Disclaimer: Danny Phantom—Copyright Butch Hartman and Nickelodeon. "Fall to Pieces"—Copyright Avril and her record company.

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Fall to Pieces

She walked beside him as they headed for the Nasty Burger, lilac eyes glancing in his direction every so often. She smiled as he reached over and grasped her hand in his, pulling her closer to him. Sometimes it was unbelievable how close she and her best friend had gotten after finally admitting their feelings and taking their relationship to the next level. She looked up into his crystal blue eyes, smiling as he kissed her forehead. The third in their group, an African American techno geek, had moved away almost as soon as they were out of high school. This had left the two of them spending more time alone together, and much to their third friend's disappointment, they got together without his help.

"So, what are we getting?" he asked her, bringing her out of her memories.

She smiled, resting her head against his chest as he slipped his arms around her waist, pulling her close. "You promised to try their new Ultra-Recyclo Vegetarian dish remember?"

"Aw, do I have to, Sammy?" he whined, raven bangs creating a shadow on his gorgeous face as he looked down at her.

She giggled, resting her hands on his on her stomach. "Danny, it's just a salad. It's not going to kill you."

"I'm guessing you don't remember the Lunch Lady then, huh?" he teased.

She playfully slapped his arm. "As if I could forget. Getting buried in that much meat then having to sit there while Tucker attempted to eat a way out for me?"

"Guess I should've phased you out of it before going after the ghost," he said with a smirk.

"That would've been helpful, yeah." She looked up at him. "So, willing to try the salad or what?"

"Fine, fine," he said with mock annoyance, "but if I suddenly run into a giant ghost carrot or something, it's your fault."

"A ghost carrot?" She looked at him with a raised brow. "Honestly, Danny, you've been around too much ectoplasm."

"Heh, it runs in the blood," he teased, winking at her with glowing green eyes.

Nearly four years of ghost hunting had been good for him, giving him an athletic body a lot of girls swooned over. This had, of course, led to a lot of dent lockers and snapped pencils as Sam had simmered in jealousy. Of course, she had nothing to worry about because he never went out with any of them. There was only one girl he was interested in, and that girl had—according to Danny—"gorgeous violet eyes and hair like raven's wings." That's what he had said when she finally asked him why he kept refusing every girl that looked his way, and that had definitely made her blush.

"Hey, beautiful, what'cha thinking about, huh?" Danny whispered in her ear.

She smiled, a light blush creeping across her usually pale cheeks. "You, of course."

"Oh, really?" He kissed her lightly on the neck. "What about me, hmm?"

She laughed, playfully nudging him with her elbow. "Just order so we can eat."

"Okay, okay," he said, laughing too.

He released her to speak to the man at the register, but his hand still held hers so that the guys in the restaurant would know this girl was taken and back off. Danny paid, though Sam offered, and he carried the tray to their table, sliding into the seat across from her. He poked at the salad as if he expected something to leap out of it and attack him, making her laugh.

He grinned at her. "The joys of dating an Ultra-Recyclo Vegetarian goth," he teased.

After an uneventful lunch, the two went to the park. Danny sat cross-legged in the grass with Sam sitting in his lap. He had his arms wrapped tightly around her waist with her facing away from him, his lips making trails up and down her neck. She had one hand fisted in his hair, her head leaning back against his shoulder. These moments they spent with just the two of them were more and more frequent, but Tucker was supposed to come visit some time during the summer, and they were going to cherish these moments as much as they could.

"This is nice," she whispered, opening her eyes to gaze into his as he raised his head from her neck.

"Yeah," he whispered back, kissing her lightly on the lips. "Yeah, it is."