It's been ages since I've written anything for this story. Sorry about that! I really hope you enjoy this. I'll make it the best I can!

P.S. I do not own Danny Phantom. Butch Hartman does.

Billy Shake Spear

"Aaahh! I can't do this! I give up!" Sam screeched, throwing down her black top on the floor. She'd been rummaging through her closet and drawers for hours, trying to find something that would show Valerie who was winning the bet. No way could she- would she, eat a poor, helpless, and defenseless little animal.

"Sam, sweetie, is everything alright?" Her mother asked, opening her door.

Sam watched as her mom scanned the floor. Shirts, skirts, bras, underwear, pants, leggings and many other things Pamela Manson didn't recognize were scattered about. She put her hands on her hips. "Sammie, do you need help?"

Defeated, Sam hung her head, the newly picked up purple shirt in her hands crumpled. She sniffled.

"Yes, Mommy, please." Wait, what?

Danny couldn't sleep at all last night. He kept on pondering around in his room, deciding whether or not to call Sam. He knew she wouldn't want to talk to him, but he could at least try, right?

Eventually, the clock ticked away to 2 in the morning. Danny knew Sam would be annoyed if he called that early, especially if she was already mad at him.

"Danny, phone!" Maddie Fenton screamed. "K'!" He grabbed his phone, "Hey Tuck, hold on a minute ok?"

"I got it Mom!" Danny shouted, covering up the mouth piece. "What's up?"

"Dude, did you talk to Sam yet?" Tucker asked on the other line. He rolled back over to his computer on his chair. Sam hadn't called him last night, and he was getting worried about her. Once he saw her again at school, she was fuming angry. He tried to figure out why, but she wouldn't tell him. Later, he figured it had something to do with Danny or Valerie. Tucker tried to get something from Danny first.

Danny paused, than took a deep breath. He knew Tucker would be angry with his answer. "Well, no….I tried! But I knew she was pissed at me….I stayed up until 2 in the morning trying to figure out what to do! Tucker, I went to Jazz for help! I was that desperate." He yelled into the phone.

As they continued talking, Tucker arched an eyebrow. He actually went to Jazz? That was unusual, especially for Danny. He was still pretty ticked at him. "You know, the longer you hold back, the angrier she's going to be with you…unless, it isn't you she's mad at."

Danny sat up from his bed. "But….who else would she be mad at…..oh, no, Tuck, I have to go, I think I know the problem."

"See you later, dude." Danny could hear Tucker's sigh on the other end. He jumped out of his chair, and raced down the stairs.

"Bye, Mom, bye, Dad. I'm going to Sam's. Be back in a few!" He shouted, grabbing his coat, than burst out the door.

His mom said to be back before curfew and something else; but Danny couldn't hear, because his own two feet were already clicking on the cement floor, racing to the familiar house hold he'd grown to know so well over the years.

His heart raced, and he felt hot all over inside his body. Was he going through adrenaline, was he hyperventilating? It could be a sugar rush…but he hadn't had any candy or sugar that day, except for some Coco Puffs. What was wrong with him? If Danny weren't himself right now, and were one of his friends, he would realize what a clueless idiot he was.

His eyes locked straight forward on the doorbell. It seemed so far away.

Soon enough, his mind started working again, and he forced his finger down with the dying temptation that built up inside him.

The door slowly opened. Sam's butler looked down at him, a grim look on his face. It disappeared when he realized it was just Danny, not Tucker. He'd had a few accidents with that boy that he would not fully like to discuss this moment… anyways, back to the story.

"Ah, good afternoon, Daniel, are you here to see Samantha?"

Danny took a big gulp of air. "I am, yeah. She's here, right? I really need to speak with her…" He drifted off in mid sentence.

Joshua smiled. "Right this way. You can just head up stairs." Danny grinned thankfully, running upstairs.

His heart raced once more for about the umpteenth time that day. He couldn't figure out why. Hhmm…could it have been those CoCo Puffs he had earlier? No, he took that all out on the Box Ghost….and if he were hyperventilating, that would mean he was nervous to see Sam. That was definitely out of the question.

He marked off all of his choices as he made it to the door. His last choice was adrenaline. Of course! It just showed the rush of coming to see Sam and apologize. …he was excited to see her, apologize for what an idiot he was being…he actually thought it could have been lo-

But before he could finish thinking, he heard a scream in the room. What he didn't notice was, he forgot to knock before he came in….that was another BIG oops…..

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