Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom – I never have and I never will, simple as that.
Author's note: I had actually written this a while back and thought just now how I doubt I would ever continue it onto something more. So, here it is. :)
Enjoy!
005 : Ouch
Rating : PG
Theme: 22. Shadow ; Flame ; Footfall ; Ouch!
March 1, 2006
Laughter filled the warm air on a sunny day in July. The water lapped onto the shore, and the sand was satin to the touch. The beach was filled with people of all ages and sizes, large families and even elderly women sitting by themselves just enjoying a good book.
The men in their trunks, the women in their bathing suits, either tanning or swimming, just enjoying themselves.
Sadly enough, a woman dressed all in back sat in a beach chair with her eyes closed, basking in the sunlight–well, whatever sunlight that was reaching her. Her two male companions were already in their swim trunks, throwing a football around casually. Of course, being two lean teenagers, they were attracting stares from the female population on the beach. Their friend, too, was attracting stares because of her 'different attire'. She looked as if she wanted to be swallowed up by the night, never mind sitting in the sun.
"Sam, please. When you agreed to come to the beach, you agreed to have fun. You look like you're on your way to attending a funeral," Danny whined, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye a few seconds after tossing the football to Tucker. "Just get changed and let's have some fun, already!"
She sighed, and ever-so reluctantly, removed her black, hooded sweatshirt, pants, and t-shirt, being left in only a black string bikini. It tied around her back and around her neck, showing her usually unseen curves and lengthy figure. Before, when her plan to boycott the beach completely had failed, she decided (rather last minute) to buy a bathing suit she'd actually look good in. Not like, 'Oh, that's nice," good, but 'Mmm-mmm good'. She hoped she accomplished that goal. Hell, she knew she wanted Danny to drool, gawk, and stare. Who was she kidding?
Danny, turning his head for a split second, saw her and faltered, his face now becoming the receiving end of the football that was passed. Tucker burst out laughing, though Danny didn't find it funny one bit.
"Shit! Ow," he clutched his face as he hissed in pain. Danny's voice changed tones as he pinched his nose and tilted it back in case of bleeding. "You didn't have to throw so hard!"
"You were out of it! I had to bring you back to reality, man!"
Sam jumped up from her chair and walked briskly over to Danny. She snickered, picked up the ball, and threw it back to Tucker, though aiming a bit higher than his head so he'd have to walk a little.
"Nice of you to join us, Sammy," Danny retorted, his voice nasal.
"Let me see, Daniel," she motioned for him to come closer to her so she could get a better look at his noise. He, on the other hand, looked in an entirely different spot on his best friend. One that was not so much concealed anymore, if you catch that drift. "You're such a big baby," she leaned forward for further inspection, and suddenly placed a light kiss on the bridge of his nose. "Better?"
He nodded with a light blush, "Much–"
"Will you two cut the lovey-dovey crap? Please?" Tucker begged, ready to throw the ball at them to break their 'moment' up. They chuckled and moved away from each other, hoping to send away whatever feelings of unnatural heat away. Tucker felt that if he had to be the parent with the hose, so be it. He did not want to see his two best friends go at it on the beach towel, or even worse... in the water, where no one could see where hands went. He almost shuddered inwardly at that thought. It'd be great blackmail, but he wouldn't be the pervert behind the camera. He already got busted for that once.
Ouch.
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-A