Alrighty then! finally updated for you all! Kings isle was a blast. Well here we are chapter 8, and i promise nothing but Sam and Danneh fluff in this chapter! w00t w00t... guessing by teh title i think you can guess what happens... enjoy!
Disclaimer: i don't own Danneh phantom or Axe body sprays
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Chapter 8:
Uh… Mrs. Manson? Can you NOT touch my Pants...Please?
It was quiet… too quiet. The bright, sunny, sky lit up the town and put its residents into a subtle state of bliss. The songbirds played their tunes to perfection as if they had been practicing all their lives. Almost everyone had a bright smile on his or her face, just thankful for the beautiful day. As for the local high school, that was a different matter entirely.
Casper High, a seemingly average learning facility, had a rather strange predicament in the making.
From outside the school, one could see Danny Fenton bursting out of the school doors running and screaming for his life. The school doors slowly closed, but the moment they shut, and large packs of screaming teenage girls were running in the same direction as Danny.
Coincidence? I think not!
Danny turned his head back just to see how bad his problem was, turned out to be much more troublesome than he thought. He had barely made it to the sidewalk down by the parking lot before the swarming fan-girls could sink their teeth into their prey's neck.
Danny scurried as fast as he could to escape from being killed via kissing, caressing, excessive glomping, etc.
Sam and Tucker had just gotten up off the floor. Tucker, searching for his hat; Sam dusting off the many footprints that were planted into her after they had been trampled by the large horde of "Danny's Fan-girls". Sam put on her scowl as the two made it to the front doors to see how bad Danny's problem was.
"He can get out of this…I hope" Sam told Tuck, as reassurance. Not for Tucker, but rather for herself. Recently, for unknown reasons to Sam, her love for Danny had grown immensely and had cared about him in ways that made her mentally slap herself.
Danny was running out of breath, and could hear the impending stampede closing in. He deduced that only his ghost powers were the only possible way for him to escape alive.
Being unusually quick-witted, he ducked behind a large tree, and quickly went invisible. He sighed a quick breath of relief and started floating up into the branches to further hide himself.
"DANNEH! DANNEH! DANNE- hey where did he go?" The leader of the fan-girls, Paulina stated with a dazed expression.
"He couldn't have gone far…" Valerie answered, and put her nose into the air sniffing deeply. "He's real close, I can still smell him."
Danny silently cursed as he realized why they girls were chasing him. "It's that blasted axe crap. I can't believe they are chasing me for that, how on Earth do they think that smells good?"
"THERE! Up the tree! He climbed up the tree!" Valerie shouted to the pack, and all Danny could hear next were assortments of squeals and screams. Danny knew that he couldn't remain invisible or else his identity could be in jeopardy.
Danny, under cover of the branches and leaves reappeared, and scooted along one of the branches to try to escape the climbing fan-girls.
"Danny! Come down here! We just want to talk." Star said, trying to reason with Danny. Danny knew she was lying, he could tell just by her tone of voice, the look in her eyes, and the long trail of drool hanging from her mouth.
He knew he didn't have much time, 15 seconds tops, before the fan-girls would be at his branch and pulling him down to be devoured by the girls below. Fortunately for him Sam and Tucker had arrived on the scene. Tucker had a smile on his face and shot Danny a thumbs-up and a playful smirk, which was abruptly stopped my being smacked on the back of the head by Sam.
Danny backed up towards the trunk of the tree and motioned to Sam to start running. She did so without a moment's hesitation. Paulina was just inches away from grasping Danny's ankle and pulling him down to have her way with him, but Danny started carefully running across his sturdy tree branch and leapt off it clearing the horde of girls. He landed and rolled to break his fall, but got back up and continued running to catch up with Sam.
All hell broke loose. Swarms of girls that were once waiting impatiently underneath the tree were now once again in hot pursuit of Danny.
Tucker would have been up with Sam running away, but his hormones told him otherwise, and got trampled by the stampede trying to get a number from someone…no dice.
Danny and Sam had a decent lead and managed to turn a street corner, losing sight of the ladies. Danny acted smart for a second time that afternoon and took his shirt off, throwing it into a nearby rose bush, hoping that the pack of wild fan-girls would catch his scent and be thrown off.
The couple continued running, Sam slowed down slightly by the distraction of shirtless Danny.
"oh no Sam, not now, not when we are running for our lives! But still, he look uber sexylicious without a shirt on purr. Oh dang it Manson, stop it!" Sam thought to herself as Danny grasped her hand, and taking her up into the air with her.
She felt that same tingly feeling in the core of her being like every other time he would take her flying with him. Although she was feeling a little bit tinglier now that she found herself gawking at Danny's bare chest, that was quickly engrossed in a radiant aqua illumination, transforming Sam's Danny Fenton, into Sam's Danny Phantom.
