Danny Phantom 1. Crayon: I Knew Then

_Ohkay, so, because I'm strange, I've decided that I'm going to try my hand at a DannyPhantom challenge. There are 101 words that I must write oneshots to. So, this is gonna be my first ever DP works, and since it's been a while since I've seen the show - darn my father for not buying that channel! D: - things may be wrong and characters may be OOC. Just fair warning. So, the list of words can be found in the challenge named **101 Oneshot Challenge **by **I-luv-Aang-Percy-Danny**._

_Now, to make things work, these oneshots will be scattered all around. Some in AU, some in canon, some when the trio (Danny, Sam, and Tucker) are little kids, when they're the age they are in the show, when they're middle aged, where they're super old. So, it's all just another fair warning. Oh, and there may be OCs to fill spaces I need to be filled. I'll be doing whichever word I get inspiration for, but when I've got nothing, I'll probably go in order._

_So, without further A/Ns from me except this: **I don't own Danny Phantom or anything else you may recognize**, I give you the first oneshot!_

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><p><em>41. Crayon<em>

**_I Knew Then_**

_AU. Sam's POV_

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><p>When I was younger, my two best friends were boys. To be exact, my two best friends were Danny Fenton and Tucker Foley. When we first met, back in kindergarten, we didn't hit it off too well. Tucker loved to stuff his face with meat, I hated - still do, to be honest - how he stuffed his face with meat seeing as I'm a vegetarian, and Danny was completely oblivious to the fact that Tucker and I weren't exactly planning on becoming friends soon. He pushed to bring us together, only because Tucker was the first person who had been nice to him when the two of us - we're neighbors - walked into the classroom. He was totally convinced we were supposed to become best friends because of that.<p>

I can't blame him for it. I've actually grown quite fond of Tuck; we're practically siblings now. But, I was young then. I didn't want to be friends with some guy who stuffed his face with those poor, defenseless animals! So, I refused. I refused to believe Danny's logic, and I ignored every attempt he had done to try and get us to be friends. Tucker did the same. Now, looking back on it, I feel kind of bad for Danny. We put him in the middle. He hated deciding between two people he cares about, still does as a matter of fact.

Eventually, we did become friends. It was kind of reluctant, but I can safely say it was all Danny's fault. _He_ was the one who woke up late, _he _was the one who absolutely _had_ to eat his breakfast in the house rather than eat it on the way, and_ he_ was the reason we were late that day. The class was being grouped into trios by the time we got there, and we were stuck in a group with Tucker. Had we been earlier, this might not have been the case. But _no_, someone had to eat his Lucky Charms at home.

Our assignment was to draw a picture of anything, absolutely anything we wanted, but it had to have the vote from all three of us. It was supposed to help us get along with each other, apparently. Yeah, we didn't really get around to drawing that day. I still remember the arguing, the fighting, the biting - that was all on my part, I'll take the blame - and the screaming "FINE!" that resounded across the room before we were all pulled away for a time-out. When we got back together fifteen minutes later, we were friends. I can't really explain how because I don't really remember. All I remember is that I respected Tuck a bit more now. Most people tend not to argue with the little girl in black and purple.

That was the day our great friendship started. I know people look at us, see how close we are, and think '_Wow, they must've been friends for forever!'_. I guess that's true; it does feel like we've been friends forever. But, we've had our fights. I won't tell you about all of them, seeing as some of them were stupid and petty, but there is one in particular I'd like to share. This one is special, but if I'm going to tell this story, I'll tell it from the beginning.

So, okay, we'd been best friends for a couple years, we were in third grade now, blah blah blah. That's all regular boring stuff. It is very important you know that, though. It was just a regular day, we were coloring pages since it was the day before Spring Break and our teachers didn't want to give us any work. Danny was sitting between Tucker and me, and he leaned over to ask me if he could borrow my bright, sky blue crayon. He had broken his _again_. I don't know what it is, and Tuck doesn't know either, but for some strange reason, Danny's crayons can never make it through a school year. Not even now.

"Sam? Sam, could I borrow your blue crayon? The sky blue one?" he whispered, eyes focused on his paper. The giant white area where blue should be. I rolled my eyes but searched through my crayon box, rolling the crayon he asked for towards him.

"Just give it back when you're done," I mumbled back, coloring the dark green frog jumping over the water.

