A/N: Yeah people have been telling me that Danny's outburst's were a little too much in last chapter ( sorry guys ) They still liked the story though… enjoy
H-Hey Guys
Danny and Sam were enjoying what they referred to as "private time" in Tucker's presence. "Private time" wasn't always intimate time, though it usually ended up in that category. Sometimes they just talked, watched television, planned pranks to play on their best friend…. Other times, like this particular time, were intimate times. Intimate times meant if Tucker messed with them, he would be overshadowed to make himself wear a pink, frilly dress and ask Dash Baxter to dinner.
So the scene at hand was one that was meant for behind closed doors. Sam laid on top of Danny, showering him with soft, sensual kisses. Danny moaned and pulled her closer. One hand was placed on the small of her back. The other ran through her long, ebony hair.
"Danny, I love you," Sam whispered in his ear. Dan simply smiled in reply and lifted off his fiancée's shirt.
Moments after Samantha's onyx tee hit the hardwood floor, Tucker burst into Danny's bedroom, "Oh my God guys you won't believe it, but-OH MY GOD GUYS!"
"TUCKER!" the two retorted at the African American. "YOU KNOW THE RULES!"
"I am so sorry, but, you guys, downstairs there's-"
"Bull shit, Tucker, you just wanted to see something," Sam scoffed, climbing off the bed and facing Tucker.
"Like I would want to see you two get freaky."
"I'm gonna kill you, Tucker," Sam bounded for Tucker, who in return screamed like a five year old girl and took off down the stairs.
Danny chuckled to himself. The idea of Sam and Tucker in a death match was in a sick way amusing to him at first, but then he was hit with a slight pang of concern. "Sam you're not really gonna kill him, are you?" Danny called as he jogged to the first floor of the apartment him and Tuck shared.
Tucker ran for his life towards the living room with Sam in close pursuit. It took him until he got outside his destination before he remembered why he went to get his best friends in the first place.
"Sam, wait." Tucker pleaded as he stopped in his tracks, but the sudden change of speed caught Manson off guard and she collided with the techno-geek, sending them both spiraling into the living room.
Sam landed on top of Tucker, calling him every foul name she could possibly think of. "You're such a perv," was her last remark before she noticed Clockwork and four teenagers giving her questionable looks. She quickly jumped up, her mouth agape.
"H-Hey Guys," said Tucker nervously.
"How-why-uh-wow," were the only words Samantha could muster.
"Sam, is Tuck still alive?" Danny asked as he walked into the room, but seeing the group that awaited him put different concerns in his mind. "WHAT THE FUCK!?"
"Ah, Daniel, you're always the one to have spastic outbursts aren't you?" Clockwork said slyly.
"I do not have spastic outbursts," younger Danny replied hotly. "My outbursts are completely controllable and reasonable."
"Danny, they're not always reasonable," Sam murmured.
"Yeah, dude. Ya need to learn to shut your trap," Tucker agreed.
"Shut up, Foley," Danny grumbled.
"Oh, so you won't tell her to shut up," Tucker said, now agitated. "Stupid loveb-"
"WE'RE NOT LOVE-"
"KIDS, SHUT IT!" Sam screamed over the teens' defenses.
"We are not kids," younger Sam pointed out.
"Well you are in my book."
"Well at least I'm not prancing around, letting everyone see my bra."
"Huh?" older Danny now brought himself into the conversation. He looked over to older Sam, and his eyes widened in terror. "SAM, PUT ON A SHIRT!" He quickly stripped off his shirt and gave it to his fiancée. Older Tucker fell to the ground in a fit of laughter.
"Yeah, Sam, why were you shirtless?" younger Tucker asked.
"Yeah," younger Danny agreed, completely forgetting his frustration at Tuck.
"Look it's not any business of two teenage boys why Sam chooses to be topless." Older Danny scolded.
"But you made me put on your shirt," Sam reminded him.
"ARE YOU TRYING TO CALL US PERVERTED?" younger Dan and Tucker yelled.
"YOU'RE FIFTEEN," older Danny stated matter-of-factly.
"Can I interrupt," Jasmine asked.
"NO!" spoke about five different voices.
"Do you realize that you arguing with yourselves when there are bigger problems to worry about?" Jas pressed and then turned to Clockwork, "And you're just letting them do this."
"This is entertaining if you haven't noticed," Clockwork simply replied.
"Wait, what problems," older Sam asked.
"Evil Dan escaped. That's why we are here," Jas replied.
"Oh my God," Sam sunk down into the couch beside her.
"But that doesn't explain why you guys are here," Danny stated as he sat down beside Sam and placed a hand on her thigh reassuringly.
"Because according to Clocky here, Danny won't be able to beat him a second time at our age if he attacks us, so we need your help or whatever," younger Tucker explained.
"If he attacks you-" older Sam began.
"I am not going through this again," Clockwork murmured. "Look, I'll be back the day after tomorrow and I'll explain more then. You guys just get comfy here and be on watch." With that he disappeared, leaving the seven ghost fighters in complete confusion.
"Sooo," younger Tucker asked to the older trio, "What's new in our lives?"
Older Danny and Sam's eyes widened to full extent, and Danny quickly withdrew his hand from her leg, "Ummm…nothing much."
A/N: Was the argument too much? I'm just gonna let Danny be an angsty teen okay. REVIEW BUT BE HONEST! Next chapter is titled: Settling In, Shirt Philosophies, and Phantom T.V.