Whoo hoo! Thanks for all the reviews everybody! -grins- I feel all special now, hehe. Yes, I do agree, Dash's logic is seriously wacked...how did that boy make it to high school? XD

So here's the second chapter! Read it, mortals! ;D Additional A/N's at the bottom.

Chapter Two

Danny and Sam's mouths dropped open as they stared at each other for a second, and then back at Dash, who was grinning sort of evilly.

"What?!" Danny finally sputtered out. "I mean-she's my—my friend, yeah, and—what—um—"

"What he means is, what the heck would him kissing me prove?" Sam finished for him, knowing Danny was probably really embarrassed. Not to say that she was also, but she was the brains of the trio, so she had to handle things like this.
Of course, the girl is always the brains of the group, but that's not the point right now.

"I mean, wouldn't that just, oh, I don't know, spread even more rumors about our so-called relationship?" Sam finished, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow. "And besides if we're not romantically involved, which we're not, why would I even want to kiss him?"

Dash and his gang looked dumbfounded for a minute, trying to figure out what the heck Sam was saying, but then the quarterback sputtered out, "Well you losers, I'll be the judge of that! If you don't totally run away gagging from each other, then I know you're hiding something!" He turned to Danny. "So how about it, Fenton? Gonna kiss your little girlfriend here?"

"She's not my girlfriend!" Danny blurted out automatically. Oh great, he was getting nervous...really nervous...nothing like the school bully practically forcing him to do something he really didn't want to do...

"Danny!" he heard Tucker hiss. "Code G!"

"Huh?"

"Your feet!"

Danny looked down to see that he was slowly sinking into the floor, because he feet had phased away. He grabbed onto the edge of the table and concentrated on getting them to come back.

"You know Dash, that's a very...strange offer, but Sam and I will have to pass on it." He silently breathed a sigh of relief when he realized his feet had reappeared.

Dash and his gang hooted with laughter with cries of, "I don't believe you, Fenton!" "I thought for sure you were going out!" and "Fenton and Manson sittin' in a tree..."

"WOULD YOU ALL KNOCK IT OFF?!" Sam bellowed so loudly that the whole cafeteria stopped eating in surprise. Food splattered off of frozen spoons, and even more gross, chewed up food spilled from people's gapes of shock.

"Oh, gross," Sam muttered, plopping down her in her seat with a huff. When she resumed eating like nothing just happened, so did everyone else, and Dash and his posse finally got bored and walked off, still laughing about something—no doubt some other way to torture them, Danny thought miserably.

Tucker, on the other hand, was cracking up. "You should've seen the looks on you guy's face!" he laughed, pounding his fist into the table.

"Oh, really?" Sam growled, tearing a lettuce leaf as if her life depended on it.

"Tuck, let's not talk about what just happened," Danny said, poking his lunch with his fork. Who eats that stuff, anyway?

"Aw, c'mon! You have to admit, it was pretty funny. Why does everyone think you're an item anyway?"

"No idea," Danny and Sam replied at the same time. They looked up from their food, at each other, and then back down.

"So that's why," Tucker grinned devilishly, taking out his digital camera and peeping through it. "Danny and Sam—'Are They An Item?' Stay tuned to tomorrow's lunch to find out!"

"Knock it off," Danny warned, shooting a look at Sam, who looked like she could've taken out the Box Ghost without any sort of paranormal powers, plus everyone in the room. Danny knew he didn't want to be the next person who looked at her the wrong way.

The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. Danny sighed. "C'mon you guys, we don't want to be late."

Outside of Casper High, the green mist that had escaped from the portal glowed and suddenly assumed a human form. "Hmmm..." a deep, sultry voice murmured. "Humans and their unrequited love...how sweet..."

The ghost glowed a bright green, and in an instant, she looked like a normal teenager. She had long black hair and wore a black tank top with a pink broken heart symbol on it, a black miniskirt, pink tights, and tall black boots with pink buttons. Black lipstick, long pink nails, and a little too much eyeliner completed her look.

"Time for my job to be done..." she smiled to herself, walking in the direction of where she felt the most love energy brimming, which just happened to be Casper High School.

Oh boy.

After what seemed like the longest day in history, Danny, Sam, and Tucker trudged out of school after the final bell, shuffling their feet towards Danny's place to do their homework.

"Can you believe Dash?" Sam was grumbling. "Seriously...he needs to stop playing football and get a life. Is he deaf or something? I mean, how many times a week do we tell him that you and I aren't a couple?!" she yelled at Danny, who just blinked and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Sam, chill out," he assured her. "Really, I don't see what the big deal is. We know we're not together like that. As long as Dash doesn't stuff me into my locker or throw food at us, it's all good. Right?" He gave a sheepish grin. Sam just narrowed her eyes, mumbling things under her breath.

"I don't think you convinced her," Tucker said to Danny. "Hey Sam, why are you even letting it get to you that much? What happened to your 'individualism'?"

"Yeah, you usually don't—" Danny started, but stopped in his sentence when a wisp of icy blue breath simmered out of his mouth. "Oh no," he muttered.

He dropped his backpack and his eyes immediately started darting around for any ghost, but he didn't see anything. He frowned and glanced at his friends. "Okay, am I going crazy or something? I swear I felt my ghost breath just now..."

"Yeah, it was there," Tucker confirmed. "All I see is that weird-looking girl over there," he adding, pointing at a girl dressed entirely in pink and black.

