Note from author: I don't own Danny Phantom or any of its characters. I only own Demon in this story. Lots of D/S fluff in this fic! Its supposed to be potentially one of the last episodes.
Takin' Out the Trash
Inside of Casper High, Sam, the pretty goth girl, was waiting for her two best friends, Danny, who she had a secret crush on, and Tucker, to come to their table. " What's taking you guys!" She murmured under her breath. As Danny and Tucker walked into the lunchroom, Tucker started up the conversation, " So, you're over her now, right?" Danny had just gone out with another popular girl from school, who unfortunately had only dated him to get her last boyfriend jealous. The whole thing had made Sam incredibly jealous, not that Danny noticed. Danny nodded and sighed, " Definitely." As usual, Tucker wanted Danny and Sam together so he pushed a bit, " So, do you like any other girls now? Paulina? Sam?" This got Danny over excited, " Why would you even consider that I like Sam anymore than a friend, Tucker? You know that I so don't like her like that!" Tucker was overwhelmed by how defensive Danny was towards what he had said, " Woah, dude, I didn't mean it like that. Just sort of a side suggestion." Danny blinked and sighed.
Sam glared at Tucker. He better hadn't told Danny anything. Tucker smiled sheepishly. Sam stared at Danny as he slumped next to her on the bench. As he began to eat Friday's special, Sam started, " So, where were you guys?" Tucker and Danny looked at each other.
-Flashback-
Danny and Tucker were walking to the lunchroom when all of a sudden the box ghost jumped out, " I am the bag ghost, and you will face my doom as I dump out the containments of yesterday's Thursday special!" Danny blinked, " Aren't you the box ghost?" The box ghost looked dumbfounded and then dropped all of the trash on them, " Uh….Beware!" Danny and Tucker were now standing by a pile of garbage. Tucker sighed, " Are we doomed yet?" Mr. Lancer walked down the hallway and slipped on a banana peel. He hollered in anger, " Mr. Fenton and Mr. Foley, I suggest you clean up this trash before you both get a week's worth of detention!" Danny and Tucker were handed a garbage bag and two pairs of rubber gloves. Danny sighed, " Now we are."
-End Flashback-
Danny closed his eyes, " Lets just say we had to take out the trash." Sam rolled her eyes, " Ghost trouble?" Danny and Tucker nodded in unison, " Ghost trouble." After a while of the three sitting there speechlessly, Sam gave in to gazing at Danny lovingly. Danny noticed this but had no clue she was gazing at him, " Uh, Sam, what are you looking at?" Sam looked at Danny sheepishly and blushed deeply, " I-I…..uh.." Danny couldn't help but blushing as well. But before Sam could finish, Danny's ghost sense went off, "Not again!" Danny looked around for a ghost, but couldn't see one. Tucker raised an eyebrow, "Maybe your ghost sense is just having a breakdown, dude." Danny looked around again, " My ghost sense doesn't lie, Tuck. Maybe it's invisible."