Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom.

Summary: When one thing leads to another, these fake-out make-outs may not be so fake anymore...

Genuine

It is amazing how quickly things could escalate.

It all started off simple enough. A well-practiced fake-out make-out to scare off some A-listers (apparently loser germs were highly contagious) had begun innocent enough.

But when the yells of the popular crowd faded away and Danny pulled back from Sam, he was suddenly aware just how close her body was to his and how much his lips missed the silky touch of Sam's.

The hot breath in his face; the pulse beating on her flawless neck; the clarity of her eyelashes, her hair, her eyes...

Suddenly, Sam was not the little kindergartener who had offered him a place to sit on the school bus all those years ago. She was not the 7th grader beating the crap out of bullies or even the girl who had rallied the anti-fur protest last year.

She simply was.

And it was enough to stop Danny's whole world.

The halfa forced his body to inhale a raspy half-breath and instantly caught the scent of lilacs. Looking into the other's eyes, Danny did not want to stop, and he saw his own sentiments reflected in those deep violet pools.

His lips met her again, hesitant at first as he tasted the realness behind this kiss, but then when one led to a second and then a third, shyness was thrown to wind in reckless abandon.

It was a perfect moment. Their bodies were partially hidden by the many bushes and trees in the park, so as to almost create a sanctuary for their secret passion. The grass cushioned their bodies as they leaned into another. The trees rustled pleasantly as they stood like stoic guards over this intimate and long-awaited moment. Even the birds had seemed to quiet as if to leave them to their privacy.

It was perfect.

Almost.

Danny was in the process of brushing his lips up against the wildly beating pulse on Sam's neck when he had his first warning. A small sound, barely noticeable sound in a normal situation, but in the quiet of the couple's oasis, it seemed loud and grossly out of place. Or at least it would have been if either of them had been paying attention.

The halfa really did not notice the strange noises until a soft click reached his ears, just as his lips returned to Sam's awaiting mouth.

Three years of ghost hunting under his belt had heightened his senses to unnatural noises since many of his enemies seemed to favor high-tech gadgets and gizmos. The rustles and occasional snapping twig could be ignored, but the click had certainly put the half-ghost on high alert again.

He pulled away quickly from Sam, moving into to a ready crouch.

Sam picked up on his body language and reached towards her boot where she nowadays kept her mini blaster stowed away.

Danny narrowed his eyes, scanning the underbrush. It did not take long for him to pick out the familiar red article of clothing.

"Tucker," Danny groaned.

The triumphant teen stepped out of his hiding place, brandishing his ever present PDA.

"I knew it!" he gloated to his two scowling friends. "I knew it was only a matter of time. Although I admit that I thought it would have happened earlier."

"Tucker Foley," Sam grounded out. "Don't tell me that you were skulking around in the bushes taking pictures of us."

The boy grinned, still waving that blasted piece of technology like it was the 4th of July flag. "Okay, I won't tell you. I'll just let you see them like everyone else when I post them online."

Sam did not even attempt any coherent words as she lunged at Tucker with a feral cry.

The African-American boy jumped away, just out of reach of Sam's grasp. "If you wanted a copy so bad, all you had to do was ask nicely, Sammy," he taunted, his stylus hovering threateningly over the PDA. "How big do you want it? Want a nice poster to hang over your bed?"

"Foley, think of the worst possible punishment ever in your wildest imagination and it won't even be close to what I will do to you if you don't hand over that stupid device," Sam threatened.

Tucker opted to ignore Sam's threat since he seemed much too deliriously happy that he had caught his friends, not just kissing, but full-blown making out. "What about you, dude," he switched to Danny. "Want some wallet-sized pics so you can admire your beau for days on end?"

Tucker waggled his eyebrows playfully at his friend, but his teasing faltered when he caught sight of his half-ghost friend.

Danny—shy, unassuming Danny, the clueless and oblivious one of them all—had murder written in his eyes. It would be bloody, there would be carnage, and Danny would have no regrets.

Tucker swallowed nervously as his two best friends closed ranks on him.

"Can I get a head start?" he pleaded with his a nervous smile.

"Run, Foley," Sam said shortly before she lunged.

Tucker would forever deny the very unmanly, and very terrified scream he let loose that day. His end was everything he had seen in Danny's eyes and more.

To anyone who asked of that day, Tucker would only shiver uncontrollably for a moment before stammering a story filled of nightmarish horrors.

But despite Danny's ghost powers, despite the steel toes of Sam's favorite boots, and despite that fact that Tucker's PDA had been thoroughly and utterly destroyed and its remains scattered to the farthest reaches of the earth...

Despite all odds, one picture of Danny capturing Sam's lips with his own in a undeniable display of affection—one picture had been saved and printed many times over to be distributed to all corners of Amity Park.

And no matter the nightmares and mental scars Tucker claimed to have, he did in the end declare it all worth it.

Yes, this one-shot and the ones to follow will be all exactly 1,000 words. Why? Because I feel like it and I like the challenge. I find these one-shots to be a good source of creative practice :)

Thanks for reading!

~Bluesky21543