Sleepover

Chapter 16: To Easy

A/N: I am so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so so sorry for not updating this weekend. Tell you the truth, I had already started this chapter but it just… sucked so I had to stop and wait for inspiration to hit me. And it did! Yesterday when I was sick (from the bus incident I have mixed into my story… except there was no guy…) a giant truck of inspiration hit me! I FINALLY know how I'm going to get this story up to the climax! Which should be in maybe.. 2... 3 chapters.

Yes… this story is reaching its end, it may not seem like it, but a HUGE twist will appear in maybe the next chapter to signal that it's slowly ending.

To make up for not updating this weekend, you get 6 pages, and fluff! Fluffy fluffy fluff!

I also need to brag about this because I can and I can't resist; I CAN HIT THE NOTE CHRISTINE HITS IN PHANTOM OF THE OPERA! I was singing it yesterday, and then again today and I have my mom to testify that I CAN HIT THE BLOODY NOTE! WAHOO!

Ahem.. So yes.. On with the story!

Danny sighed and closed the door as he dodged blasts from Ember. "Guess I go to plan B!" he said then paused, hitting his forehead. "Duh, Fenton! You're half ghost!" he sighed; "If I weren't a C student I would have thought of that 3 hours ago." he paused. "Whoa, de ja vou." He then turned around to face Ember, grinning as he changed back into Danny Fenton. He strolled right through her to the remote, whistling the tune to Cotton-Eye Joe, which had been stuck in his head ever since Sam and he danced it on the stage.

He grabbed the remote and winked at Ember, hitting the blue button. Ember flew backwards onto the ground again screaming from shock and cursing at him so fast it sounded like she were speaking German.

He hit the button again. "You know I can just do this all day. I play video games so my thumb won't hurt if I hit it 50 million times." he said.

Ember twitched on the ground, glaring up at him, not saying anything at all. Her throat was dry and throbbed from screaming so hard. Danny started whistling again as he walked past her and around the floating plat form they were on, trying to spot something familiar other than that door.

"Danny!" Someone cried to his right.

Danny jerked his head over and saw Tucker waving at him happily from inside the Specter Speeder and Sam sitting next to him in a--

In a--

Bikini?

"SAM?" Danny cried, flushing. His conscious was screaming at him to cover his eyes, but his hands wouldn't move.

Sam jumped out of the Specter Speeder and starting running at him. "Danny!" she cried, flinging her arms around him.

Danny wasn't sure if he should hug her or give her his shirt.

"Uhh…" he started. "Sam? You're in a bikini." He stated the obvious.

She jumped back and tried to cover herself up with her hands. "Well don't look!" Her face turned a deep shade of red, it just that moment hit her that she didn't grab any of her clothes before she left.

Danny rolled his eyes then pulled off his shirt, handing it to her. Sam blushed even more, after all, his ghost hunting was playing off and he WAS getting more muscular. "Come on you guys," he laughed. "Let's get back home."

Ember lay on the ground, waiting for them to leave her. After she heard them speed off in the Specter Speeder, she waited a bit longer. She could still hear their voices in her head, Sam and Danny yelling at Tucker to stop teasing them and Tucker making up a song to Sam "rescuing" Danny in a bikini to the tune of Ember's song "Remember".

She waited for the voices to get out of her head before she sat up slowly, painfully. It wasn't common knowledge that Ghosts could still feel pain. In fact, it wasn't common knowledge that ghosts could take over the world. Still, the tingling sensation in her arms and legs were proof enough.

She propped herself up on her left elbow. "Ember doesn't give up without a fight!" she growled. "I'll get you Danny Phantom! You, your stupid girlfriend, and that dumb contest!"

Suddenly an idea hit her, en evil, sinister idea.

She could get them all in one swing and just in time for the next round of the contest too.

Ember grinned and stood up, suddenly feeling recharged and ready to go. "First order of business is to get the necklace and bracelet off. Then I have to get back to the real world. Then I can kill the contest, Danny, Sam, and Elijah… or was it Brain? Or Drake?" she huffed; suddenly this ticked her off, not knowing what his name was. "Well what ever that guy with the beret's name is!"

