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!

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

This one was difficult. Ugh. The original concept had been written for a while, but I had to work in the actual food. Such insignificant food that has to be focused on in a bigger scale... hard!

ONE LEFT, GUYS. FINALLY.

024: Salad Dressing

Rating: G

Theme: 010. Salad Dressing

May 28, 2009

Sam wistfully looked out the window, wishing she was somewhere, anywhere but where she was. This was the feeling she normally had whenever in school; she did well, got amazing grades, but she felt like she could be doing something more, helping people, or just... not wasting her time in her math class. Math was pointless.

Sitting in fourth period class, she almost felt the cliché coming on as she hesitated to watch the clock, the seconds-hand inching closer and closer to its predestined time. Senior year forced the trio of friends–her, Danny, and Tucker–into different schedules that pushed them further apart from one another. It's not like they didn't spend time together outside of school, and it wasn't like she wasn't dating one of them, either. Even so, after being together kept her sane and on her toes... without them around to cheer her out of her gloom, she was just Madame Happiness all around. You could see the storm cloud above her head if you looked close enough.

Sleepiness clouded her senses, as it had all day long up to this point, and all she wanted at this exact moment in time was to go to bed. Mondays were the worst, especially after a long, eventful weekend. Ghost sightings here, ghost brawls there, the occasional duck-and-cover; those things were everyday occurrences now, and she grew accustomed to the excitement of her day-to-day life. There was supposed to be a date thrown in there, as well, but she didn't need those things to keep her content (but she wouldn't hold her breath on them occurring, either–something always came up to pull him away, as was life).

The boring days, the schools days, were the ones that took a toll on her the most; she could always think of somewhere she'd rather be, something she'd rather be doing, someone she'd rather be with… and that's exactly where her mind was right now.

She looked down at the piece of paper on her desk with a bored expression, her pencil tracing over a previously drawn picture she was all too familiar drawing. Damn that emblem.

Sam couldn't help it, she was like one of those girls she overheard gushing about their boyfriends and how amazing their lives were together... even if she was less vocal about it. The internal monologue was enough to set her straight; she wouldn't want anyone to hear her out-of-character gushing. That was what her journal was for, anyway; no one needed to read that shit but her.

When the bell rang, she was extremely grateful for the scene change.

Stuffing her books into her locker after rushing out of the classroom, she dragged herself to the cafeteria. Looking around to spot her boyfriend and her best friend, who always managed to get there before she did and grab their usual table, she spotted them and headed over.

If there was one thing you could count on Danny for were the little things; granted, Tucker would playfully make a gagging noise and roll his eyes, but they knew he supported them.

She received a chaste kiss on her cheek as she sat down, figuring that could go up and get her salad when she line calmed down. That was her plan, until she noticed that Danny had an extra salad on his tray that was pushed over to her.

"Here."

Taken back by the gesture, she smiled, "Thanks, Danny."

In an unladylike manner, she ripped the packet of salad dressing with her teeth (which evoked a laugh from Tucker who was scarfing down some unidentifiable meat product), and squeezed the contents onto her salad.

Hell, even if she didn't know where she would be ten minutes, ten hours, ten weeks, or ten years from now... she knew that she would have Danny to take care of the little things. Whether they were together or apart, they were in each other's thoughts. She would always be on the ball, sure, but he was the guardrail she held onto. That was all that mattered to her.