Disclaimer: Danny Phantom and all related characters are not mine, unfortunatly. Note: Someone mentioned that Sam and Tucker were only seen in the second chapter so I'm taking a small break from Dash, Danny and Vlad to go back to our favorite goth girl and techno geek.
Interlude
Sam sat at her computer typing in the latest cheat code that she had found for an old game that she owned. She had finished the game at least ten times on her own but finding cheat codes were always fun to play around with. Her hair was slightly mused up from the microphone and ear piece attachments that she wore to keep in touch with her friends in instant messages. Her painted black lips were curved into a slight smile as her opponents on the screen were decimated and she heard a friend through the online system moan that their dark elf was taken down to nearly nothing in hit points.
"You should expect this by now if you're playing with me." Sam chuckled into the microphone.
"Yes, you are the almighty cyber bitch." The player returned good naturedly, "I'm just glad I can't see your face as you emmasculate me."
"You know you love being whipped." Sam shook her head with a slight blush at the teasing they both gave back and forth.
"What's this about being whipped!"
Sam spun around in her chair and let out a sharp laugh of surprise when she found Tucker holding up her wall. The techno geek waved to her with a cocky grin, his palm pilot safely tucked into his belt while the pen for it was being twiddled between his fingers. Sam shot off a quick message to her friend that she would be away from the keyboard and made her character 'sit'. The rolling chair made a little noise as she pushed away from the desk to see Tucker, but only enough that a person would notice if it was deadly silent.
The goth girl shoved her hands into her jeans pockets with a smile and raised her eyebrows. "So? Have you gotten any farther in that essay?"
Tucker rubbed the back of his neck with an irritated sigh. "I've got nothing, I tried doing that whole 'let your mind go blank and write without thinking' but all I come up with is Lancer dressing in drag and dancing the tango..."
Sam chuckled at that and gave his arm a shove. "So go with that then!"
Tucker's eyes widened and he nearly gagged at the thought of writting such a thing. His mouth opened in protest and he closed it just as quickly, shaking his head to try to make the image of his teacher in a dress from his mind. Bad enough that Sam had to tell him about all her friends online, now she had him thinking about it at the weirdest times. Nothing like looking at Victoria Secret cataloges and the sudden image of your best friend wearing a garter belt and a smile popping into your head. Not that he often thought about Danny like that, it was just all Sam's fault.
"I can't write about guys in drag, I have no clue how they do it or why..." Tucker squirmed uncomfortably as Sam advanced on him.
"Well then, why not find out? It's not like it's something nasty Tucker, it's just something you can use to further your mind. And Lancer already told us that no one is going to see it but him. Does he really seem the type to go and break a confidence?" Sam urged, her dark eyes sparkling as she pushed Tucker to go with his instincts.
"Well no, I mean he's a teacher so he couldn't right but still. Come on Sam help me out here, don't make me go to spark notes or something." Tucker pouted as he brought his hands up, clasped in front of him in desperate prayer.
"You are not using spark notes to cheat your way out of this. You've got a brain and you can use it you dummy!" Sam scowled.
"Am I supposed to be flattered or insulted by that last statement..?"
"It doesn't matter," Sam sighed and brought a hand up to her hair, brushing her bangs back from her face. "Alright lets start brainstorming for your essay."
"Actually I was thinking I could do a poem." Tucker grinned and took out his palm pilot once more.
Sam raised an eyebrow at this and took a seat on her bed, pushing her assortment of stuffed animals out of her way and patting the spot next to her. Her friend made his way over and plopped down, making the matress squeak in the process. When he was there the ebony haired girl looked over his shoulder to see what he had on the screen and nearly plotzed from what she saw. There in tiny pixels along the 'margins' of his page were pictures of boys kissing, hearts floating over their heads.
"Where in the world did you find that?" Sam asked in a deadpan tone.
"I searched for it on the net. Something about shounen... eye? I dunno but I thought I could write something up then print it off with this in the background for a better effect." Tucker smirked cockily.
"That's a great idea... what in the heck do you need me for?" Sam frowned, setting her hands on her hips.
"Nothing really but it feels weird writing this at home. I mean what if my dad came in and found me writing this stuff. He'd be all freaked out, even if it is just for school." Tucker shook his head, using his stylus pen to write out his poem.
"You know..." Sam looked at the piece of technology and laughed softly, "That's not exactly a poem right now... it's more like a ballad."
"SWEET! Chicks love musicians!"
Sam narrowed her eyes at her friend a moment before grabbing the nearest fluffy pillow from her bed and thrashing him upside the head.
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I know, I haven't updated in forever and a day. It's been insane at work and the plot bunnies aren't coming as fast as they should be. However, the date and all that's happening in it is all planned out... it just needs to be typed up and uploaded is all. ;
Dash: Make with the date alread, I want another kiss!
Danny: Ditto!
Vlad: What about me! I have fans out there too you know.
-The authoress tries to put duct tape over the trio's mouths before running back to her writing utensils- It's coming soon, I promise!