Oh wow, I never thought anyone would ever read this story, let alone like it. Thanks to everyone who has read or reviewed! Some of you have pointed out or asked some very important questions/comments, and I hope this chapter answers some of them. So, without further ado, make way for fluff!
Disclaimer: I really really wish I owned Danny Phantom, but I don't. Or anything related to it. I do own a mean, but fluffy cat though.
Chapter Five: Gasps, Giggling, and Ghosts
After James announced their arrival at the park, Sam and Danny quickly flew back to their respective places. Since the privacy window was still up, Danny changed back to Ghost mode, just incase James hadn't completely figured out his identity. Sam stuck the food back into the Nasty Burger bag and said loudly, "Thanks James. I'll be home in a little bit."
She poked Danny with her elbow and nodded her head so he would start moving.
Danny just looked at her and shook his head. When she started to frown, he grinned and went intangible. Sam rolled her eyes as Danny disappeared out of the limo.
She started to reach for the door handle when the door slowly flew opened, as if by magic. "Or a white haired, green eyed halfa," Sam murmured softly to herself. She just shook her head softly and started to get out.
"Madame." Danny whispered into her ear, using a horrible fake-french accent.
Sam blushed, and shut the door. She was going to have to lecture him later on treating her like an invalid, even though part of her secretly liked the attention.
They were getting ready to start walking for the picnic tables when James honked the horn.
Danny and Sam both turned around quickly when James rolled down his window and called out, "Oh and Sam, tell Mr. Fenton about my black belt in karate. If he's not a perfect gentlemen, he'll have me to deal with."
The teens just gasped out loud as the driver rolled his window back up and drove away.
After a few minutes of shocked staring, Danny remembered he wasn't visible. He glanced around to see if the coast was clear, and after finding no one around, he quickly changed back.
Sam was still staring into the direction the limo had taken off, her mouth slightly open. Danny touched her shoulder and she whirled around to face him.
"Oh Danny, I'm soo sorry. I didn't think he knew who you really were. Just that my bo...friend happened to be Danny Phantom, who wanted a ride. I knew James paid more attention to me than my parents, but not that much attention." She rambled out, hoping to all things Goth that he hadn't caught her lethal slip-up.
Danny blushed, having caught what she almost said, but decided not to comment on it...yet.
"Well he seems trustworthy and he cares about you, so I guess it's ok. I'm still sort of shocked right now." About more things than that, he wanted to add.
Sam looked down at her boots, suddenly very interested with the scuff marks on them. "Really? I wouldn't have thought that." Ok, she thought, maybe we'll actually talk about it. Instead of just driving each other crazy.
Danny swallowed nervously and replied, "Oh yea. There's all kinds of things running around in my head."
Sam looked up at him and boldly, if not stupidly, asked "Like what?"
Danny stepped in closer to her and replied, "Like that milkshake not melting yet. Or my stomach not devouring the rest of me for not eating that much yet."
"Oh, right." Sam replied, amazed that she hadn't punched him yet.
Danny grabbed her hand, the one that wasn't clenching the fast food bag too tightly, and said "Come on, let's eat."
And with the maturity that only comes with being friends forever, they ran, hand in hand, to the tall oak tree in the center of the park.
Breathless, from the run and close contact, they dropped to the ground, giggling like 4 year olds. Sam started to dish out the food again, placing everything on the dozens of napkins that James had thoughtfully asked for.
Danny, who was still lightly laughing, glanced over as Sam's hair fell into her face. Unaware of what he was doing, he reached over and pushed the annoying strands back behind her ear. Sam looked up as she was placing the box of onion rings down and smiled. "Thanks."
He smiled back, becoming aware of the tight feeling in his chest. He had no idea of what was happening between them. He sort of liked it, but he was completely caught off guard. Well, maybe not completely.
He always knew she was pretty, and smart, and independent and passionate, but she had always been his best-friend, Sam. It was just that lately, he started to notice moments between them that weren't the standard best-friend moments. She was still his Sam, but not his. The whole "Gregor" incident showed him that. With a painful smack in the face.
Sometimes he caught himself staring at her, for no real reason, except to figure out what he should do. If he could do anything. And those moments usually became extremely embarrassing if he was caught, usually by Tucker.
And Tucker, being the nice guy that he was, would usually tease him and call him clueless. Like everyone else. Or lovebirds. The cluelessness, he really didn't understand. To put it sadly, he was completely clueless as to why they called him clueless. It drove him mad. Not to mention it gave him a huge headache. It was just one more aggravation to his already long list of annoyances, which consisted mainly of ghosts, parents, bossy sisters, and school. Just thinking about it made him frown.
Sam noticed Danny's change of mood and reached out and touched his arm, concern written all over her face. "Danny, what's wrong?"
Danny looked up at her, and saw the warmth and care in her eyes. "Nnnnothingg." He stammered, his brain refusing to working properly, again. Relax, he mentally scolded himself. It was just Sam. If she kisses you again, don't sit there like an idiot.
Seeing the slight smile come back to his face, Sam relaxed a little. "Are you sure?" She asked, thinking that they had had this type of conversation/interaction before. Which ended slightly on the weird side.
"Oh yea." Danny answered, more enthusiastically and less calmly than he intended to. "I'm good."
Sam smiled back at him, "Well if your good, then I'm good."
Danny leaned in a little closer, and whispered "Good."
Sam giggled, even though anything above a humor-less chuckle denounced every thing Goth, and leaned in a little closer.
Even though they appeared to be as calm as if they were discussing the weather, both teens were secretly, mentally freaking out.
This is it, Sam thought. Oh wow, I'm not an idiot. Tucker was right. Oh wow, Tucker was right?
Ok, so this is what they mean when they say lovebirds, Danny thought.
Right before he leaned in even closer to Sam's lips.
Expecting, hoping, to feel Danny's warm breathe, and then soft lips, Sam was shocked when an icy blast hit her in the face.
"BEWARE! FOR I AM THE BOX GHOST AND I HAVE COME TO TRAP YOU WITH MY BOXY...TRAPS!"
Yes, I'm mean. I'm sorry. I will make it up to you guys. I'm trying to drag this story out as long as possible. As of right now, there will be atleast 2 more chapters after this one. Please don't shoot me. I'll update soon! X's & O's:)