A/n: This is where the story REALLY starts! …not really. hehehe

And to my reviewer Panic! I'm here whoever you may be…:

There is WAYY more then one song coming.

Disclaimer: Panic! At the Disco is not mine.

And as for Danny, Sam, Tucker and company,

We can't all be Butch Hartman!

Also, I do not own Mariah Carey, Beyoncé, Advil, anything with the word Fenton on it, and Captain Jack Sparrow.

Savvy?

p.s. this is set for December, because it's so damn hot here in N.J.!

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Ever heard of Panic! At the Disco ?

Casper High has.

It was the perfect blend for the entire school. It was edgy and rebellious enough for Sam, but it had just enough lyrical nonsense for Paulina.

OF course, Sam didn't "do" the mainstream songs. While everybody mp3-ed the two famous songs from the radio, she had limewired the whole album.

There's A Good Reason Why These Tables Are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven't Thought Of It Yet.

Cool.

Cool enough that she and Danny were planning on dancing to it.

Sam was just thinking about how perfect it was on her way to Danny's on Saturday.

Just popular enough to upstage Paulina, but not too un-cool to embarrass Danny in front of her…

And with that thought, her heart dropped.

I still don't know what he sees in her! WHAT could she POSSIBLY HAVE that I DON'T! MY BOOBS ARE A WHOLE CUP SIZE BIGGER!

I KNOW THIS TO BE TRUE!

SHE ISN'T FLAWLESS!

SHE IS PRETTY,

BUT I HAVE SUBSTANCE!

FOR YOU, I

COULD BE BEAUTIFUL!

Sam realized she was screaming this out loud. Thank God the street was empty, it was early for a Saturday. Even so, she ran to Danny's quick as lightning. It's kinda hard to deny your love for somebody after you scream it out loud. Even for Sam.

We'll skip to when she got there…

Danny was fast asleep. Breathing deeply, hand behind his head, hair shagging over his closed eyes. He was all wrapped up in his blankets, snuggled and warm, dreaming of Sam. Who else but his gothic beauty could put such an angelic smile on his face?

Right now, he was in Amity Park, right in the spot where the first "Fake-out Make-out" Took place. Currently his favorite spot in the world. He was lying on the soft grass; Sam was lying in his arms. She was stroking his face. Laughing, smiling, those big amethyst eyes, cute nose, full lips.

Lips that were so close. "Danny…

Danny…

Blurred vision came into focus. Same Sam, same cloudy sky…still dreaming?

I hope so…! Danny followed his instinct, his heart, his freaking HORMONES!

And went in for the kill.

Danny's POV

SCORE!

Sam's POV

SCORE! I mean…the hell? Erm…SHUT UP HORMONES!

My POV

'bout time!

Uh… THE SHOW MUST CONTINUE!

ONWARD! throws popcorn

Regular POV

Regardless of what her mind was saying, Point of no return, dumbass… her heart urged her to kiss him back. And for 5 seconds she did. Then, she regained her composure and pulled back, eyes wide.

Danny, now fully awake, shared her gasp. Did I just…

Did he just… Damn!

Danny looked her in the eye. He could feel the blood rushing to his face. He worried about looking like the world's first blue-eyed tomato. "Sam…uh…"

The enormity of the situation hit him. Here I am, in my BOXERS, in BED with a girl I have been in love with forever and could still taste…and who had—has- large boobs…SHUT UP HORMONES!

Sam recovered first.

"Having a good dream, sleeping beauty?" Sam's usual sarcasm cut the awkward hormone-soaked atmosphere in half.

"Yeah, actually, I was." Danny flashed her that ever-so-contagious devilish grin. She had to smile back. "and no, it wasn't about Paulina."

Sam's heart did backflips. She hoped her face wouldn't give it away.

It did.

She hoped he wouldn't notice.

He did.

He blushed.

She blushed.

"Well…I gotta go take a shower!" Danny said with a sunny face.

As he walked into the door.

Sam opened it for him. "You've lived here only…14 years? No wonder you didn't know to pull it open…"

Danny glared at her. Grabbed his towel. Blasted the bathroom radio. And shut the bathroom door.

OF course, Panic at the Disco was on the radio while Danny was showering it up.

And, forgetting all his troubles as he lathered, rinsed, and repeated…

He began to sing.

Now, don't get me wrong, Danny has a semi-whiny talking voice but he's still hott, compliments of puberty. And he's a clueless klutz. ahhaha--sounds funny

But this kid can sing. Hits EVERY note. He's also hard to miss, because he belts it out like Mariah Carey. And shakes his booty like Beyoncé. But not that Sam ever noticed.

Cue Hormones.

Shut up HORMONES!

The Panic at the Disco song was "I write Sins not Tragedies."

For those of us non-panic-savvy friends, It's an awesome track with cool piano notes in the background. It's a good singing-to-it song. Sam is about to poke her head in and throw some ice cubes in the shower when the chorus hits.

"and I chime in,

haven't you people ever HEARD o-of,"

Sam gasped. Where the HELL did he learn to sing like that?

"Closing the GODdamn door no,"

The ice cubes were melting in her hand. He could sing beautifully.

"It's much better to face these kind of things--"

Sam wasn't the only one listening to Danny. Skulker was also a minute's distance away, observing them both. The cool December air didn't affect him lucky! He was listening to Danny singing and Sam listening to Danny singing. He radioed to Headquarters.

"Attention to whoever's listening! Turns out both Deny-er and Clueless can sing! This just keeps on getting better and better…"

"Really? That news is the highlight of my day. Operation Denying Clueless Dancers is now set in motion. With only one week until their contest and two until Ball day, this plan is FLAWLESS!" Ember's voice cooed over the phone.

"You are now free to deliver it, Skulker." Ember crackled over the radio for what would be the first of many times that day.

Skulker knowingly popped two Advil into his mouth. It was going to be quite a day.

A funky cliffhanger? Gasp.

MUAHAHAHAHA. yes I know I'm evil.

No reviews, no updates! And I plan on bringing all the captain jack, fluff, and not-really-so-evil-plot-type-stuff that you can handle next chapter!

Here's a sneak peek:

Danny turned from Sam, to Skulker, and to the piece of paper again.

It made no sense! Christmas was two weeks from now! It was all falling into place around him, and…

R&R! Lalalove,

Dani phantom.

P.s. Don't' worry, nothing in this story is actually that serious. It's really kinda random, if anything. It'll seem like nothing's interconnected, but just wait until December 23!

I really am getting too hot here in Jersey; I'm starting to miss my snowboard.

Or at least my A/C.