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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!

It's been a while, no? Don't worry, I still intend on finishing this series. The last prompts are difficult, but I'll manage.

Enjoy, and please review when you finish! Reviews help me update faster since I know people are actually interested in what I'm writing.

018: Butter

Rating: PG-13

Theme: 008. Butter

March 9, 2009

"Oh wow, the room smells horrible... what the hell did you make?" Sam asked, stepping into her boyfriend's dorm room.

The television was on, and Tucker was already lounging on his own bed with a handheld computer as usual. "Popcorn," the techno geek responded, reaching for the bowl by him and tossing a few pieces into his mouth. "Made a couple bags for the movie whenever this one over here decides whether he's going to continue procrastinating or actually get work done."

"Why does it smell so bad?" she asked, ruffling Danny's hair as she passed by him. He stared at the blank Word document on his screen with a hopeless expression.

"It's the movie butter kind or some nonsense," Danny shrugged, heaving a grand sigh before shutting his laptop. "What's up, Sam?"

The girl in question leapt up easily on Danny's bed that was high up with risers. She suspected Danny had the aid of ghost powers whenever he got up on his bed. She just had athletic skill, which was something that was handy in the most random places nowadays, it seemed.

"Eh, nothing, just bored," she said, crossing her legs, perched on the edge. "I finished my final paper a couple days early and now I'm just coasting until finals."

"Same," Tucker mumbled, eating more popcorn.

Danny, also with popcorn, ate a few kernels before offering the horrid-smelling bag to Sam who politely shook her head in response. She didn't want to eat something that smelled so offensive, even if it was popcorn. After living in a place that had its own movie theater and popcorn maker, she doubted she could ever return to the horrible kind of popcorn that could be purchased in mass quantity at a bulk supplier.

Danny grumbled, letting out another sigh. "I have two final papers, a project, and a lab to still go to. Why do you guys get off so easily?"

Sam and Tucker looked at each other and shrugged. "We pay attention to the syllabus before the day the work is due, so we get ahead?"

He didn't even respond, just heaving yet another sigh.

"Aw," Sam moved to lie on her side, then her stomach to get more comfortable, on his bed. "I can be your motivation to get your work done with time to spare. How about that?" she propositioned, grinning at his reaction. With her lying on her bed like that, just asking for it...

"Oh, ew, is this what I think I'm witnessing?" Tucker rolled his eyes, eating more popcorn. Sam didn't know how he was 'witnessing' anything with his eyes glued on his PDA.

"Shut up, Tucker," Danny hissed at his best friend before turning back to his other best friend in hopes she would continue. "You were saying?"

"With that paper..." she trailed off, reaching out to grab the piece of paper the assignment was written on. "Oh, it's only a three page paper. Danny, you're complaining about nothing–"

"It's not your paper," he sing-songed, making a move to snatch the paper back.

"No, no, I'm not finished yet." She scanned the sheet, a plan formulating in her mind. "How about this... for every page you complete, I'll give you a surprise... like a back rub or a kiss or a–"

"Blow–"

"Shut up, Tucker!"

Danny chuckled lowly, "Yeah, I wouldn't get that even if I finished the–"

"Finish your sentence and you're a fully dead man," Sam glared at Danny. "Do you want my help and motivation or not? Because I don't have to help you, you know. You're a big boy, now–"

"That's what she–"

"Tucker!"

"Shutting up."

"–and you can do your own papers. Am I right or am I wrong in this instance?" she asked, glaring back and forth between the two pig-headed young men. When they remained quiet with small frowns on their faces, she nodded with a huff of breath. "Exactly."

In her triumph, she stuck her hand into the bag of popcorn on Danny's bed and popped a handful into her mouth. Chewing thoughtfully, she was confused over the taste. "It's way too salty," she complained, sticking out her tongue in distaste.

"Well, that's why you won't–"

"I dare you to finish that sentence, Fenton."