Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom – I never have and I never will, simple as that. You know exactly what would happen if I owned Danny--oh wait, it did happen! Silly me. ;)

Author's Note: I'm starting this collection up again, and I'm absolutely positive you will be able to find a lot, lot more from me coming up in the next weeks and whatnot. I hope you don't mind and all! I've taken to the idea of updating once a week, so here I am, exactly a week from the previous chapter. How about that!

Note: The phrase at the end said by Tucker to Jazz was said to me at least three times during my own prom this past Friday night.

014 : Headaches

Rating : PG-13

Theme : 34. Pins and Needles ; Headache

May 13, 2007

In her entire life, she never went through this much bullshit to make Danny happy. She knew that something later on their lives would top this present moment, but right then, she wasn't in the mood to hear about it. After much begging and numerous puppy-dog pouts, she was now his date to the prom, an event she had fully been prepared to boycott entirely. After he posed the question, she knew she would go with him, but she wanted him to stress out about it a bit, so she wouldn't be alone in the matter. She hated school events with a passion, but seeing the hopeful look in his eyes made her want to get dressed up and be that girl on his arm.

By the fourth attempt of looking for a dress, she just about took back those happy, tranquil thoughts involving prom. After two visits to a high-end boutique with her mother, she wanted to rip out every single hair on her head at the antagonizing frustration her mother put her through, nearly forcing her to try on every single dress in the store. Even the pink ones. Half the time she complained it was either too small or too big, even when they fit her perfectly. She had the constant urge to either run out of the store, or to strangle herself with a dress. She repressed those urges and played nice with mommy dearest.

Before giving up all hope of finding the perfect dress, she wanted to try one time at the local mall. Valerie mentioned the lack of possession involving a certain prom dress herself, so she decided to tag along with Sam. Sam's guess was that she wanted to go with her for a second opinion; or, either to check out her competition. Either way, they went to the mall together, on good terms. After she and Danny had begun to date, it took Valerie a while to genuinely support the relationship, but she and Sam were on friendly terms now, which made Danny happy. The things she did for him.

When they reached the mall, the first store they went into Valerie managed to find her gold prom dress and matching shoes. Sam, on the other hand? Was still dress-less. It was getting to be very irking, especially with having a chipper Valerie fluttering about, giggling about her dress as well as her date, which happened to be a newer recruit on the football team. 'Not Tucker?' some would ask. Tucker, managing to gather the courage, successfully asked Danny's older sister to the prom. Platonically, of course. Sam knew better, and what he (and Danny) were planning for after the prom. So much for surprises.

Walking through one of the dress stores of the mall, her eyes fell on a dress that she was sure of being the one. It wasn't the length she was going for, but it was her senior prom, and she felt like being a little daring. It was a strapless black dress, intricate lace designs covering the bodice in the same color, blending in well; reaching to just about her knee, with some netting underneath to give the skirt some volume, but not too much–it was the perfect length to show off her long legs.

"Whoa, girl, that dress is... that definitely looks like something you would wear," Valerie commented, approving the dress she was looking at. It was the only dress that she picked up without an obvious look of disgust on her face at the choice. "It's elegant to a point, but not over the top."

"You know," she mused, looking the dress up and down. "I kinda like it. A lot." Looking down the rack for the sizes, Valerie did the same. "If you find a size two, grab it," she mumbled, looking at the tags of the dresses that were much too big for her frame.

"You're a two?" Valerie asked, incredulous, with an undertone of jealousy.

She chuckled, "Yeah. That's what no meat in your diet can do."

After paying for the dress and finding a pair of black stilettos to wear with it, they left. Sam already had black jewelry at her house to wear with the dress, and she didn't even bother to ask Valerie if she needed anything else at the mall–they just left.

The day of prom, the school reeked of spray-tanning and burnt skin from tanning booths themselves; she found herself almost gagging at the smell. She also wondered if she was going to be the only pale-skinned girl at the prom. She honestly didn't care what anyone thought about her skin, hair, weight, or height... anyone but Danny, but she already knew how he viewed her, so she was in the safe zone.

Everyone was caught up in the hype of prom, even Danny and Tucker. They definitely were itching to get out of the building; even Sam was ready to leave, but that was a normal feeling involving school.

"Five minutes left," Tucker said softly, but still excitedly. "Tonight is going to be amazing! I'm gonna make a home run tonight, man."

"Good luck," Danny grinned, definitelythe dark of who Tucker's date was.

