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 25(underscore)foods, 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.

010: Lime

Rating: PG-13

Theme: 019. Lime(s)

January 5, 2008

Cans littered his work area, whether they were energy drinks or cans of soda. No matter where they were, they were clutter. If he even dared to count them, they would–most likely–be in the twenties. He didn't even have the energy to count them all.

Sitting at his desk, he mindlessly searched the internet for articles that could help him with his paper. He could fly, shoot beams of ectoplasmic energy from his hands, and freeze objects with his touch, but no, he couldn't escape the dreaded end of semester paper-o-fun. Click, click, click... Wikipedia didn't count as a source, he had to get off of it... click, click, click. With a long, aggravated sigh, he took a long swig of his soda.

The paper wasn't due for another few days, but at Sam's insistence, he figured he should listen for once and put a good dent in his paper–before midnight the night before it was due. He had a knack of procrastinating, and if it weren't for Sam... and his stash of caffeine... he would be down for the count, that's for sure. He continued to click through his computer, and due to the fact he was getting nowhere fast, especially with his attention span, he found himself on different social networking sites–solely for the entertainment value of seeing the drunken messes his former high school classmates had become in college. After he got bored of that, he clicked the bookmark to check his e-mail. Of course, there was nothing interesting in his inbox. Fucking spam–who in their right mind would be that bored to create spam and flood it out to the masses?

He took another pull of his soda after a heavy sigh. As he realized it was near the bottom of the can, he got up to grab another one from the mini-fridge on the opposite side of his dorm room. Just as he was about to make it over to the fridge, there was a knock at his door. After checking through the eye-hole, even though he knew who it was solely by the knock, he swung the door open and turned back to his business of getting his soda.

"I shouldn't be surprised that you're up this late trying to do your homework, but..." her eyes flickered over to his desk due to the shininess gleaming at her, "...Danny, how many of those have you had?"

Shutting the fridge with a soft thud, he stood at full height. Throwing her a look, he rolled his eyes, "There's no alcohol in them, ma'am, I'm completely sober."

"Though you must be absolutely wired on caffeine," she chuckled, shutting the door behind her. "You have," she paused to count, "three Rockstars, which I really hope you haven't had all today, and," she paused again, "twelve cans of Diet Coke with Lime? Do you even like Diet Coke, much less, with lime?"

"I didn't think I did, but they're scarily addictive, okay? And quite refreshing," he replied, nearly sticking out his tongue with the look on his face, opening the fresh can in his hands. "They help with this stupid paper," he grumbled, walking back over to his desk and slumping down into his chair. He watched her as she hopped up onto his bed and laid down on her stomach so she could face him.

"To each his own," she mumbled, surveying his desk once again. "How far have you gotten?"

"Facebook, maybe?"

"Danny! You haven't even started?" she frowned, leaning forward to try and glance at his computer screen. What she saw made her roll her eyes, "Sexy babe playing with–"

"Spam, spam, spam, spam, spam," he chanted, trying to delete them in his inbox.

"No, no, no, wait," she laughed, moving closer to his desk to get a better look at the subject headers. "Lustful horny housewife pleased by horny macho? What the hell does that even mean? Half of the words aren't even spelled right, either."

"It's spam!"

"Obviously," she grinned. "You don't need to look at porn. You must've signed up for something that sent your e-mail out to different..." her eyes scrolled down the subjects, "I know just as well as you do that you don't need Viagra or anything to make your–"

"Okay," he clicked out of the window and closed his laptop. "No more of that!"

Before getting up onto his bed with her, he walked to the edge of the room and flicked the lights off. The mattress bounced as he hopped onto his bed and she chuckled at the erratic movement. Without hesitation, he laid down, pulling her into his arms. Aggravated by his desk light still being on, he reached over his head to turn it off; however, instead of hitting the light, he wound up hitting the pyramid of cans he had made on his desk and sent them all, very loudly, to the floor. He groaned, burying his face into the crook of Sam's neck. With one swift movement, she reached over and turned off the light.

End Note: So, basically, Danny's situation is my situation. I am addicted to caffeine, I'm sure, and my poison of choice is Diet Coke with Lime. I'm drinking one even right now as I write this. It's my creative fuel that's gotten me through many projects, and I am grateful for it. Even though I would love to sleep now. I tend to knock over the cans, too, but I don't make pyramids out of them. They're generally full (or close to it) and I knock them on my keyboard. I've lost a laptop that way in the past, sadly. Also, those spam subjects I wrote? Actual e-mails I've been getting, I had to look in my deleted folder to catch a few. They're ridiculous, and they won't go away! They're aggravating! And they don't even spell words correctly, dammit!

Anyways, happy reviewing!

-A