SUNDAY, FEB. 9th

TRA LA LA LA LA LA LAAA LA LA. (A/N: Insert Troll Song Here...)

The sweet tune filled the air, breaking me away from my sleep. Was that my alarm? But it couldn't be! My alarm was loud and obnoxious. This melody was gentle and soft.

In my confusion, I rolled on to my side to look at my bedside table. Sure enough, my alarm was the source of the harmonic sounds. I smiled softly and pulled myself out of bed. It was Sunday after all, and I had chores. But not before, of course, I visited Romance Central.

A seventh rose occupied the vase, and yellow rose petals had been sprinkled around the doily. A romantic poem was tucked under one corner of the mini locker, and inside the locker was a Danny Phantom doll.

Now I was concerned. Was this some kind of warning? Did they know about Danny? Or did my secret admirer just know that I supported him? The latter was the most likely, so I let myself believe that.

Since I was no longer concerned, I studied the doll. It had real hair, which was nice. His eyes just didn't look right without the glow, and he didn't have his shimmering ghostly aura. But, you companies can't be expected to replicate everything, can they? It was a pretty cute doll, I'll admit that.

So with a smile, I gently placed it beside my new stuffed spider. If you didn't realize, I haven't moved anything from the table. So the vase looked amazing, and all of my gifts were present. Except now that I think about it, my headphones were hooked up to my phone...

Anyway, my not-so-lazy Sunday passed, with me doing the dishes and the laundry for the whole house. I also cleaned my room and all of the bathrooms. But after dinner, I was pleasantly surprised to find Danny sitting on my bed.

"What are you doing here?" I muttered tiredly while I rubbed my eye with my palm.

"I just had to see my princess," he teased. I rolled my eyes.

"Now? I'm tired. I feel like I just ran a marathon," I sighed. I ran my fingers through my hair.

"Yes, now. I wanted to see you, and-" he paused. He lifted himself from the bed and approached me. He grabbed both of my hands and positioned them.

"Danny-" I protested.

"I wanted to dance with you," he finished. He looked into my eyes, those baby blue orbs filled with hope.

"Danny, I'm tired," I repeated and slouched in my position.

"It's okay. I'll lead you through the steps," he assured.

"Danny!" I groaned. Suddenly, he looked like a kicked puppy.

"Okay, okay. If you don't want to-" he turned to leave. I huffed and rubbed my other eye.

"Fine, we can dance," I mumbled. He smiled at me with his adorable lopsided grin.

"Love you, Sam," he taunted.

"Okay, lover boy. Let's get this over with," I murmured. We positioned our hands and started to sway slightly. I rested my head on his shoulder and he laughed.

"Come on, now. You're Sam Manson. You can't be that tired," he joked.

"I cleaned. All. Day," I retorted.

"I'm sorry," he chuckled quietly. He moved his hand to rub circles in my back.

"There's no music," I noticed softly.

"So I see," he nodded. Slowly, violin music drifted through the air. I lifted my head in surprise.

"How did you do that?" I asked. He grinned.

"Magic." The lights dimmed until only the moonlight lit the room. The smell of the roses carried through the air. I sighed contentedly and placed my forehead on Danny's shoulder.

"This is nice," I yawned.

"And you're tired," he whispered laughingly. He bent his knees and scooped me up bridal style. Then he swiftly laid me in my bed and kissed my warm forehead where his shoulder had been. "Night, Sammy."

"Night, Dan." And just like that, I wanted to wake up again.