"I wouldn't be saying that if I were you," Sam sing-songed quietly, writing notes down in her notebook.

"Why not?" Danny asked, his eyes on her, every so often darting to the head of the classroom to see if they were in the clear to talk. Tucker, out of the corner of her eye, was shaking his head emphatically, not wanting her to say a damn thing.

"Oh, nothing," she said in the same voice, going back to writing her notes.

After school got out and they all parted ways, Sam practically did nothing else but try and prepare herself for prom. She was getting a headache at how much effort she was actually putting into this, but she knew it was important for Danny; and, because it was important to him, it was important to her. After showering and shaving (she didn't know what was going to happen after, so she thought she would be prepared), she dressed in shorts and a tank top while she blow-dried and straightened her hair. When that was through, she applied her make-up and got into her dress. Grabbing everything that was necessary, like her camera and shoes, she headed downstairs to her living room to wait for her boyfriend and other guests to show.

After about ten minutes, the doorbell rang; Sam got up to answer it, and when she opened the door, there they were, kissing; thank goodness Danny wasn't around to see it.

"What if your brother was the one who opened the door?" Sam quipped, watching as they jumped apart. "You can't sneak around and then kiss in public, you know."

They both laughed nervously, Jazz playing with the ends of her hair and Tucker looking around at anything but Sam. "Just come in, you two, before Danny does come. I won't say a word to him, but if he finds out, Tucker, I'm not saving your ass."

"Thanks, Sam," Jazz said appreciatively, knowing that Sam wouldn't be the one who broke the news to Danny that she and Tucker were, in fact, dating.

"Go get something to eat or drink in the kitchen if you want," Sam said suddenly, "I'll just wait for Danny out here. He isn't long from leaving, is he?" she asked Jazz.

"He was trying to find his shoes as well as the corsage he got for you," she smirked. "He should be another two hours, I think," she said jokingly. The doorbell rang suddenly, and Jazz took that as her sign to pull Tucker into the kitchen to give Sam and Danny a moment to themselves before being bombarded with pictures and questions.

Smiling in anticipation, Sam slid into her stilettos and took to answering the door, in all of her made-up glory. Opening the door wide, she grinned as she saw Danny on the other side, dressed to the nine's in a black tux, a black shirt underneath, and a white tie to compliment the color scheme. She had to keep herself from jumping him right then and there.

"Sam," her name died in his throat as he gave her the once-over. "You are... you are gorgeous."

She blushed in spite of herself and stepped to the side to allow him to come in. "Thank you," she replied to the compliment with a soft smile. "I will be the envy of the prom with you by my side. You look very handsome."

It was his turn to blush as he stepped into her house and shut the door behind him. Before he forgot himself or where he was, he pulled the box with the corsage in it from behind his back, opened it, and took the corsage of white roses and baby's breath out and slipped it onto her wrist.

"Thank you," she mumbled almost silently as she watched him step closer to her and close the distance between them, pressing his lips to hers strongly, taking her breath away. She met his force with her own and kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. She had been waiting for this all day.

A flash of light from a camera broke them out of their romantic mood, and they broke away to glare in the general direction of the offender, which in this case was Mrs. Manson.

"Although I do not condone that action underneath my roof, at any time," she shot a warning glance towards the young Fenton, "I found that too cute to pass up taking a picture of." Shifting her camera in her hands, she handed the other item in her hands, the boutonniere, to Sam to pin it on Danny's lapel.

"I apologize in advance if I stab you," Sam mumbled, attempting to put the boutonniere on correctly. After accomplishing her goal in only about three tries (and about eighteen pictures from her mother), she smiled triumphantly. After taking an extremely cheesy (but very cute) picture of the couple, Mrs. Manson retreated to find her husband. After she had left, Danny and Sam kissed once more and then headed into the kitchen to find the other pair.

"You dress looks nice," Tucker grinned at Jazz who giggled, reciting a lame one-liner pickup line, "but, it would look better on my bedroom floor."

"Tucker! What the fuck, man," screeched Danny as he entered the room. Jazz's eyes widened, then tried to explain herself as quickly as she could before Danny would hurt Tucker.

"Oh yeah, prom is a headache all right," Sam mumbled to herself in a monotone voice as she watched Danny chase Tucker down the hall.

"You can say that again," Jazz bit out with a low growl as she heard Tucker scream like a girl from the opposite end of the hall.

End Note: Ehh, not my favorite one in the entire world, but it does have some elements in it that I enjoy. Reviews make me happy:)

- A