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Wow, I wrote this quite some time ago and forgot all about it. So. Just a random thing for fun.
This is post Phantom Planet, and Danny and Sam are about sixteen and have been dating since the end of season three...
“So, Danny, how do you feel being the ‘sexiest guy alive’?” Sam said between fits of laughter.
Danny ran his hands through his hair. “Oh, geez. Let’s forget about that, please. Do you realize how creepy it is having hoards of fangirls stalking you?”
“It could be worse,” Sam pointed out. “You could have hoards of fanboys stalking you.”
Danny shuddered. “I think Dash is a fanboy. He’s obsessed with me. Ever since he found out I was Phantom, he’s been trying to be my best friend. Like I want to be friends with the guy who regularly shoved me into lockers for amusement.”
“Eh, he just idolizes you,” Sam rolled over and lay next to Danny. “Should I worry that you’re going to fall in love with one of those starry eyed fans and dump me?”
“Aw, Sam,” Danny sat up and pulled her up with him. “You don’t think that low of me, do you?”
“I don’t know,” Sam considered mockingly. “You always were in love with Paullina, and she is your number one supporter—“
Sam didn’t finish the sentence, however, because Danny chose that moment to crash his lips down on hers.
Even though this wasn’t their first kiss—to the contrary, they had probably kissed so much to make up for those years of denial—Sam couldn’t help sighing in ecstasy. His hand ran down her arms and ended up at her waist, pulling her closer to him. He heard her sigh and part her lips, but before they could do anything else, and door slammed and the jumped up in horror, and Danny turned around and saw himself face-to-face with Mr. and Mrs. Manson, her father raising his eyebrows in disinterest and her mother wide eyed in horror.
“Samantha!” Pamela shrieked in horror. Then she turned to Danny and started screaming, “Get out of here—“
“Now, Pamela, be reasonable,” Jeremy grabbed her shoulder and tried to calm his wife. “Danny, would you care to talk to me in the study…”
“Excuse me,” Sam grabbed Danny protectively. “I don’t need you lecturing Danny! He didn’t do anything!”
“Didn’t do anything!” Pamela ranted. “Come with me right now young lady, I think I need to have chat with you!” Sam was involuntarily yanked away and dragged away by her panic-struck mother. “Just go invisible, Danny, you don’t have to do anything!”
How much I would love to do that right now, Danny mused. However, he knew that it would probably be in his best interest to stay—he really didn’t need Sam’s parents mad at him.
Too late, he thought sardonically. I’m sure that Sam’s dad really enjoyed the sight of me about to stick my tongue down his daughter’s throat…
“Heh,” Danny put his hand behind his neck awkwardly. “Um, sorry…”
Jeremy merely turned around and said curtly, “Follow me.”
I’m so screwed.
Danny followed him in resignation, preparing himself for the inevitable restraining order. Not that the town could really enforce that, and he was sure Sam would break them down eventually, but it would be so much simpler if his girlfriend’s parents at least partially liked him…the saving the whole world helped and all, but Danny guessed that he just cancelled that out…
Danny was led into a part of the house he had never been before, but that didn’t surprise him. Though the house looked deceptively middle-class from the outside, the inside was a mansion. Sometimes Danny felt like he was in one of those places where the inside was bigger than the outside. He wouldn’t have doubted it. They were rich enough for that.
The study was dark, but cozy enough, with a fire and a couple of worn in couches. The desk was piled with papers and Danny suspected that Mrs. Manson didn’t go in the study much. Stacks of old books lined the bookshelves that outlined the walls, and Jeremy sat down in the giant chair in front of the desk.
“Please sit down, Danny,” he indicated to one of the seats facing him.
Danny gulped.
Jeremy sighed in parental worry and Danny started to imagine the fates before him. At the very least, it would be a restraining order and a ghost shield around Sam’s room. But who knows? For all he knew, Sam’s dad could flip out on him, pull out a painful ghost weapon, and shoot till he was a bubbling liquidly mess of green ectoplasm.
It was slightly sad that one of the most powerful ghosts was terrified to death of his girlfriend’s dad.
“Listen, Danny,” Jeremy started. “I like you.”
Danny’s thoughts halted to a stop. What the h—
“You’re a good kid, and everyone is forever debted to your amazing save of the world. I know that our families haven’t gotten along much, but I know that Sam loves you and you’ve always been a great friend to her.”
OK, is Nocturn back?
“But you’re a teenage boy. And I was a teenage boy once. I know how it feels.”
Oh, no. Déjà vu. This was starting to sound a little too familiar.
“So I’d like to talk to you about you and Samantha’s, uh, physical life…”
Danny’s eyes widened. “Uh, that isn’t necessary!” he added hastily. “My dad gave me that talk already, so, yeah—“
“Yes, but I want to talk to you about Sam,” Jeremy said firmly.
For the first time in his life, Danny prayed for a ghost attack.
Sadly, none came.
“I was impressed to hear that you gave her a ring, that gave me hope in your standards,” Jeremy continued. “Many boys today don’t have the least bit of chivalry and I was glad Sam was dating you instead of one of those horrific gothic boys.”
Danny shuddered at the thought of Sam going out with one of those guys. The thought of Sam going out with anyone other than him, however, never really did go well in his mind.
“But you and Sam have gotten awfully close, so I understand that it feels natural to go to the next step…”
Danny’s cheeks turned a bright shade of crimson. “Mr. Manson, I swear, nothing like that has happened—“
Jeremy held up his hands to stop his babbling. “Yes, but don’t tell me you haven’t thought of it. I won’t buy it.”
Danny really had nothing to say to that.
“But,” his voice turned from friendly to extremely stern and overprotective. “You and Sam are only sixteen. Sixteen! I know that you two have been dating for quite some time, but you two are much too young, and if I find that you get Samantha pregnant, you will have to—“
Good thing that the study was private. With the hoards of paparazzi stalking him everywhere, God knows what they would write in the tabloids when they saw his usually pale skin completely tinged red. “I won’t get Sam pregnant! Nothing like that has happened!”
And to think that he originally believed that his father-son chat with his dad was the worst it could get…
“So get this,” his voice completely devoid of the earlier conversational tone he had held, “I know that teenage boys have…desires, and I’m sure Sam wouldn’t object, but if I find that you have been doing anything other than kissing her, you will find yourself in a serious case of statutory rape. Hands off the neck down until you are in wedlock!”
“Yes, sir,” Danny said swiftly, desperate to end the conversation and head home. “Hands off the neck down. Got it.”
“And you are not to fly in Sam’s room without making sure we are aware you are there!” Jeremy scowled. “If I find out that you do that again, do not doubt that a ghost shield will be there the next day…”
“Yes, I promise I will not do anything that you would disagree with. Oh, look at the time! I’m gonna miss curfew. Nice talking to you.” Then he rushed out before Sam’s dad could object.
It was halfway home before Danny’s face changed back into a normal color. It could have been worse, Danny reminded himself. He could have started talking about condoms and birth control.
His cellphone rang, and the familiar voice of Sam filled his ear. “Danny! I am so sorry! If it’s any consolation, my mom dragged me off to give me a lecture too. He didn’t put the restraining order back on, did he?”
“No, he didn’t. However, I doubt that your conversation was as bad as mine,” Danny said dryly. “I think that I’d rather face down Pariah Dark than go through that again…”
“Oh, trust me,” Sam assured him. “My conversation was as bad as yours, or perhaps worse.”
“No matter,” Danny sighed. “At least its over with…”
At the time, I was planning to do a sequel with Sam's version of the story, but I don't know now. Well, maybe if I ever get inspired to.
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Love, PhantomsAngel