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: All right, I am very excited that I am more than halfway through with this challenge. There are thirty in total, and I'm hoping to get at least one or two done per week, so I can actually finish something that I started. There are a couple more that I plan on going through before I start the sequel to "Ten Things..." so we'll see how that goes. Thank you for reading, my lovelies!

This one, in my opinion, is a waste of space and is just letting me progress towards my goal. The quality will get better, I promise. Tell me what you think, though!

019 : Says Who?

Rating : PG-13

Theme : 3. Anvil ; Banter

June 21, 2007

It wasn't that hot out, but it was hot enough. Definitely hot enough to shed a few layers of clothing in favor of a cool breeze... especially where the possibility of a cool body of water was involved.

After deciding to meet up to go to the shoreline to relax by the water, Danny and Sam found themselves alone underneath the sun's rays together. Sam took out her book and opened to an already started page, figuring Danny would just swim around without her. She cozily sat down in the chair she had brought with her.

Placing down the random items he brought with himself, Danny peeled off the black t-shirt he had worn with his red swim trunks; his back was to her, and she found her eyes wandering from her book to him, mesmerized by the contours of his back and the way his muscles moved while he stretched out of the worn piece of fabric. She felt like he was dangerous to watch, dangerous to think about–and that made watching him all the more sweeter.

Lying back in the beach chair, reading a book as her cover, she watched him through her sunglasses, hoping he wouldn't be able to place where her eyes were fixated due to the darkness of the lenses. She wanted to tear her eyes away and remain with some dignity, but she found it absolutely impossible to do so. It's not like she had never seen him in swim trunks, either; she saw him, but that was when they were both younger and less developed (in more ways than one). He always seemed to wear a thin shirt before, though. Now, he certainly was eye candy, something she only would imagine in her wildest dreams. Which, in all honesty, were happening more often lately.

With all of the ghost fighting he had to deal with on an everyday basis, he had developed in a way that certainly made her drool (mentally, of course). She had to stop thinking about it, for the sake of her sanity. She let her thoughts wander...

"My, my, Miss Manson," he began, looking down at her with a jovial smirk, "what are we gawking at?"

"I was not gawking," she blushed, hiding her face in entirety with her book.

"You definitely were," he said as he yanked her book from her grasp, "don't even try to lie to me."

She grumbled to herself, cursing mentally at her lame cover to stare at her best friend in a way so far from platonic it wasn't even funny.

"What was that?" he asked, hearing her mumble something underneath her breath.

"I said," she stressed those two words, "you're overly cocky today."

"Do you really want to get into that area right now?" he shot back, grinning all-the-more arrogantly.

Rolling her eyes, she replied, "We always seem to be in that area. Thank the heavens you're wearing baggy shorts right now or we might have another mishap like Halloween." She grinned; she might as well shift the embarrassment over to him.

"Hey!" he exclaimed. "That was one time," he said, then added mentally, 'That you know about,' "and sue me for reacting to your costume, Catwoman. You should be honored DJ likes you so much."

"Likes me so much? Present tense? And, we're not even going to get into that nickname," she rolled her eyes again. "You're so childish sometimes."

"Yeah," he said, not even missing a beat, "so I'd warn you not to expose too much skin or he'll try and jump all over you. So keep on that t-shirt unless you want kids–"

"You are absolutely childish, do you know that?"

"Ah, you love it," he grinned, looking down at her. Shiftily looking from side to side to see the nearby people, he lifted an arm to flex for her, and she rolled her eyes for the third time.

"You are so corny," she chuckled absentmindedly, pretending to go back to her book that she yanked out of his grasp. There would be no hope for that now, but he didn't know that.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Says who?"

"Did I stutter? I say so."

"You're cute when you're angry."

"Oh, shut up."

"You're blushing!"

"Shut the hell up."

"Make me!" Pause. "Ow! What was that for?"

"That made you shut up, didn't it?"

"That hurt," he whined, rubbing his head.

"Watch out, 'cause I might hit DJ next time," she threatened with a sadistic smirk.

He covered his companion and gave her a frightened look, "You wouldn't."

"Nah, I wouldn't," she grinned, flipping a page. "He likes me too much."

"Phew."

End Note: All right, this weekend I plan on getting more than one of these up since I now have a job, and I'm going to lose more and more time to do these. Never fear, I will fight the system.

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- A