Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom – I never have and I never will, simple as that. All of that amazing creative talent goes to Butch Hartman. Nickelodeon just sucks, I'm sorry (no, I'm not).

Author's Note: Since these are just going to be drabbles, this challenge will be updated sporadically, with no set limit or deadline. They'll generally be one page long or however the hell long I feel like writing something. This challenge is for 25foods, and there are a various array of foods to choose from, so this challenge will be nothing less than interesting. I hope you enjoy, and I hope that you continue to come back for more!

Please, review when you're done! Reviews make me more eager to write, as I'm sure many other authors here would agree.

009: Orange Juice

Rating: PG

Theme: 006. Orange Juice

December 24, 2007

"You know, I think I haven't gotten sick this season since I drink so much orange juice," Danny grinned, feeling proud of himself for once. His ego was suddenly deflated as Sam nearly gagged at how hard she was coughing.

"Shut up," she said before looking down at the bottle of Nyquil in her hands. Pouring two tablespoons worth of that rancid-smelling liquid into the plastic cup, she blocked her nose and took the medicine like she would a shot. She stuck her tongue out in disgust.

"Ugh, that stuff tastes like shit," she grumbled, closing and then tossing the dreaded bottle to the floor. Using the last of her energy, she moved from sitting to lying down against her boyfriend on their couch. "You shouldn't be so close to me, you know, since I could get you sick."

"If I had to choose someone to get a cold from, it'd be you," he said, looking down at her, his hand absentmindedly stroking her hair. He smiled softly at her, receiving a smile in return as she closed her eyes and began to cough again. "Besides, I'm likely to catch it since we do happen to share an apartment."

The sound of painful coughing lingered in the air as she clutched onto him more tightly.

"When you get sick, you get sick, don't you?" he asked, frowning. He didn't like seeing her in pain or discomfort at all, especially when he couldn't do anything about it.

She sighed, "Well, at least I don't live with my parents anymore. I would have the entire medical staff of the hospital loitering in my room. I generally have a pretty good immune system, but I guess we can't all win, can we?" She gave him a sideways hug, "Thank God I have you, huh?"

He smiled down at her, still stroking her hair. "Try drinking some orange juice sometime–" he was cut off with a pinch to his upper thigh, "–ow, ow, ow! That was unnecessary."

"Just be my pillow, don't be a smart-ass," she mumbled in a raspy voice, snuggling up against him in hopes the Nyquil would knock her out.

End Note: So, basically, Sam and I are one in the same. I'm curious as to how I'm managing to write this after taking my very own shot of Nyquil, but whatever. Coughing this much is ridiculous, especially when you have someone (not a boyfriend) chirping happily in the background that he hasn't gotten sick due to the fact that he drinks orange juice every day. Yeah, so? I didn't ask you, and your girlfriend (my roommate) got me sick. I don't care!

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-A