Exquisite memories flowed through Sam's head. Memories of the first appearance of Ember, when she first really found Danny attractive, when she first started falling in love with him start to arise. She looked up to be confronted by a severe case of deja-vu.
Danny's countenance was silhouetted by the bright sun in the sky, which gave him an angelic appearance that Sam couldn't stop herself from feeling loving Danny even more, which put a small tinge of a rosy glow upon her cheeks.
While in this short trip down memory lane, she suddenly got tense and looked ahead to make sure there wasn't some sign that Danny would blindly run into.
Upon safe entry to Manson Mansion, the couple headed towards the stairs hoping to sneak by Sam's parents, who were blatantly known for disliking Daniel, putting it nicely.
As often as Danny visited Sam, he never got used to how large and amazing her house was, and would often times get caught distracted by the tall ceilings and velour tapestries gracefully hung from the walls.
This time was different though, Danny had motivation. Danny somehow found a way to lasso his wild mind into submission and just follow Sam upstairs into her room, which was the only safe haven to any teenager who wasn't into Victorian decoration and the color pink.
Sam's room. Danny loved Sam's room; it was a perfect resemblance to who Sam really was. The posters haphazardly slapped on the wall, which was painted a deep amethyst, and the way her clothes were scattered about the dark floor truly showed that Sam couldn't be tamed and was a wild beast.
Or maybe Danny enjoyed being in Sam's room because Sam was in there constantly, leaving her soft, lavender scent every which way; a scent that Danny could melt in.
Sam looked at Danny a little awkwardly; he was just standing in the doorway with his eyes closed and a content look on his face. She could admit he looked absolutely adorable, so desirably glompable, and kissable, oh the list could go on for pages.
"Uh, Danny, could you maybe change back to normal? You're ghost presence is making the room cold." In reality, Sam wasn't cold at all; she just remembered how he took his shirt off so they could escape; hoping he wouldn't remember.
And of course he didn't. Danny just blindly changed back and looked at Sam a little perplexed. She had a smile on her face, and her cheeks were beginning to form a deep shade of cherry red.
"Sam? What's wrong?" Danny asked, and quickly looked down to find there was no shirt loosely draped around his neck. "Suffering SPOOKS! Sorry Sam…sorry! I didn't mean to flash you." Danny said trying to cover his torso with his arms, but failed miserably.
Sam only giggled and reassured him that it was all right and merely tried to stop herself from blushing more, but she failed miserably.
"It's alright Danny; I've seen you without a shirt before." "But not like this… I mean damn Danny, how hard do you fight those ghosts? I know you get stronger in you ghost form… but…but…" Sam thought, but could finish, she was too distracted by staring at Danny's chest. Well toned and very lean. He had very muscular arms that anyone could feel safe in and just looked so dang sexy.
"Do you have an extra shirt I could wear, Sammy?" Danny said, breaking Sam's train- wreck of thought.
"Oh, yeah, hold on, I think I got another one your shirts here somewhere…" Sam replied a little annoyed that he had to break her of her wonderful daydream, but since it was Danny, she didn't mind.
Danny took this opportunity to go to the bathroom down the hall. Once done, he remembered the devious black can hiding in his pocket, the one that made Dash make fun of him for "enjoying himself" all day. He slipped it out and went ahead and put on a thorough coat on his chest.
"I know, I know, Fenton, I promised myself I wouldn't wear it again. But there aren't any girls except Sam, and I'm sure she'll enjoy herself as much as I do." Danny said, giving himself a pep talk, and waltzing out the door with pride and confidence.
But all that confidence was shattered when Mrs. Manson was waiting outside the bathroom door with a scowl on her face.
"uh-oh.."
"Yes, Daniel, uh-oh is right…but I suppose I could be a little lenient this time." She said getting a little bit sultrier by the second.
"Oh crap I don't like where this is going…" Danny thought trying to go around Sam's mom.
"Uh, Mrs. Manson, I think I left my shirt in Sam's room…can I go get it…please?" Danny said being very, very cautious about what he said.
"Tee hee, silly Danny, you can call me Pamela." Mrs. Manson said leaning over exposing a slight bit of cleavage to poor Danny.
"Sweet Mother of God…this is bad…"
A/N: ok how bout that? huh? huh? I had fun writing it, hope you enjoyed reading it. its been a while since i last wrote anything so i think i may be out of the swing of things
Next chapter... we will continue danny's problem here and check up on Tuck, see what that ole rascal is up to... is he keeping away from jazz like he promised? knowing Tucker...no...no he doesnt.
lol please review they make me smile even brighter than normal!
KITHN
