A bright, sunny, normal day in Amity Park could only mean one thing: a bad day for Samantha Manson, Sam to anyone without a death wish. It was her senior year of high school and she was having a bad day.
Not that it was unusual, it's like this almost everyday, but it gets worse for a week once every month. Yep, it's that time of the month again. Sam was PMSing, and Danny had no idea what to do.
"Just give it up man, it's like this every month," Tucker tried to console the sulking Danny.
"But I just wish that I could do something," Danny said dejectedly, looking over at the brooding Sam who had her elbows resting on the table and her head resting in her palms. He could practically see the dark aura around her.
"There's not much that you can do when she's in that mood," Tucker told his lifetime friend as he took a bite of his burger.
Danny fiddled with his food, pushing it around his tray as he rested his head on his hand. "I just wish that there was something meaningful that I could do to make her feel better."
"Maybe you should get her some candy," Tucker said, thinking. "I heard that girls go crazy for candy around this time of the month."
A light bulb went off in Danny's head. "I'll be back, Tuck," he said, before rushing out of the cafeteria, Tucker staring after him, confused.
About a half hour later, when lunch was almost over, Danny returned with a bag. "What's in the bag?" Tucker asked, eying his friend. "You know that half the things that you do only put her in an even worse mood."
"This is sure to work," Danny grinned and jogged over to where his female friend and secret crush was. Tucker watched as Danny pulled a box out of the small grocery bag and set it in front of the brooding Sam.
She glanced at it with little concern or interest at first and he watched with fascination as she broke out into a wide grin, a very rare thing this time of the month, and sprung up from her seat, launching herself at Danny.
Tuck watched with wide eyes as she hugged the life out of the halfa before detaching herself from him and grabbing the top off of the thin, square box.
Tuck eyed Danny as he made his way back over to their table, a purple lipstick kiss on his cheek. "How'd you do that?" he asked with awe. And here he thought that Danny had no idea what girls liked.
"One thing, Tuck: stressed equals desserts backwards," Danny said, raising his pointer finger. Tuck nodded and looked back to the no-longer-brooding Sam as she munched on the chocolates in the box.
Just something that I've had for a while and just got around to finishing it. A cute little one-shot with a little DxS. Please review!