A/N: Okay, I'm trying my best to keep up with classwork, homework, and projects and up-dating this story and my other two. Plus I started this other fic and...man, I gotta take a breath and stop talking!

Chapter Sixteen

Insult My Gender All You Want!

Danny looked at her, then at his bedroom door. He walked over to his door, opened it. "You'll probably want to get set-up, right?" he asked.

Sam walked over and stopped. "You don't seem to feel very comfortable with this idea," she noted.

Danny looked at her for a second and lowered his glance.

"Not entirely," he responded.

Sam smiled. "Don't worry about it," she said. "I'm not going to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable. Where's the guest room, again?"

Danny sighed with some relief. "Depends, you want the one in the OP Center, or do you want to help me clean out the one across the hall?" he asked.

"We have a few hours," Sam noted. "I'll go with helping you clean out the one across the hall."

"Right this way," Danny said, leading her down the hall. Past his room. Past Jazz's. His parents'. Finally to the door that resided at the end of the hall. Danny reached for the knob. "I can't even remember the last time I was in here," he mumbled as he opened the door.

The inside of the room was plain. There was only a bed in one corner of the room and a dresser on the opposite wall. Some boxes were piled off to one side of the dresser. From where they stood you couldn't tell what was in them though. It looked pretty clean, but everywhere you looked was a little dusty and the smell of mildew would be hard to get rid of. The closet was closed, but you could tell it was empty right away.

Sam walked in in front of Danny. She gazed around the room in awe. "Wow," she mumbled. "I like this room."

"It'll take awhile to clean," Danny said. Sam looked at the floor.

"Doubt it," she said, surveying the room. "We just need to vacuum the place, maybe put new bed sheets and pillows for the bed, and that'll be about it other than dusting."

"And the boxes," Danny reminded her, walking into the room as well. Sam nodded, surveying the room still.

"An hour tops," she said suddenly. "We'd better get to work."

Danny nodded feebly and they both walked out the room to get the necessary supplies. Primarily the vacuum cleaner. Danny found it in the utility closet, as his mom called it. Inside, actually, were a whole bunch of different weapons used to capture ghosts. The only normal thing was indeed the vacuum cleaner. Amazing. The only normal thing was a vacuum cleaner. Not amazing. Sad. Very sad.

They wasted no time in getting started. First they had to clear all the space which meant poking through the boxes to make sure everything got to where it was supposed to be.

"Hey, this box is filled with old clothes," Danny noted. Sam had been poking through another box containing old, pre-made weapons. Probably never got them to work. She looked over at Danny.

"What do you propose we do, play dress-up?" Sam asked sarcastically.

Danny laughed. "No, we're too old for that, besides," Danny said. "Guys don't play dress-up."

"Sure, that's what you want me to think," Sam said. They were both on their knees in order to get a good look inside the boxes and not get tired of bending over. Sam shuffled over to Danny and the clothes-filled box.

"Ha, very funny," Danny said, taking out some of the clothes to ease his curiosity at what else was inside. Sam watched curiously as well.

He stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of something white, a little sparkly, and seemingly-puffy cloth at the bottom of the box. It took up about one-third of the box's volume, actually, and caught Danny and Sam's full attention.

"Whoa," Danny mumbled, pulling out the piece of clothing. It was a dress. It had long sleeves and a long skirt to match it. The design on the chest-section of the dress was embroidered with dozens of tiny crystal-like beads.

"It's a wedding dress," Sam noted quietly. Danny nodded and pulled the dress out completely. "It's nice," Sam added casually. It was indeed semi-expensive from the intricate design of the beads. But it also looked simple. Not so complex. Sam's definite style.

Danny looked at her, not lifting his face all too much. He smiled a little.

"What?" Sam asked.

"Ever wonder what you're going to look like in a wedding dress?" he asked. He didn't know why the question had suddenly popped into his head. He didn't even know why he was asking Sam of all people.

