Welcome back! Sorry I haven't been updating this, but, you see, I'm not in high school anymore!

But there are still some fun classes in college, like my University class which I finished - I'm sad, it was fun.

This is the first part of a series of oneshots. It'll be fun, it's based on a project we did.

This will be continued, probably soon, too! I'm having a little trouble with Can of Worms.

Also, can I gripe? I finally finished Raven and only one person reviewed! WTF guys.

J/k, I'm not mad...just a little bummed.

Enjoy!

-Phanny

"Now, all of you will be partnered off with someone you don't know very well - perhaps even someone you don't like very much. You will spend as much time as you can together, and at the end of class tomorrow you will share ten things you learned about each other with the class. Seeing as this is quite simple," Mr. Lancer cast a look at Danny, who sank in his chair, "this is an almost impossible assignment to fail. Now, for pairs…"

Danny thought that a Social Studies class would be about history or something, but no…it was actually about being social! Ugh, he hadn't even suspected that when he signed up for it - nor did he expect Mr. Lancer to be teaching it, but really, why was he surprised? If he didn't know any better, he'd suspect that this school only had two or three teachers in total!

As fate would have it, the infamous 'power trio' of Casper High School was separated, and Danny Sam, and Tucker were paired with Dash, Paulina, and Kwan, respectively. Danny wrung his hands nervously, an obvious 'this is gonna suck' expression on his face. He didn't care whay Dash did, he didn't want to learn anything about him. He knew all he needed to know! He was a pompous jerk who got off on picking on people who were - or, in Danny's (and even Tucker's) case, people he thought were - weaker than him.

Sam felt she knew all she needed to know about Paulina, and vice versa. Sam knew Paulina was a shallow little harpy who thought she was a lot prettier than she truly was, and Paulina knew that Sam was a mean, vicious freak who had some deep psychological problems that resulted in her dressing like a Goth Bride from Planet X.

Tucker wasn't nearly as bummed as his friends obviously were, as he knew from experience that, though Kwan was easily influenced by Dash, when the other jock wasn't around he was essentially harmless. Kwan just thought Tucker was a weirdo.

"All right, spend the rest of the period conversing with your partners, and see if you can set aside some time to spend with each other. This is an exercise in tolerance, I really don't like to go through a semester with a class full of people who hate each other," Lancer continued, "this is a class studying interaction. So…interact."

Danny turned to his partner glumly and decided to keep it simple for Dash's sake.

"Favorite color," Danny got out a piece of paper and began writing things down.

"Red," Dash did the same, looking equally miffed at his misfortune - he had to be nice to this loser, he realized, because his grade pretty much relied on his cooperation, "yours?"

"Blue. Birthday?"

"July 10th, 1996."

"November 23rd, 1996."

"This is boring," Dash finally said. He could have sworn he heard Danny mutter a 'no shit' under his breath, and Danny noticed him write something down.

"What are you writing?" Danny asked suspiciously.

"Swears a lot."

"Hey!"

Sam and Paulina weren't faring much better, as they were determined to keep their interactions as short and to the point as possible.

"Middle name?" Paulina asked, her tone blank and uninterested.

"Victoria," Sam muttered hesitantly. She hated her name. Samantha Victoria Manson - it sounded so…snooty.

"Well that's kinda pretty," Sam hadn't expected that to come out of Paulina's mouth, even if it was under her breath and obviously not really meant to be heard.

"Uncharacteristically nice," Sam said it aloud as she wrote it down.

"I'm always nice!" Paulina said, affronted. Sam started writing again.

"Pathological liar."

"Cut it out!"

Kwan and Tucker weren't having nearly as much trouble, seeing as how they were, for a day or two, once almost sort of friends. They'd never bothered to learn about each other, though. Despite that, their talk wasn't nearly as awkward or entertaining.

The Next Day

Dash was obviously not good at presentations, as his tone was stilted and forced when he and Danny went to the front of the class to present their ten facts about each other. What was worse was that he had a lot to say, as his and Danny's time together was…interesting.

"Things I learned about Danny are: One, his birthday is November 23rd, which is coming up and he forced me to add that he demands sweets. Two, he can't drive."

Danny frowned, "I can too! I drove you to your house yesterday!"

Dash cleared his throat, "he can't drive well. He doesn't like to wait for cars to pass by before he pulls into the street, and he did it really fast and in a terrifying and confusing way that I will forever call pulling a Danny-"

"If I have somewhere to be, I will get there!"

The class was cracking up at this point, and Danny crossed his arms and looked at his feet.

"Three, his eyes are, like, the weirdest shade of blue I've ever seen and he said they aren't contacts. Also, for four, his eyes are like huge so now I'm calling him 'surprised deer face.'"

"Five, he swears a lot."

"I do not!"

"Yes you do!" Tucker shouted from the back.

"Shut the f-I mean…be quiet!" The class let out scandalized 'oh's and Danny blushed.

"Six, his middle name is Noah, but no ark jokes. Seven, he plays piano - he played the Nyan Cat thing, which I hated. And Eight, when you tell him not to do something he does it anyway. I swear to God he was going for like, twenty minutes."

"He sings, too," Sam muttered, and Danny glared at her and stuck his tongue out.

"Oh, well, there's nine. So now I have eleven things, do I get extra credit?" Dash asked Mr. Lancer, who looked very amused with how his little project was going.

"No," he said, "Sam gave that to you, it doesn't count. keep going." Dash frowned.

"Ten, he wants to be an astronaut, and eleven - which I should get extra credit for - he and his little friends are apparently starting a band."

"That rocks," Danny said, "you meant 'starting a band that rocks.'"

"Well, I feel enlightened," Mr. Lancer said after his class gave the obligatory applause. Now, who wants to hear some facts about Mr. Baxter?" There were various shouts of 'yeah!'

"I don't know, he's not very interesting, can I make stuff up?"

"Just read the paper, Danny."

I like the name Victoria. And Noah. I know a lot of people make Danny and Sam's middle names James and Elizabeth but...I don't. It's not canon, so I will not conform. Ha!

A lot of this is based on...well, you all should know by now that I have a very...interesting way of characterizing Danny. From what you read in Chatting to Chat to the first few chapters of this. That's just how I do. That's really what this is for - to embarrass the characters a bit, and to show you how I characterize them. I like to make them silly.

Also, in real life, the whole driving thing does happen, except it's called "Pulling a Ray." I will not ride with him anymore. Oh Ray you so crazy. Also sort of justified if you operate under the belief that Jack taught Danny how to drive.

Stay tuned for facts about Dash!