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Disclaimer: I don't own DP or "Perfect Day" by Hoku.
A quick note from the author: This is a cute little story I thought of immediately after I saw this song.
They Tell Me to Act My Age
She stood at the stove, her long raven hair pulled back in a ponytail and her lilac eyes watching the food cook in front of her. She had been strictly an Ultra-recyclo vegetarian for most of her life, but her diet had changed a little now that she was older. She hummed a happy little song as she cooked, giggling to herself as she thought about how ridiculous she must look in her gothic bed attire and humming a song that didn't deal with death and destruction.
"Why are you so happy?" a sleepy, masculine voice mumbled. His raven hair was messy, and his blue eyes looked more like they'd prefer to close than remain open.
She giggled and kissed him on the nose. "Morning, Danny."
"Sam, we've been married for almost two years, and I've never seen you so outwardly excited," he said. "Well, except maybe our wedding day," he added as an after thought.
"It's just a really happy day today," she replied, going back to cooking breakfast, "and I know something you don't know," she added in a singsong voice.
He groaned, taking the plate she held out to him. "And you're not going to tell me what it is, are you?"
She just gave him a bright smile before saying, "Sit down and eat before you're late again."
sun's up, it's a little after twelve
make breakfast for myself
leave the work for someone else
people say, they say that it's just a phase
they tell me to act my age, well i am
on this perfect day
nothing's standing in my way
on this perfect day
where nothing can go wrong
it's the perfect day
tomorrow's gunna come to soon
i could stay forever as i am
on this perfect day
Danny rapped his pencil on his desk, his blue eyes clouded with thought. He tried to think of someone, anyone, that Sam might tell this secret to and was just about to give up when he snapped his fingers.
"Tucker and Valerie!" he muttered, grabbing the phone and dialing their number.
Someone answered on the third ring. "Hello?"
"Hey, Tuck', it's Danny."
"Oh, hey Danny. What's up? Sam kick you out already?"
"Hilarious," Danny muttered. "If I recall, you were the one calling me to borrow the living room when you forgot your anniversary."
"Okay, let's not go there… What'd you call about?"
"Sam's been acting funny. Do you know anything about it?"
"What do you mean 'funny?' I mean, this is Sam we're talking about. She's always had a few screws loose."
Danny rolled his eyes. "She's not acting normal funny. She's acting weird funny. She was cooking breakfast this morning and humming a happy song. Emphasis on happy."
"Now, that is funny for Sam. Well, nothing comes to mind. Let me ask Valerie." The line was silent for a minute before Tucker came back and said, "Valerie remembers Sam doing the same thing on your wedding day. Maybe she's planning a divorce now," he joked, "or she could be pregnant."
"Tuck', I'm going to say this to you as a friend: act your age, not your shoe size."
"Hey, I'm not acting like a twelve-year-old."
Danny shook his head. "Thanks anyway. I think I'll try her mom next."
"I'd suggest your mom. Mrs. Manson will probably just think aliens switched her daughter's brain."
Danny laughed. "Thanks. I'll keep that in mind."
sun's down, a little after ten
i pick up all my friends
in my mercedes benz
wake up, don't tell me it's just a dream
'cause when i've had enough you'll hear me say
now don't you try to rain on my
perfect day
nothing's standing in my way
on this perfect day
where nothing can go wrong
it's the perfect day
tomorrow's gunna come to soon
i could stay forever as i am
on this perfect day
Sam was lying on the couch flipping through magazines when Danny came home. She leapt up and immediately tried to hide the paper behind her back.
"What's that?" he asked.
"Nothing." She smiled innocently at him.
He gave her a look. "I'm not as dense as I was in high school." He took a step closer. "Does it have something to do with your secret?"
"Maybe…" Her smile widened as he slowly edged closer before she finally zipped away into the other room.
He gave chase, trying to grab for the magazine. "Give it to me!"
"Never!" she laughed, ducking behind a corner.
He had chased her through every room in the house before finally managing to corner her in the kitchen. He walked up slowly, backing her up further against the dishwasher.
"Give me the magazine," he said.
She smiled, her eyes bright from the exercise. "Nope." Then she pulled open the dishwasher, stuffed the magazine inside, and turned the machine on. "Now you'll never know," she teased in the same singsong voice from the morning.
"Samantha Fenton, don't make me tickle it out of you," he whispered threateningly, a small smile curving at his lips.
"Hmm…" She leaned forward, her face inches from his. "Catch me if you can, Daniel Fenton," she whispered before taking off into their room.
He ran after her, cheating with his ghost powers only once to tackle her on the bed. He straddled her waist and held her hands above her head with one hand while keeping the other free to tickle. "Tell me."
"No."
He began to tickle her, and she writhed beneath him, giggling. "Tell me, Sam."
"No!" she cried. His tickling increased. "All right! All right!" He ceased his attack but kept her pinned. "You really want to know?" she whispered, smiling at him.
"Yes," he said, kissing her lightly on the lips.
"Okay," she chirped. "I'm pregnant."
i'm in the race, but i already won
and getting there can be half the fun
so don't stop me till i'm good and done
don't you try to rain on my perfect day
on this perfect day
nothing's standing in my way
on this perfect day
where nothing can go wrong
it's the perfect day
tomorrow's gunna come to soon
i could stay forever as i am
on this perfect day