Danny Phantom One Shots

I Only Had One Basket for My Eggs-That's Why They're There!

Danny wants a reason for being waitlisted.
Enjoy

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"Dude! I got my letter in the mail today! What about you?" Tucker asked over the phone excitedly. 

"I don't know, I'm on my way home now. My afternoon has been filled with ghosts," Danny said, rolling his eyes at the thought of another afternoon gone due to ghost hunting. "Have you opened it yet?"

"Nah, man, I'm waiting for you. I'll be over in a bit—you better wait for me."

"See you soon, Tuck."

College admission letters had been sent out for the one university that both Tucker and Danny had applied to. Should they have put all their ecto-eggs into one basket? Probably not. But it was the college they had dreamt of attending together since middle school.

Danny soon met Tucker at the front door of Fenton Works, both arriving at the same time. Tucker clutched his letter like his life depended on it—because it kind of did. The two best friends walked inside, and Danny spotted his letter atop the counter in the kitchen. Both boys rushed over with wide eyes and pounding chests.

"I don't think I can open it," whispered Tucker as he stared at the still-sealed envelope in his hands. "What if I was rejected?"

"You? Rejected? As if. You're one of the smartest guys I know."

"Gee, that makes me feel so much better," Tucker sarcastically responded. Without any more hesitation, he ripped open the envelope. Danny followed suit.

Pulling out the piece of paper, Tucker skimmed through the writing, and his face morphed from nervous displeasure to pure excitement. "I got in!"

Danny was silent for a moment as he read through his own admissions letter. "I'm waitlisted?" He said to himself with disbelief. "Why would I be waitlisted?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, man," Tucker tried to comfort, but the excitement for himself made it difficult. "Maybe it was because you almost failed freshman year?"

"Maybe, but I retook classes over the summer to get my GPA back up—I just don't understand why."

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, you're only on a waitlist. It's not like you were rejected."

"I guess you're right," he said, still feeling dejected. Tucker's phone soon rang, and his mother beckoned him home, leaving Danny alone to contemplate what he was supposed to do with his waitlisted future.

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"Call them!" Sam expressed rather loudly as she and Danny sat outside the Nasty Burger.

"I'm not calling anyone," he tried to reason with her.

"Danny, you deserve to go to that school. You've worked harder than everyone these last four years of high school. And that's not even counting all the ghost stuff."

Danny shook his head and twisted a fry between his fingers in thought. "I was only waitlisted, which means I just have to wait for someone to not accept their spot."

"But you aren't the only kid who's waitlisted! See, this is why I hate college. It's so political! And they say you have to put your who—"

"Sam, you're going on another one of your college rants again."

She sighed and lowered her fist, which she hadn't realized she had raised during her speech. "Regardless, give the school a call and see why you weren't accepted right away. It's the least you could do."