Hey ello guys thank you for your reviews, favorites and follows, l really appreciate them. So someone amongst the reviewers asked me to add drama, romance and what not into the story and because am all for the 'phans' l will. So l tried to you know add some mush here and there so l hope you like.

Chapter 1: Recipe for disaster

The trio was older, mature, grown up or whatever you'd like to call it but still bickering like fourteen year olds. The now seniors were walking up the stair case that led to Tucker's room. The didn't know how it started but at first they were chatting it up about something then that something lead to something and that something made them talk about another something and for some reason that something made them talk about Tucker's laundry.

The trio walked into the average Amity Park teen hangout. Danny slumped into their usual seat that was now well know to the majority of people who 'dined' in the teen hangout. The table was usually preserved for them and for some unknown reason noone dared to sit in it.

Sam saw both of the boys disheveled features and sighed in exasperation. "Dare l ask," she simply stated.

Tucker smiled and thanked the waitress as she brought their usual.

"It's Amity," Tucker said as he took a bite out of his burger. Sam shot up a brow at his response. "Danny," she enquired to him hoping to get more detail. He slouched into his seat and looked at Sam with frustration evident in his eyes. "I am sick and tired of this blind town. When the heck are they going to open their eyes and connect the dots! My picture for crying out loud Sam was placed right next to my alter ego in the newspaper and they couldn't get a message...l-l-l give up!" Sam was quite shocked at his sudden out burst.

"But isn't that what you wanted for them to not, you know, know" she was confused. "Not anymore. I-we grew out of it and a hero gotta remove his mask at some point of their life. For some reason l don't give a damn anymore and this town's obliviousness if finally getting to me," he sighed.

"Danny and you," she purposely referred to Tucker as 'you'. "Hey, l got a name, remember Tucker Foley... TF you know Tooooooo Fineeeee!" He grumbled.

"Gosh and this little resolve of Danny's has you written all over it," she said under her breath.

"Danny and guy I'm all for you on whatever you chose, but are you sure about this?" She asked. Taking the lack of response as a yes she continued, "Then operation blow-Phantom's-secret is ago," she put her in the air just in front of both the teens. Tucker put his hand over Sam's being careful that he had wiped his hands before. They both looked at Danny in anticipation. Danny smiled and placed a hand over Sam's shoulders and dragged her closer to him. "When l go down," he whispered into her ear but loud enough for Tucker to hear. He placed his hand in agreement and turned away from Sam, "We go down together."

Sam knew the repercussions but the fact that she was currently in Danny's arms he brain couldn't seem to function well anymore.

"Team Phantom!" They roared not caring about the awkward looks they got from people who were passing by.

"My laundry needs to be done," Tucker suddenly whined out of nowhere.

"It's just a little laundry and it won't hurt helping your pal in need out," he put a lot of emphasis on the word pal. Sam sighed angrily, "Don't you have a washing machine," she enquired as she rolled her eyes. Tucker looked at her like she had grown a second head...wait that's actually normal, like she had decided to stop being goth.

"Remember, Danny trashed it yesterday when he was having a duet with Ember!" He said in anguish. "Look l know that you're still angry with me but IT WAS NOT A DUET!" He yelled with a little bit of his ghostly wail in his voice.

Tucker opened the door to his room and sat dejectedly a pile of clothes.

Sam entered and from first sight her mouth was agape. "Is this what you call a little laundry!" She said in astonishment. Sensing a stinch she scrunched up her face. "It reeks in here," she commented. "You know," Sam remarked, "You could sign up dirty hog for the talent show tomorrow."

Tucker perked up at the comment not detecting the sarcasm, "You're right, but..."

Danny who was not paying attention dashed into the room full speed and jumped into one of the heaps of laundry. He seemed to disappear in the mountainous stock of dirty clothe items. It was not long before an intangible and hazy Danny phased himself out. He regained solidity and crashed into the floor. "Need...o2!" Danny screamed as he heaved in large amounts of air. "At least the stinch made you smarter. I didn't know you were capable of holding such knowledge, 'o2 ' such a big term, don't cha think," Sam mused. Danny frowned, "How is it that the guy who has one of the most greatest responsibilities on earth on his shoulders is more optimistic than the girl who gave this guy the responsibility," he grumbled.

Sam looked hurt for a second before regaining her composure, "l-l-l l didn't..." she stammered. Danny got the message and quickly walked over to his possible love interest, "Sam, l didn't mean it li-" he was interrupted once again by Tucker for what seemed like the billionth time that day. "l get that you two are deeply infatuated with each other but cut me some slack," he complained.

Danny was about to approach Tucker but Sam stopped him in midstep, "l got this," she said bitterly and and dug her three inch heeled boot on Tucker's toes.

(I know you're probably wondering, 'Why on earth is Sam wearing heeled boots' well a certain somebody cough*Danny*cough got them for her. They are not just any regular boots they are stylish, and weapons in disguise. You'll figure out what they do sooner or later *grins evily*)

"One day l will make you regret getting her those shoes Danny," he said through his teeth. Danny smirked, "What can l say l like dangerous women." Sam blushed and unconsciously took refuge in Tucker's laundry. She picked up navy green Armani pants that she had sworn she had seen before. She heard a cackling sound as she moved it. Sam gingerly inserted her hands into one of the pockets and fished out a crumbled up paper. "What's this?" She asked as she opened it up.

Danny stood up and grabbed both the paper and pants. He scanned the paper and his eyes widened in realisation. "Eww!" Danny threw the pants on Tucker's face. "You're just downright nasty. When was the last time you sent your laundry to the dry cleaners!" He scolded. Tucker put a hand onto his chin in thought, "Um, well... l... usually the clothes disappear and come back, you know, clean. Then about four years ago they stopped," he said, quite unsure of himself. "You still depend on your mother to do your laundry," Sam said in disbelief.

Tucker raised his hands in defense, "Who said my mom does my laundry, for all l know it could be Santa doing me an early Christmas favour."

Danny and Sam simultaneous rolled their eyes at their friends antics.

Danny sat on the nearby couch and Sam followed closely behind. "Things l am not allowed to do in Amity Park," he read out loud.

He smirked and then momentary looked at Sam then Tucker as he said, "Sam, Tucker l think l know what we are going to do for tomorrow's talent show."


Truth is l didn't want to end the chapter there but l got bored writing and my phone is on 2% and it past 1 in the morning at this side of the world...scratch that its actually to 2 now. I gotta sleep! And sorry for the shortness of the chapter. Eh! It's longer than the last one :-P

So BLAH!