Danny Phantom (c) Butch Hartman

Story (c) Me

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The sky was dark as midnight approached. All the Fentons, Foleys, and Mansons had decided to go up in the park and watch the fireworks together. The Mansons brought expensive champagne, (the Mansons had a limo they insisted on with a chauffeur as the designated driver) and the Foleys brought sparkling apple cider for the teenagers.

Of course, the three had ended up in their own little corner as they waited for fireworks- not that it surprised any of the adults, as they had been expecting that. Jazz was with them as she read a book, and the adults chattered among themselves as they poured champagne. Maddie dug through her bag she had brought, and smiled.

"Guys, I brought us each a popper. Kids, come over here."

"And get your cider while you're at it!" Mrs. Foley called. The three shared a look, then got up and ran across the small yard or two of grass between the adults and them. Maddie distributed to each of them a popper and Mrs. Foley glasses of cider, the golden drink sparkling in the lantern in the middle the Mansons had, in their usual fashion, insisted on bringing. Jack chuckled as they all took a sip of it.

"Oh no, the kids are drinkin'!" he laughed. There were light chuckles in response, and Danny pretended to fall over from drunkenness.

"Urp. Yes. I'm quite drunk. MORE BOOZE." he said. There were laughs, but Sam kicked his side lightly with her boot. He gave a small 'ow' and pouted. "Oi, geez, I promise I'm not a drunkard. I'll get up now." he said, standing. The three retreated back to their little corner, and Maddie looked at her watch. Ten minutes 'til midnight. She whistled to her their attention.

"'Kay, guys, feel free to open those poppers whenever you feel." she said. They shrugged and opened them. Danny gave a surprised 'ah!' as his made a loud CRACK when it opened. They all snickered a little.

"Hey, I wasn't expecting it to make that much noise!" Danny protested. Jazz rolled her eyes.

"Danny, they're poppers. What did you expect?" she said. Danny shrugged.

"...I don't know..." he paused for a minute at the smell of brief smoke from the thing inside the popper that made the crack, then flipped it over to see what was inside. A flimsy blue paper crown, a yellow noisemaker, and a little pit of paper fell out. He opened the bit of paper.

Inside, it had a 'joke'. 'What happened to the man who couldn't tell the difference between toothpaste and putty? His windows fell out!'

Danny stared at the joke. What...? Sam and Tucker read over his shoulder. Tucker whistled.

"That's officially the lamest joke I've ever seen on a popper. And that's saying something." he said. Danny shrugged and took a sip of his cider.

"Well, I suppose it's not like they can put jokes in like 'what happened to the hooker?'." he said. Sam covered her laugh in a 'pfft' and tried to cover her giggling. This failed as the others looked over.

"What's so funny?" Mr. Manson asked, confused. Sam giggled, then spoke.

"Oh, Danny-boy just made a funny." she said. "He looked at the lame joke on his, then said it's not like they can put jokes in like 'what happened to the hooker?'."

"Sam!" Danny hissed in embarrassment. He didn't desire for any of the parents to hear what he said. But to his surprised, they all laughed. His face was burning a bright red.

"Hah, good one." Jack said. Maddie looked at her watch again, then grinned.

"Guys! One minute 'til midnight!" she said. All murmured a little. Maddie began to count down when it reached ten seconds 'til.

"Ten...Nine...Eight...Seven...Six...Five...Four...Three...Two...One...HAPPY NEW YEAR!" they all shouted. Danny used his noise maker as did others with one, and fireworks in the sky began in a brilliant explosion of yellow sparks that billowed out in a round circle, then faded away with a few streaks of smoke in the sky, the gray hardly noticable against the black sky. As more went off of all colors, red, green, blue, and purple, they watched.

"...So, guys..." Tucker said, getting their attention. "What're your new years resolutions?" he asked. Danny shrugged.

"I don't know. Maybe get more control over duplication. Maybe even tell my parents my secret this year. I'm not sure yet." he murmured, looking back at his parents. His friends shared a look, then Sam said hers.

"Maybe get better at writing poetry. You, Tucker?" she asked. Tucker smirked.

"Earn enough to buy the newest PDA, of course! My Christmas money is already helping with that." he said. The two smiled, then continued watching the fireworks. Tucker looked down at their hands.

Danny's hand was atop Sam's- and neither even noticed. In fact, it looked almost as if they were leaning toward each other- and they were. Tucker said something. "Er, be right back."

"'Kay." they responded. Tucker got up and walked toward his bag craftily, some adults looking over and wondering what he was up to. He stealthily looked through his bag, before feeling what he was looking for. Yes! He pulled it out. A sprig of Mistletoe. Barely fresh, but fresh enough to suffice for the moment. He carefully tip-toed over toward his friends, the rest finally seeing what he was doing and why.

Danny and Sam didn't even expect him to suddenly stick a piece of mistletoe between the two, surprising them. The two then blushed and moved their hands away from each other. "Tucker, what are you doing?" Danny asked, staring at the mistletoe. Tucker wiggled it a little.

"You know what."

"Haha. No." Sam said, the two turning their heads away. Tucker scowled.

"You can't just turn away from mistletoe like that!"

"Sure we can." Danny said. He looked toward his glass of cider. "Oh, be right back." he said, going for the cider. Jack then blocked it from him. Danny looked up. "Dad, what-"

"Not 'til you give Sam a kiss." he said. Danny's face burnt a bright red, as did Sam's. The group began to chant 'kiss her'. Sam stood up shyly and walked over to Danny.

"Danny, they're not gonna stop. Just make it quick and that'll be it." she said. Danny was hesitant, then the two quickly pecked on the lips and pulled back, earning claps and cheers. Danny resisted sighing in content, as did Sam. But neither said a word as they went back, Danny forgetting all about his cider, to just watch the fireworks.

Of course, by next year they kissed without any hesitation.