A/N: Just a little something before we go to the creepy stuff...:)

Rating: K

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom.


61. Fairy Tale

"Alright, how about a that one there, he's your type."

Sam shrugged and didn't look up from her book, annoyed that they wouldn't leave her alone. They had been pestering her the whole day, asking her who she would be with if she were to get a boyfriend. Danny was pulling at her arm, making it impossible to read any further and with an exasperated sigh she complied, looked up and squinted down to where he was pointing.

She saw a tall, spiky haired boy wearing black leather trousers and an equally black t-shirt with a green skull on it. He was wrapped in so many chains she was amazed he was still upright and moving. He waved at her.

"A wannabe," she judged and returned to her book.

They were sitting on the hill, overlooking the park that was filled with people that Saturday afternoon, having a picnic or just laying lazily in the sun like they were. It was the first really warm day of the year and they were making the most of it.

"So... what is your type then?" Danny asked, purposely looking away from her. Tucker grinned.

"Would you guys just quit that? I don't have a 'type' alright. Maybe I don't want to get involved with anyone."

As she was staring at her book, trying to reread the last sentence for the third time, she totally missed the hurt look on Danny's face.

"But," he said, "Surely you want to, you know, get married someday, have kids..." His voice trailed away and he blushed.

"No."

"Come on Sam," Tucker said cheerfully, "Don't you dream of a wedding, in all black in your case, and the man of your dreams kissing you and you'll live in a big house with a dog and a gardener..."

Sam slammed her book shut and got up, glaring at her friends.

"I don't believe in fairy tales," she said and stomped off.