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!

Wow, I'm really sorry I haven't updated this in forever and a day... I've fallen out of the fandom slightly, due to Avatar: The Last Airbender, but I feel like pulling myself back in, at least to finish the challenges I've started and the stories I've started. You'll be seeing a lot more of me since it's the summer!

And I just basically drove to a Burger King 'cause I was starving and had a craving for French Fries. So sue me! ;)

Enjoy, and please review when you finish!

014: French Fries

Rating: PG

Theme: 023. French Fries

June 1, 2008

"You just drove, on a whim, to go get french fries?" he asked, sizing her up, noticing she was holding a bag from the Nasty Burger in her hand. Every so often she would reach in and pull a fry out and eat it. He watched with jealous eyes.

"Yeah, what's wrong with that?" She glanced down at her bag, then back up at his hungry eyes.

"You, a health-conscious individual who frowns on major fast food corporations, drove, on a whim, to go get french fries?"

"I had a craving for them, so sue me," she shrugged, rolling her eyes as she popped a fry into her mouth. "I don't understand why you're making such a big deal out of this."

"Because! You're being hypocritical," he exclaimed, looking at her like she was insane. She was always the one who told him what was right and wrong, what he should do to help the environment, and he listened to her. Plus, he wanted those french fries and dammit he would get one. "You're also throwing me off!"

"Throwing you off? What am I, your moral dictionary?" she smirked, raising an eyebrow.

"Uh, basically, yes," he shot back, giving her a look. Then, realizing how ridiculous he was being, shrugged, "Nevermind, I don't know why I was so shocked. Can I have a fry?"

"No."

"No? Why the hell not?" Danny frowned, furrowing his eyebrows at her.

"You, as Tucker would say, 'hated' on my french fries since I decided to go buy some."

"You could've gotten someone to get them for you or even made them yourself. Hell, I would've gone out and gotten them for you if you didn't hate people waiting on you so much." He tried reaching for a fry, but she swatted his hand away.

"Excuse you," she pseudo-glared at him, pulling the french fries even further out of reach from him. "I felt like leaving the house, and I wanted to have something salty, greasy, and fattening. Do I have to check in with you, Dad, before I do everything?"

He sighed. "No, you don't. It's just out of character for you, I guess."

"Eating french fries is out of character? Eating meat would be out of character, Danny. I haven't done that, yet, have I?"

"Yet?"

"You're reading too much into everything I say," she dead-panned.

"Can I–"

"No."

"But–"

"I said 'no'!"

He grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest with a huff. "Fine."

Pause.

"Can I have one now?" he asked cheekily, grinning at her.

"Danny."

"What? What's a single fry going to do? Donate to the needy, woman!"

Sighing, she thrust the entire carton of fries in his direction. "You know what? I don't want them anymore. Have them, by all means."

The look of glee on his face broke her unhappy expression and she just rolled her eyes at him. "You are such a kid sometimes, I hope you know that."

"I just wanted french fries," he replied, his mouth now full. "I knew I loved you for a reason."

"Because I feed you?" she smirked, giving him a dry look. "Oh, you're such a romantic. And don't speak with your mouth full, that's disgusting."

"Yes, Mom."

"No, you know what? I was trying to be nice," she began, then swiped the french fries out of his grasp, "but you don't deserve these. I paid for them, and they're mine. You still owe me for me buying you lunch yesterday. Buy your own!"

"Hey! Indian giver!"

"Blah," she ate a fry, "blah, blah."

He pouted for a good minute before she rolled her eyes and stuck a fry in his mouth.

"You big baby."

"Thank you!"