In which basically Danny finds his soul mate. Short and sweet. Fluffy AU.
What's In A Name?
"It ain't what they call you, it's what you answer to."
― W.C. Fields
His name is Danny. Not Daniel, not Dan: Danny. Yeah it's just a nickname, but it just feels right. Like the way people say it, or how it rolls off the tongue.
Danny. Danny Fenton.
Yeah, he likes the sound of that.
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Danny pouts at his new second grade teacher. Why can't she get his name right? Every day it's the same. He walks into class and she greets him with a:
"Good morning Daniel!"
And every time he corrects her.
"It's actually Danny, Miss."
Seriously, it wasn't that hard. He grumbled about this to his best friend Tucker, but only a little. Like it or not, he was lucky; Mr. Lancer was the only other second grade class, and that man insisted on addressing him as Mr. Fenton. The boy shivered. As much as Danny loved his father, he did not want to relate to that reputation for the rest of his school days.
As if on cue, his father smashed into the room, decked in orange HAZMAT glory. Danny face palmed while Tucker patted his back sympathetically.
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After he and his teacher broke to his father that father-son day wasn't until two months (and three weeks) away, Danny rejoined his place next to his friend on the carpet floor. Their teacher began to start the day when another interruption-though not as dramatic as the first- caught the class's attention.
She had a scowl on her face as she was led to the center of the circle by their teacher, her purple eyes gorging death threats to anyone who dared stared too long.
But Danny couldn't help it. He had always been curious at heart, and this new girl sparked his interest. She didn't dress girly like the other girls-instead decked in purple and black. Even her skirt and backpack had cool spiders and cobweb drawings on them! And girls hated spiders!
"What a weirdo," Paulina whispered to Star behind him, and Danny couldn't help but agree with the two as they giggled. A cool weirdo. Would she play doom fight with him and Tuck at recess?
"Class," the teacher smiled warmly. "We have a new student joining us. Her name is Samantha M-"
"Sam." Everyone gasped when the girl cut her off, blowing back a strand of hair and crossing her arms.
"My name is Sam Manson. Not Samantha. Sam!"
Everyone exploded into chatter about the new girl's daring actions and what punishment awaited. Everyone except Danny, who smiled dreamily at her while she glared back. But he was too happy (and clueless) to notice.
In front of him stood someone who understood. Someone who felt his pains and realized the importance of names. She was his answer, his rescue from this lonely world. An angel from above. Sam. A name like sweet water to his parched throat. Sam. His peanut butter to his jelly.
His heart fluttered in his chest.
Sam and Danny.
A match made in heaven. The perfect combination.
Yes, Danny was in love.
THE END
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