"'Kay. Thanks, Sam." With that, he smiled at me and started to furiously scribble.

We were all so focused on our coloring that we hadn't realized how much time had passed before our teacher called for us to clean up. She seemed to mess up on her timing, though, since the bell rang just after she'd said it. Suddenly, there were nine-year-olds frantically running around, trying to clean up as fast as possible so as to enjoy the freedom of Spring Break! In all that hurry, Danny forgot to give me my crayon back. To be honest, I forgot all about it, too.

Eventually, though, I remembered it, after it was too late to get it back. That sky blue crayon was my favorite one, which had been no secret back then. It still is, but I also _still_ don't have it back.

"What do you mean, you're moving!" Tucker and I, now ten-years-old and fresh out of the fourth grade, shouted in unison, glaring down our best friend as he stood there. He ducked his head, plopping down on the swing as the two of us stayed put, my hands on my hips and Tucker frowning.

"I mean, I'm moving. To some place," he mumbled, looking awfully pathetic. I pressed my lips together, thinking. With a sigh, my arms fell to my side as I sat down on the swing next to him.

"Why didn't you tell us this sooner?" I asked, turned to him. He meekly lifted his head up to look at me.

"Because I didn't _know _sooner."

"Your parents just told you now?" There was something like exasperation in his eyes, eyebrow raised as he leaned against the pole, the one that was part of the swing.

Danny nodded, awkwardly shuffling his feet beneath the swing. I started to rock, but my feet were firmly planted on the ground.

"When are you leaving?" I questioned after a moment of silence.

The silence reigned again for a while, until Danny muttered, "Next Wednesday."

"Next Wednesday!" Tucker and I both yelled at the same time again, eyes wide.

"Tha-that's only five days away!" Tucker continued, frowning. "We can't fit all of our plans in five days!"

"We need much longer than that!" I agreed, nodding my head fiercely. "Tell them to postpone or something!"

"We can't," Danny pouted. "I asked if I could stay, and they said no, so I asked them if we could stay _longer_, and they said we couldn't because Dad had to get to his new job right away." Jack Fenton, Danny's dad, was part of the company that ran the _hugest_ candy store business ever, _Hershey's_. It was awesome because this meant there was always chocolate in the Fenton house.

"Oh..." The three of us were silent again before Tucker shook his head.

"What, Tuck?" I grumbled, glancing at him out of the corner of my amethyst eyes.

"We're not gonna sit around here moping! There's fun to be had!" With that, he grabbed both of our hands, and we were off to have the best five days of our lives.

That Friday, we spent the entire after running after each other in the park, kicking sand at each other and racing down slides and stairs and across bridges and dangerous lava. Saturday, we spenwere at a water park Danny begged his parents to go to all day. Sunday, we used up the whole day and night to watch movies at my house. Monday was the day we played video games at Tucker's, and Tuesday we spent sleeping over at Danny's with his older sister, Jazz.

Wednesday was the day he was moving, away from Amity Park, California to somewhere near New York, New York. That's all the way on the other side of the country! I didn't want him to leave. I could see Tucker felt that way, too. There were tearful goodbyes, and hugs were given all around. Then, it was just me, Tuck, and Danny.

"Well..." Danny trailed off, looking down at his feet. His hand gripped the handle of his suitcase. Everything else was already cargo on the plane. "I guess I'll be seeing you."

"Here, Danny." Both boys looked at me as I pulled out two, prettily wrapped boxes. I saw Danny's bright blue eyes light up as he took one, the smaller one. He pulled off the top - I was being practical and wrapped the lid separately so it wasn't so hard to open in an airport - and he grinned, though he looked a bit confused.

"It's a webcam," Tucker noted, looking over Danny's shoulder.

"So it is..."

"That means we can chat over video calling, Danny!" I laughed, Tucker joining in as realization dawned in Danny's eyes. He was so slow sometimes.

"Oh! That's awesome, Sam. Thanks!" He gave me a huge hug before tucking the small box into his suitcase. "What about that one?" He pointed to the bigger, yet flatter box.

"Oh, this one's more special." With a raised eyebrow, he took it from my extended hands and removed the top, peering inside. His lips made an 'o' shape as he caught sight of his second gift, from both me and Tuck.