Sam felt warm.

Not Blanket Warm, or even Fire Warm, but… warm.

She felt the special kind of warm you can only feel when you're in the arms of someone you love. Which felt weird for her, since it was only 2 minutes ago that she was standing outside in the pouring rain with Danny, waiting for the bus to come. Danny felt he couldn't go ghost and fly in public ever since the little "fiasco" on the roof. Sam would have gladly pointed out that he could have gone invisible, but she didn't want too seem pushy over it.

That's the reason why she went out at the bus stop with Danny at 6:40 in the morning, and waited out in the rain without an umbrella with him until 7:16, when the bus finally decided to show. She sneered at the substitute bus driver when she got on, it figured. The normal driver was normally only a few minutes late.

When she sat down in the seat, she was shivering so much her teeth started chattering. Danny turned from looking out the window and laughed at her. "Here," he chuckled. "I'll warm you up." So he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her so close to him she was practically on his lap!

The girl in the seat in front of them cooed. "Awe! You two look so cute! Are you going out?"

Danny shook his head, chuckling still. Sam wished he didn't chuckle; it felt like he was laughing at the girl for even suggesting that they could date. "No," he said, and then grinned. "If we were going out, we wouldn't be sitting like this." He paused and tipped Sam back so she was lying on the seat. "We'd be like this, and-" he paused and said loudly, "Don't slap me for this," then leaned in and kissed her tenderly on the lips.

Warmth flooded through Sam so fast, she could have sworn the rain was gasoline and someone just light a match on her. She gladly kissed back, pushing up on his lips, then pressing harder, moving her head so his lips rolled against hers.

Sam could hear Danny say her name, even though his lips were covering hers. "Sam?" he asked. "Saaaaaaaamm?" in a singsong voice. Something soft collided with her head, breaking her contact with him. "SAM!"

Suddenly Sam jerked up, and then blinked confusedly a few times at her surroundings. She wasn't on the bus anymore, she was still in bed. To her left she could hear her alarm clock going crazy, screeching at her to get up.

"Hmm?" she asked, rubbing her eyes. She felt her contact move off her pupil, so she kept her left eye closed and gingerly pressed her finger to her eyelid so it would stay in place when she opened her eye.

Danny stood to her left, grinning as he turned off her alarm clock. "Well you sleep deep enough." he laughed then held up a Kodak picture he obviously took with her camera. It was a picture of her hugging her pillow tightly and kissing it. "Girls kissing pillows makes every yearbook funny." he laughed.

Sam sat up and reached under pillow pulling out her diary and flipping to the page with a certain picture she wanted to show him. She turned the book around so he could see the picture of him and Tucker hugging. "Call it even?" she asked.

Danny dropped his hand that was holding the photo. "Even." he paused and added an after thought. "But this goes with my collection of blackmail photos."

Sam sighed and rolled her eyes, picking up her pillow and slamming it into her head so she was knocked backwards so she was lying on her bed again. She groaned and rolled over, hugging her pillow again.

"Get up!" he sighed, sitting down next to her. "You've got 15 minutes before the bus comes."

Sam sat up so fast she knocked Danny onto the floor. "WHAT? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THAT SOONER?" She shouted, jumping off her bed and running to the dresser.

Danny sat up rubbing his head. "Uhh, Sam? Your clothes are in the closet. Mine are in the dresser."

Sam paused searching through the drawers and realized he was right. "Oh…" she said quietly before running over to the closet and throwing out all the clothes, she wasn't going to wear today.

Poor Danny got beamed in the head by a pair of pants. He reached up and pulled them off him only to be hit by a bra, then a sock, then a shirt, then a skirt, and another pair of pants.

Once Sam found what she was looking for she reached for her shirt. Danny paled. "WHOA! Hold on! Let me get out of the room!" he panicked, running out.

Sam didn't wait for him; she knew he could get out fast enough.

Five minutes later Sam was out of her room dressed, deodorized, make-up-a-fied ( - she had to wonder if that was a word), and smelling fabulous.

Halfway down the stairs she smacked her self in the head. "Fabulous?" she asked herself. "Sam, this contest and wearing off on you! SHUT UP!"