Sam looked at him uncertainly. Danny only smiled and looked at her directly. She couldn't help but smile at his goofy expression. It was one of pure curiosity, playfulness, and, amazingly, some seriousness as well.

"You really want to know?" she asked.

"If curiosity killed the catbut satisfaction brought it back, then maybe yeah," he said. Sam shook her head.

"Then you'd better wait," she said. "Now help me carry this stuff out of here. We've wasted enough time," she said. She didn't let him ask what she'd meant by 'you'dbetter wait' for some reason. And, for once, Danny didn't want to know. Fully, anyway. It's like the song went: If you don't wanna say anything at all, I'm happy wondering.

Danny put the dress carefully folded back into the box and set all the clothes back in. This was definitely going to stay in the room. He didn't know why, but he felt his parents wouldn't want him to move this from here. Besides, he didn't know where to put it anyway.

Sam poked through the box under the other one she'd been inspecting and discovered that one was also filled with technological junk. "Off to the shed?" she asked.

"Off to the shed," Danny agreed. They both stood and each carried one box, Danny telling Sam to take the lighter one. She protested that she was just as strong as he was. But then she decided she wasn't exactly as strong as he was and went on her way.

After taking all the things down to the shed and only the box filled with clothes remained, it was time to do the other part of their newly found job. "Okay, now to find somewhere to plug this thing in," Sam mumbled, holding the cord of the vacuum cleaner in her hand. Danny scanned the walls of the room for an outlet.

"There's one," He mumbled, taking the plug from Sam and walking over to the bed. He'd caught sight of an outlet right beneath it. He plugged in the cord and turned to Sam.

"Okie dokie," Sam muttered, pressing the top part of the little switch on the vacuum cleaner. When the roaring sound of it became clear, it startled her slightly. Danny, now sitting on the newly sheeted bed, laughed at her startled expression.

"Afraid of vacuum cleaners, Sam?" he asked. Sam glared at him as she passed the vacuum cleaner over the floor of the room, catching everything in sight or not in sight for that matter.

"Not even," she said, opening the closet and making sure to clean in there too.

That small job took only five minutes. In total, they'd spent nearly two hours doing everything up to this moment. Why? Because when it came to taking the boxes down to the shed, it seemed the shed was full. They ended up having to clean up in there so everything would fit. Good old Jack Fenton is an total pack rat.

It was nearly 3:30 PM already. Not that late, but the day had slipped by so fast, it felt it should be way later already. Danny walked over to where Sam was looping the cord so that it'd be easy to put away and wrapped an arm around her shoulders when she was done and standing up straight. "Wow, two hours but it looks great," he said.

"Too much drama," Sam said, shifting her shoulders so Danny's arm slid off. She smiled and crossed her arms. "But I guess it is a job well done. After all, boys aren't very good at cleaning."

"What's that supposed to mean? We're dirty?" Danny asked. Sam looked away, then turned to look at him.

"I'm just saying," she said. Danny could practically see a smile in her eyes.

"Fine, insult my gender all you want, but if you ask me, this worked up an appetite," Danny said. His hand landed on his stomach.

"You just ate a few hours ago!" Sam said in a little disbelief.

"I guess guys eat more too then," Danny said. Sam smirked and snorted slightly.

"No wonder you're so chubby," she remarked.

"Hey!" Danny said. "For your information, that's muscle."

Sam laughed. They both did. Never in Danny's mind had he thought they would actually be talking like this.

"You're crazy," Sam laughed.

"Maybe, but not as much as you," Danny laughed right back.

"Okay then," Sam said. "Let's go see if guys are bad cooks too!"

E/N: Sorry it was such a sucky chapter. I didn't like it much myself, but I just couldn't get my other scene into this chapter yet. It's much too early. Anyway, review if you want. Critique is necessary for my health sometimes but if you can avoid it, please do!

--Airamé Phantom