It was a picture frame filled with three pictures. One was from way back in kindergarten, when we became friends as you've learned. The one in the middle was of second grade, when we had a huge water fight. The three of us were all back to back and smiling widely, getting thoroughly soaked by our other friends, both outside the shot and within in the background. The final picture was the most recent one, the one we took while just relaxing in my home theater. Tuck signed on one corner, and I signed on the other opposite his.

Suddenly, Danny had us in a group hug. Tuck and I just hugged back, and I knew we were all secretly burning this moment into our minds. We wouldn't see Danny for a long, long time, if we ever saw him again at all.

"I'll miss you guys," he mumbled into our shoulders.

"We'll miss you, too, Danny." The hug was tightened before we back away from each other, smiling.

There's not much else to it. Danny got on the plane, Tucker and I kept waving until the plane was out of sight even though we knew he couldn't possibly see us, and then we left. That was it. Danny was gone.

...And the jerk _still_ has my sky blue crayon!

But, no worries, I'm not mad at him for stealing my favorite crayon anymore.

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><p><em>Third Person POV<em>

As Sam, now twenty-one, slept peacefully in her bed, the slightly open window let a small breeze in. The papers on her desk fluttered a bit before settling back down. There was one, however, that was held down by a box of crayons.

_Sam,_ it said on the paper.

_I know it's been a couple years since we've seen each other, what with being a bit too busy with our lives to have cross country visits or even talk on video chats anymore. But I wanted to tell you that I really miss you. And to apologize. _

_Apologize for what, you may ask? Like you don't know. I never knew it, and I'm sorry. I really didn't mean to take your favorite crayon when I left! Please don't be mad at me, Sam! So I was gonna make it up to you._

_I remember when you first...ahem...gave me this crayon. I asked if I could borrow it because mine broke (heck, even now, when I try coloring with Jazz's little son, Ethan, I break the crayons. Apparently it's funny to him...) and I needed it to finish my page. You gave it to me and told me to give it back when I was done. Well, I didn't, so I guess I'm just not done with this crayon yet. So, here goes._

The writing wasn't in dark blue ink anymore. It was in a sky blue color, one you could only get with a crayon.

_You are my best friend, Sam Manson, and to be quite honest, I love you. You were my first friend, right when I moved into the house next to yours. We've been through half of our lives together, and I've found I honestly don't like not being with you. So, I'm coming home._

_No, you're not dreaming! Danny Fenton is coming back to Amity Park! And I promise that. I've already sent off Tucker's letter. He'll probably get his a bit before you do. So, I'll see you soon, and we'll catch up, maybe over a movie or something?_

_Love, _

_Danny_

_PS: You're not getting this crayon back until I see you in person, but I'm sure you can hang on with this instead._

There was a small, golden class ring on top of the letter, the word "Sam" engraved within.


	2. Sticker: Best Present Ever

_The second DP oneshot ! Woohoo ~ And I needed to give Danny some space-related obsession, and **Star Wars **it was. I couldn't think of anything else. My brothers are pretty obsessed with it..._

**Still don't own Danny Phantom or any other recognizable things . Yes, that includes Star Wars.**

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><p><em>12. Sticker<em>

**Best Present Ever**

Pre-Danny Phantom years. Third Person POV

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><p>Ahh, yes. Birthdays. No matter what age you are, your birthday is special. A day just for you; it was all about you. You'd be surrounded by friends, family, and best of all, presents! I mean, honestly, who doesn't love presents?<p>

"Danny!" Jazmine, better known as Jazz, Fenton called out from the living room. The seven-year-old redhead was sitting on the couch with a party hat on her head in blue jeans and a cute, white t-shirt with a picture of a black book on it. She was helping her father move the presents from the table in the corner of the room to the floor in the middle of the room, in front of the couch. That is, she was helping him before he left her to get _his_ present for Danny, which he realized he left down in the basement. Ah, poor, predictable Dad.

"Danny, hurry up! It's time to open presents!" Maddie Fenton, both Jazz and Danny's mother, shouted. She quickly cleaned up the kitchen, ridding it of the plates covered in frosting and forks also covered in frosting. Don't worry, the cake was store bought.

