He floated by the front door, peeking in the window. No bird. No one. Just the sound of the TV, drowning out any source of footsteps. Just then, he smelt something.
He stopped, suddenly feeling very hungry. Curious, he went intangible and phased through the wall.
He went invisible to prevent suspicion and peeked into the living room. The Morning Show was on, a very old episode and he shrugged and moved to the next room. The hallway. The hallway was empty. The basement. As he turned to the basement, the aroma entered the halls again, this time stronger so he had the chance to identify it.
"Cookies!"
Excitedly, he flew towards the kitchen, acting like a hungry puppy who hadn't eaten in three weeks. When he got there, he noticed Sam, holding a tray of Chocolate Chip Raisen cookies in those old Cookie Monster hand mitts, putting them on the counter and walking to the next room. Her hair looked longer when it wasn't up. She was wearing a long black nightgown that had a picture of Jack, the pumpkin king on the front, and he wandered out of the room.
She yawned, walking to the living room. The telivision sound was turned up to a defening volume for anyone in the room itself. Sams parents where running late on their trip back since the snowfall last night, so she had the house to herself, and--
And without thinking, Danny Phantom became visible and lunged at the chocolaty goodness.
The raisen combined with the chocolate. It was scalding hot, and to prevent opening his mouth and screaming in pain, Danny shoved more cookies into his mouth. And more. And more.
When half the tray was gone, he heard footsteps.
Light, delicate footsteps.
A shocked Sam stood in the doorway. And then, she looked angry. Her violet eyes where rooted deep with a confused fury.
"What? Do you STALK people until they make chocolate-raisen cookies, ghost boy?" She demanded. Her expression softened a bit, but it was clear she didn't appreciate his intruding. Chocolate smudged across Dannys cheeks and he wiped it with his sleeve before transforming into his human self. For a moment, they just looked at each other. It was akward.
Then Danny took another bite of a cookie he'd been holding. Sam snatched it out of his hand and dropped it in the trash, hands on her hips and glaring in a 'what-the-hell-do-you-think-your-doing' kind of way.
"Erm...Hi Sam..." Danny began, stuttering over his words. "Shouldn't you be sleeping?"
"Shouldn't you be home instead of breaking into my house and stealing baked goods?"
Danny winced.
Sam rolled her eyes and opened the door.
"Well, I guess your not getting any at lunch today."
Danny whined. "Saaaaaaaaaaaammmm, I--"
"Broke into my house. Goodbye, Danny."
She closed the door in his face.