Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom – I never have and I never will, simple as that.
Author's note: Welcome to 'Phantom Romance,' which is a collection of short one-shots that can't stand very well on their own, but are part of a collection in which I write for (which is the 30romances community on LiveJournal among others like 10passions, 10hugs, 30cracks, 30smirks, and so forth). You'll be seeing updates in this collection more regularly/frequently since my other story is ending soon. I know... sad, right? Anyways, this is the first story to kick off the 30+ in which you'll be viewing. Thank you for reading and don't forget to review!
002 : Caught
Rating : PG-13
Theme: 18. Disheveled ; In the Rain ; Thunder
December 8, 2005
Everything had worked out perfectly. Their watches had been synchronized and the time had been set; they would meet at exactly one o'clock and not come back for another ten minutes. It was one of the best ways to end the school day.
They had met, and, in a rush and a blur, they had made it to their final destination: the janitor's closet. Not wanting to make any noise by opening the door to the closet, Danny took hold of Sam's arm and phased them through safely. Without turning on the light, their lips met, crushing each other with pent-up passion that had built agonizingly throughout the entire day. The secret glances and the hidden smiles were enough to drive anyone mad.
Seconds slipped into one another, minutes into the next, and school was the last thing on each of their minds. However, as that time passed, so did sixth period. Students flooded the halls and headed to their last class of the day, unknown to the two teens who had been, so eloquently worded, "sucking face."
Suddenly, the door opened, filling the dark cubby, which was occupied, with too much light for the situation.
"Oh my goodness..."
"Mr. Fenton! Ms. Manson!"
Too late for intangibility.
"It's about time!" piped a voice familiar to the "criminals" in question, laughing.
"Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire! Not on school grounds, you two!" said a voice of an authoritative figure, pushing the young boy who had just spoken out of his line of sight and sent him in the direction of his next class. "Fix yourselves and go to the principal's office this instant. Detention for the both of you!" With the finality of his tone of voice, he left in a hurry of book-related curses.
Looking like deer caught in the headlights, they untangled themselves from one another and readjusted their tousled hair as well as their disheveled clothing.
"Tomorrow, then?"
"See you in detention."
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