A/N: Thanks for all the support guys! It's nice to be back to fanfic writing, 8D. Just a fun, easy little drabble today- don't worry, longer oneshots will be coming back soon.
JUNIOR YEAR
"Jesus, you guys really like Danny Phantom."
Valerie's head shot up, turning to where Ben stood. He was staring at Danny and Sam's corkboard and tapping one of the newspaper.
"We're from Amity," the girl shrugged. She sat cross-legged on the hardwood floor; her hands rifled through Sam's craft box. She was looking for some markers for their craft project.
"Yeah, I can see that," he murmured, tilting his head. He read the headline of the biggest clipping- "WHAT GHOST UP DOESN'T HAVE TO GO DOWN: DANNY PHANTOM SUCCEEDS AGAIN." Looking down, a pair of DP boxers laid in a pile of dirty laundry.
Ben curled his nose and moved to sit on their bed. It was one of the only notable pieces of furniture in the room: huge, half covered with a thick black comforter, and completely unmade. There was a small dent in the whitewashed walls where the headboard met it.
"Still," he said, noting the glow in the dark stars and plastic spiders decorating the ceiling."I thought Sam would have a freakier room."
Valerie shrugged. It was a fair assumption. She and Ben were still casual, though probably not for long- he had begun asking questions about her that she wasn't ready to answer- but he'd been around here enough to meet her friends.
"She would, if not for Danny."
"Yeah, probably," he laughed. The boy flopped more comfortably on the bed, sprawling across it. He absentmindedly began to count the stars on the ceiling.
"I heard Tyler's trying out for the ultimate frisbee team," he commented. Valerie paused in her search and laughed.
"Tyler? Did he forget he has no hand eye coordination?"
"I know, right? That's what I told him, but I think he's trying to impress Sarah."
Valerie leaned back on her hands, abandoning the ever-growing pile of markers sitting next to her.
Man, she thought, laughing through their friendly gossip, I love college.