Young, adorable Daniel "Danny" Fenton bounded down the stairs with his two friends, Tucker Foley and Samantha - but call her Sam or else she'll bite you - Manson. His ice-blue eyes were wide and almost sparkling with excitement. "Yay, presents!" He cheered, brushing away his black bangs. He was in a dark blue polo shirt and blue jeans. Tucker was wearing green cargo pants and a yellow t-shirt, and Sam was in black jeans and a dark purple t-shirt with a white-colored silhouette of a frog.

As soon as Jazz and Danny's father, Jack Fenton, was back from getting Danny's present out from where he had hidden it in the basement, all six settled down. The three oldest Fentons were seated on the couch while the trio of five-year-olds were on the floor, eyes raking over all the presents. Danny was stuck on which one to open first.

"Here. Open mine first!" Tucker shoved a horribly wrapped present towards his best friend, but Danny didn't mind. Ripping through the wrapping paper, his eyes widened as he took in the sight of the newest toy to be added into his room. It was a little toy rocket!

"Wow, thanks Tuck!" Sending his friend a huge grin, he gently set the toy down next to him. He then took the present Sam picked up and was holding out to him.

"Whoa!" Inside the beautifully wrapped box was a collection of Star Wars movies. Sam smiled brightly, and Danny thanked her over and over again - he was _obsessed_, I swear - before moving on to his parents' gifts. A couple new shirts - honestly, who doesn't get clothes from someone on their birthday? - and a box of candy from Mom and Dad, respectively. Some of his aunts, uncles, and cousins had sent him presents, too, but they were also mostly clothes and candies and money he wasn't even allowed to keep for himself. His mother was going to take it to deposit it into his savings account or something like that. Ah, the monetary life of a five-year-old...

Jazz's present ended up being last, but that didn't bother the older girl. She smiled at her little brother when he grabbed the small, noticeably flatter package. She had gotten that with her own money! Granted, it wasn't much, but she was_ sure_ Danny would love it! Absolutely _positive_!

Okay, maybe not _that _sure...

"Jazz!" Danny's eyes were wide, his mouth open into a cute little 'o' shape. In his hands, he held a thick book of stickers. Not just _any_ stickers, mind you, but stickers of things that were spacey! You know, space related! There was the moon, and stars, and rocket ships, and astronauts, and the planets, and _everything_! Oh yes, Danny was speechless with excitement. These were _so_ going on his wall! All over his walls! All over his _room_!

"Do you like them, Danny?" Jazz asked the little starstruck boy, leaning in to see her brother's expression.

Danny nodded his head fiercely, jumping up to tackle his elder sister with a huge hug. "Yeah! Thanks, Jazzy!"

Jazz laughed at the nickname, patting him on the back. "You're welcome, Danny."

Once all the presents were safe in Danny's room - which he had to be dragged away from; his hands were just _itching_ to get those stickers on his walls and dresser and desk and just _everywhere_ he could put them! - and everyone was back downstairs, they pulled out the board games and began the entertainment, waiting on Tucker's and Sam's parents to come by and pick them up. One of the _Star Wars_ movies was even playing in the background as they played Twister, quite possibly one of the most entertaining games ever invented.

At one moment, Danny had disappeared up into his room, only to come back down, ready to play Twister with a star on his cheek. It was one of the many stickers from the book Jazz had given him.

"Danny, honey, why are you wearing that sticker on your cheek?" Maddie asked, Jack next to her and eating a bit of fudge.

"It's for good luck!" His childish, boyish voice exclaimed, eyes twinkling.

Jazz's face hurt from the giant smile that spread on her face.


	3. Key: Following Italian Tradition

_The third installment of **Danny Phantom: The 101 Oneshots** ! Enjoy ~_

_Seriously? Really? Do we really gotta go through all this again? Sigh. **I don't own Danny Phantom or any other recognizable thing within this story.**_

_Also, I only heard about this tradition through a picture on Deviant Art, so I'm not sure whether or not it's accurate. Sorry about that._

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><p><em>90. Key<em>

**_Following Italian Tradition_**

_Post Phantom Planet. Danny's POV. Maybe Kinda AU._

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><p>Ah, being Danny Phantom had its advantages. The private jet - courtesy of the Mansons; I mean HEL-LO? They're rich! - touched down in Italy, filled with four excited teens and three sets of parents. As we - the Fentons, the Foleys, and the Mansons - disembarked the jet and began to go through the airport, we were bombarded by Danny Phantom fans. Saving the world, remember? But, you're probably not here to hear about that.<p>

You're here to stalk - I mean talk about - me and Sam.