"Weird-looking?!" Sam growled. "What if she's an individual, like me?! You don't just go judging people by their looks, Tucker!"

"Hey!" Tucker cried, holding up his hands for defense. "All I'm saying is that her outfit's a little weird. Weird as in 'you don't see people dressed like that every day'."

"You know Tucker, sometimes you're just—"

"GUYS!" Danny yelled, stopping the two short in their argument and grabbing his backpack. "Look, I don't see any ghost, so let's just get over to my place and forget today ever happened, okay?" He shot a look at Sam.

Tucker grinned. "Sounds good to me."

The trio had barely taken five steps when the girl they had just seen seemingly appeared out of nowhere and bumped into them. "Oh, excuse me," she said sweetly, staring at Sam and Danny so hard that they were getting quite uncomfortable.

"Uhh...no biggie," Danny replied, suddenly getting the chills.

"See you around," the girl added, giving a slow grin at them and continuing on.

Sam frowned. "Okay Tucker, for once in my life, I'm going to agree with you."

"What?"

"She's...odd."

"What, her outfit?"

"No, she is. The way she was staring at me was giving me the creeps," Sam shuddered.

"But you just said—"

"Tucker," Danny warned, still not being able to get rid of the cold feeling that had washed over him. He knew there was a ghost nearby, but why couldn't he see it?

The next morning, after an uneventful evening of doing homework with Sam and Tucker (but Jack kept bursting into the room, asking them if they've seen a ghost and testing the Truth-Teller out on them), Danny trudged out of bed and downstairs after throwing on some clothes that looked somewhat clean, hoping none of his body parts would phase away this morning.

Luckily he was kept human, and after forcing down more soggy cornflakes—he didn't want to starve or anything in case lunch today would be as...interesting as it was yesterday—Danny walked to school, hoping Sam would be over the incident.

The second he stepped into the hallways though, a sick feeling washed over him and he knew there was no way Sam would be 'over it'.

Or him, for that matter.

All over the lockers, all over the walls, even sticking on the backs of some kids, were signs reading 'SAM DANNY = LUV!!' with little hearts drawn around the words.

Danny's gut sank. No way would he be able to get rid of these before—

"What the heck?!" Sam cried, suddenly appearing next to Danny.

"She comes," Danny muttered to himself. "Sam! Where's—"

"Danny!" she cried. "How on earth can you be asking me where Tucker is when THESE—" She grabbed a sign from off the wall and crumpled in her fist. "—are ALL OVER THE SCHOOL?!"

"Uh..."

"Do you know who did this?!" she demanded to know. Dash came into view. "Oh, wait, three guess and the first two don't count."

"Sam—"

"Yo, Fenton!" Dash called, looking like his birthday had come early. "Looks like you lied yesterday!" He pulled a sign from some kid's back and held it up gleefully. "The freak is your girlfriend!"

"She's not my girlfriend!" Danny said, wishing he could go ghost and plasma-blast Dash. Or take over his body and smash him into a locker. Something.

"You did this, didn't you?!" Sam snarled, pointing at the signs. "Do you have no life or something?!"

Just then, Danny saw the mysterious pink-and-black girl wander down one of the hallways, her long black hair flowing behind her. He immediately got the chills again, wondering just what was going on...

Almost as if she knew what he was thinking, she suddenly spun around and gave a devilish smile, her dark eyes boring straight into Danny. At once, he felt a very unfamiliar feeling wash over him, and he staggered back a bit, smacking his head into a locker.

"Ugggh," he groaned. "What the heck was that?"

He looked up, dazed, and saw Sam. Samantha Manson, one of his best friends in the world. Sam, the individual who ate garbage. Sam, the girl...

The girl. She was a girl. Well of course he knew, but he never really...knew. He had known her for practically their whole lives, so it was easy to think of her as just 'one of the guys', but still...

"WE'RE NOT A COUPLE!" Sam shrieked so loudly that several teachers poked their heads out of their classroom doors, wondering who could feel so strongly about something like that...but when they all saw it was just Samantha Manson, they all sighed knowingly and retreated back into their classrooms.

"So if you're not, kiss him!" Dash once again challenged.

"I really don't see the logic behind that," Sam hissed, gritting her teeth.

"It'll prove to us if you really are his little girlfriend!" Dash laughed. "If you losers run away gagging, it'll be proof!" Dash's gang agreed, but Sam knew they just wanted to see her and Danny make fools of themselves.

"Well, we're not going to do it! Right, Danny?" Sam asked, looking over at her best friend. She frowned. "Uhh, Danny? You okay?"

Danny was standing totally still, staring at something with a strange look in his eyes and a dopey little smile on his face, which would make anyone concerned.

"Danny?" Sam asked, walking over to him and shaking his shoulders.

The halfa had no idea what came over him next, but he looked Dash straight in the eye, narrowed his own eyes, grabbed Sam by the shoulders and smashed his mouth against hers.

WHOA, Danny boy! Hmm, wonder what's up with him? Duh, I should know, I'm the writer. -facefaults-

Is this sounding like this would be an episode of the show (minus the kissing, this IS Nickelodeon we're talking about ;) )? That's what I'm trying to go for...but I haven't seen my beloved Danny Phantom in what feels like forever. -sob- I swear, I would be one happy monkey if they showed it as much as they showed Spongebob...-starts chanting- MORE EPISODES! MORE EPISODES! MORE EPISODES!

-runs off to sing the annoyingly catchy DP theme song-