Danny chuckled from the kitchen. "Got that right, you're talking to yourself again. You only do that when you're stressed, you okay?"

Sam sighed heavily. "I'm about to get even more stressed out if you don't hurry up! Come on," she walked over to him and grabbed the spoon from him. "You said we only have 15 minutes 15 minutes ago! And you're eating," she paused and read the cereal box in front of him. "Sugar-O's for the hyperhydrolictisizismicsinfergiggerablam's of this world/town/city/state/county/country/town. They said town twice on this box. And hyperhydrolictisizismicsinfergiggerablam's? That's a 40-letter word. Do you even know what it means?"

Danny stared at her. "You can pronounce that?" he whispered.

She rolled her eyes and took a bit out of his cereal. "Come on! We're gonna miss the bus!"

Danny grinned at her and got out of his seat. "What bus? It's Saturday!" he laughed then ran for the basement.

"WHAT?" she screeched, and chased after him. Danny was smart to get a head start. "YOU WOKE ME UP THIS EARLY ON A SATURDAY FOR NOTHING?" she yelled chasing after him.

Danny laughed and jumped over a desk. "Early? It's 10 o'clock!"

Sam paused in her pursuit. "10 o'clock? Really? Wait… you got up before 12 on a Saturday? On your own? With no help? Before me?"

Danny paused in running too, his footing faltering so he fell flat on his face. He sat up. "Whoa, you're right." his eyes widened, so he stood up. "Sam something's wrong with me!" he playingly panicked.

"Yeah Danny!" Sam played along, walking over to him slowly and placing the back of her hand on his forehead. "Oh my gosh! Quick! Strip down to a bikini and we'll throw you in a tank for 3 hours!"

They stared at each other for a moment before falling on the ground laughing. After his laughter subsided, Danny wiped a tear from his eye and turned to Sam. "So where's The Parents anyways?" he asked.

"Umm, well let's see. It's Saturday, my parents are visiting my grandma, and I have no idea where your parents are." she said.

Danny shrugged. "Their probably interrogating everyone in town over how you got out of that stupid tank."

"Probably." Sam nodded, and then lay down on her back, staring up at the ceiling. She began humming The Phantom of The Opera lightly.

Danny stared at her for a moment before standing up and walking over to her, he held out his hand. She stared at it before finally taking it.

Danny pulled Sam up to her feet and brought her closer to him. She blinked slowly, confused. Danny smiled then started laughing at her. "We never made it hard."

Sam smiled. "You're right; it's always been too easy for you to get to me Danny Fenton!" Sam said then took a step back from him, letting go of his hand slowly.

"What can I say?" he asked, taking a step foreword. "I can just make you drop your defenses."

Sam smiled back, blushing slightly. "Maybe," she admitted, taking another step back to tease him. 'Or maybe I'm secretly in love with you and don't want to admit it thinking it would ruin our friendship…' she thought. He took another step foreword. "Or maybe I'm se-" she closed her mouth, not wanting to say it. "Maybe I'm just letting you in." she winked and took another step back.

"Maybe you're the one making it easy." He took another step closer.

"Which is why I'm starting to make it harder." she took another step back, her eyes lingering on his lips for a moment before snapping her gaze away. She wanted nothing more than to just kiss him on the lips again when he took another step foreword.

He took another step foreword, noticing she had limited amount of room to take another step back. "This is harder? I'd say this was pretty easy. I've already got you trapped."

Sam blinked. "Trapped? What are you-" she took another step backwards, only for her back to come into the wall. "Ooooooh! I see." she laughed.

Danny Placed a hand on her left hip and another on her right shoulder, leaning down slowly when suddenly he was shoved backwards so hard he fell on his butt. He blinked, shocked and slightly hurt that she rejected him when he caught her grin.

She wagged a finger at him. "Ah ah," she smiled. "I said I'd make it harder! You can't just pin me to a wall and expect for me to give up." She pretended to flex her arm muscle. "I'm a fighter! Grr!" she laughed then ran upstairs. "You gotta catch me first!" she called down to him.

Danny laughed, getting up and chasing after her.