Better Man [Danny Phantom.exe (Smut/fluff)]

Chapter 8

Y/n's POV:

It's Friday morning, and I'm that nervous for tonight I might shit myself. I decided to do my makeup and hair myself to save money rather than get it done professionally and spend a couple of hundred buckeroos. I hear noises coming from the kitchen, so I leave my bedroom to see Danny cooking. Since Wednesday, there's been this tension between us and I want it to go away at this point; I can't pinpoint what the tension is. Danny then looks up from what he's doing and smiles at me.

"Ah! Good, you're up; I'm almost finished making breakfast. Would you mind making a tea for me?" He says, One other thing I've learned about Danny recently is that he's not the biggest fan of coffee and prefers tea. So I make Danny's tea, then make myself a coffee and set the table up. Danny finishes making our breakfast and sits down at the table across from me. He's made some strawberry waffles, and they look fantastic.

"Hey, are you nervous about tonight? Because I feel like I might shit myself. I'm that nervous," I say to him with a deadpan expression. He snickers slightly at my remark (Making me hungry now).

"A little, but I think I'm more excited than nervous," he says, smiling at me as I shovel food in my face. I nod in agreement as my mouth is currently jammed. He keeps looking at me with a smile. I swear this boy, if he's planning my murder tonight and that's why he's excited, I'll haunt him and make him shit himself. I mean, can he not be so pretty while plotting it? Damn it. I finish my mouthful before speaking because, you know, manners.

"You know.." I start, "I think the reason I'm nervous is that I get the vibe there's gonna be dancing, and I fucking suck as dancing," I say, scrunching my nose up at the thought of my dancing.

"I mean, surely you're better than me?" Danny says, still smiling. I swear this boy is always smiling at me but looks like a serial killer around others.

"Oh, I highly doubt that," I say, leaning forward on the table. My phone vibrates with an occasional notification; it means one of my friends or family members messaged me. Danny and I both glance at my phone which is on the table.

Arny: Sooooo, how are you and my husband doing?

"Oh, hey! it's Arny!!" Danny says, getting up and moving closer to me. "You should say that I'm missing my small angry husband so much," he says, looking at the phone intently.

"Didn't he only just message you before, though?" I say, confused as to why Arny would ask me how Danny's doing.

"Now that you point it out, he has already asked me how I'm doing, which is a bit odd." He says, still looking at the message but with his face turned to confusion. I decide to respond without questioning Arny's random antics.

Y/N: Yeah, we're good! We've got the ball thing on tonight which is kind of terrifying, but oh well.

Arny: That's good, I hope you guys don't kill each other just yet. I'll see you soon, yeah?

Y/N: Haha... Yet. And yes, see you soon!

"What do you guys mean by seeing you soon?" Danny says, now looking at me; I notice now how close he's sitting to me, barely 5 inches from my face.

"Oh uh... shit, he told me not to tell you, so it's a surprise, but I guess that plan's out of the picture now; he said he'll be in town in 2 days to see us," I inform Danny. Danny starts to smile and pumps a fist in excitement.

"YES!" Jeez, I forget how loud this bitch can be. That's a lie. I hear him playing his games or making his Tik Toks and his Streams all the time; this man has a very loud voice when he wants to.