Yes, you guessed it. I'm Danny. Danny Fenton, at the moment. I'm also Danny Phantom, but I'm sure you know that now. I'm pretty sure the whole world knows now. Oh well. That's what I get for saving the world.

Anyway, Sam's leading me through the streets, towards what looks like... a bridge? I've certainly never been to Italy, so I couldn't tell you, but I believe the locals call it the Ponts de Arts? It's by a place called the Lourve, apparently. Eh, I'm crap at geography, but we are _definitely _at a bridge right now.

"Uh, Sam?" I asked, mentally slapping myself. Why am I still nervous? This is Sam Manson, my best friend since, like, _forever_? Plus, she agreed to be my girlfriend now! Hah, I love the sound of that. Sam Manson, my girlfriend. Sam Manson, Danny Fenton's girlfriend. Sam Fenton...

"Yes, Danny?" Her voice broke my train of thought. What a wonderful train of thought it was.. Oh, right! Focus, Fenton.

"What exactly are we doing here?" Sam, who was looking through her purple spider backpack, looked up with a smile on her face.

"Following an Italian tradition I heard about," she replied, shrugging. We stood there - well, actually, she was sitting on the floor with her backpack in her lap, and I was standing next to her - in silence for a while. I could have kept admiring her for hours if she hadn't given off an, "Aha!" and pulled out an old, silver lock. She held it up like it was a trophy before digging through the pocket she had apparently found the lock in for the key. Wow. I wonder what she's gonna do with that.

Sam eventually pulled out the simple, silver key and a couple of Sharpies. "Sam, what are you doing now?" I asked, eyeing the Sharpies warily. She wasn't going to go off and graffiti the walls with "Save the Frogs!" or "Stop Animal Cruelty" or some other saying like that, right? I mean, graffiti's illegal everywhere, isn't it? She can just make a sign... I'd help her make those signs, not that I don't anyway, but... I just lost myself.

"Simple, Danny. We're going to put this lock on the bridge." She clicked the dark red Sharpie pen and drew a heart on it, coloring it in before doing the same on the other side. While she did that, I finally took a look around.

We were on a bridge, yes, but the thing that caught my eye was the fence in front of us. There were small, key-required locks handing from the chain-link wall of metal, all in varying shades of silver and gold and with hearts on them.

"Danny!" Sam snapped her fingers in front of my face, startling me before I could pull my ice-blue eyes away and look at her. "Here," she said, handing me the lock and the sky blue Sharpie. Looking down at it in my hands, I could see where Sam, in a purple sharpie, wrote, "Sam Manson loves Danny Fenton".

I blushed before looking up at her, who was also wearing a blush before grinning at me. I couldn't help it; I gave her a quick peck on the lips before writing on the other side, under the heart just like Sam did, "Danny Fenton loves Sam Manson". Then, I turned it so it was on the skinnier sides and took the black Sharpie from her hands, surprising her, adding "DF" and "SM" with a very messy looking heart in between. She laughed before taking the lock back, doing the same thing on the other, skinny side but with her initials first. Placing the Sharpies down on the bench, she walked towards the fence before unlocking the lock.

"Now what do we do with it?" I came up next to her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her close.

She laughed before replying, "Now, we lock it to the bridge, like this," She pushed the lock closed until a 'click!' was heard. "and then we throw the key into the river!"

"Wait!" I almost shouted, placing my free hand over her raised fist before she could let go of it. I ran over, grabbed the light blue, dark red, and purple Sharpies, and stole the key from her, writing the same thing I did on the skinny side of the lock, "DF" heart "SM". I used all three of the colors, light blue then dark red then purple. Sam laughed before blowing on the key to get the ink to dry. After she pulled back, I went and threw it off the bridge, and we watched it fall into the river. Or, at least, tried to. It was hard to see the small silver key in the glare of the setting sun.

I heard Sam laugh again. "Incredibly cheesy, don't you think?" she chuckled, gesturing to the setting sun.

"Yeah, just a bit." I grinned, pulling her closer with both my arms around her waist, and kissed her.

Ah, being Danny Fenton had its advantages.


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Danny Phantom, Friendship, Romance