The time was now. The time was upon him. He could do this. It was easy. She was, after all, just a girl. A really pretty, really smart, really nice girl. His palms got sweaty again and he turned around, heading down the hallway, toward the water fountain, where his best friend was waiting. Danny looked at Tucker's face as he approached, girl-less.

"Dude, she won't bite." Tucker exclaimed, then stopped. "Well . . . It's Sam, so it's very possible she would bite you, but I'm pretty sure she won't bite you."

"Pretty sure?" Danny asked, rubbing his hands on his jeans, feeling the sweat through the thin fabric.

"Totally sure." Tucker assured Danny, at the same time assuring himself.

"You're lying!" Danny gasped, wrapping his arms around himself.

"I'm not!" Tucker argued, although he knew arguing with a Danny Fenton (any Fenton if you wanted to get into specifics) was pointless.

"Okay, so let's say for arguments sake, she doesn't bite me, she could do a lot worse."

Tucker found truth in his insane friend's words. "True, Sam could kill you without a single thought."

"Kill?" Danny shrieked, this thought having not occured to him yet. "I meant she could turn me down!"

"You think that's worse than dying?" Tucker asked, frowing.

"One, I'm already half dead. Two, you know what it's like to be shot down, it's like actually getting shot!"

"That's a low blow." Tucker growled, trying to get his mind off many painful Valerie experiences.

"Maybe, but it's true."

"So . . . what are you going to do now?" Tucker asked.

"Not ask." Danny answered, as though it were the simpliest thing in the world.

"You've been not asking for about two years." Tucker pointed out.

"Then another two years won't hurt a thing." Danny answered confidently, half running away from the goth girl, who still stood, oblivious, at her locker.

Just a fun little drabble. Review please. I don't own Danny Phantom. Don't be afraid to ask questions.

~DI4MGZ~