Danny Phantom: Anti-Gravity

Chapter Eight: Sleepover!!

All the blood that we're bleeding
Could fill up a broken heart
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Recap:

Tucker: *hugging Danny and petting his hair*

Sam: *walks in* What is going on here?

Tucker: He is too precious for this world. I must protect him.

Sam: *rolls eyes* What did he do this time?

Tucker: *deadly serious expression* He sneezed.

Sam: ...He... Sneezed?

Danny: *has a red nose* Hay fever. I don't know what the big deal is.

Danny: *eyes water*

Danny: *sniffles*

Tucker: Watch! You'll see!!

Danny: *small, high-pitched sneeze that rivals the cuteness of a kitten*

Sam: *melts* Awwwe!

-Five Minutes Later-

Jazz: *walks in*

Sam: *has joined Tucker in hugging Danny and petting his hair*

Jazz: What...?

Sam: *speaks with wide eyes and a blissful expression* He has kitten sneezes.

Jazz: *Nods knowingly* Danny you forgot your hay fever medicine didn't you?"

Danny: *Squished by loving friends* Yes. Send help.

Jazz: Oh no, you dug you're own grave brother.

Danny: *grins* My own grave, huh?

Jazz: *realises words* No-no Danny! That doesn't coun-

Danny: JAZZ MADE A PUN THE WORLD IS ENDING. Also the author would like to dedicate this chapter to pj_percabeth. For reasons why this supporter in particular read the authors Note at the end of the chapter. Expect to see more dedications in the future.

Sam: *slaps Danny upside the head* Don't break the fourth wall!!
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And now the epic continuation:
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Danny was shell shocked. Dash knew his secret. Two people in one day. It was bad because people are finding out way too quickly, it's not so bad because now he had more allies in keeping said secret. Sam had slipped into his room shortly after Mr Lancer left and let him know that Dash had figured it out. A while later Tucker crashed into his room dragging a disgruntled looking Dash behind him. "Blondie freakin knows!?" The bespectacled boy bellowed. Danny winced and covered his ears, it was too early for this crap... Or was it late? He wasn't sure when people stopped referring to the darkness of the new day as night. Sometimes Sam would refer to it a minute past midnight and other times it would still be 'night' a 3am. There seemed to be a pretty hazy line. He gazed at the blonde who'd been dragged in by the skinnier male. Dash was strong enough to pull out of Tuckers grip with enough force, the only one he'd struggle with in that sense was Danny who was stronger due to not being entirely human. With this notion Danny deduced that despite Dash's unhappy expression the quarterback had allowed the tech nerd to bring him over. As if to prove a point he pulled his football jacket sleeve out of Tucker's grip and stood sulkily near the door, but did not leave. It seemed to took slight offence to being called Blondie.

"Tuck, having a meltdown I see." Sam said with a shit eating grin. Seems she'd sent Dash to Tucker knowing full well the boy would panic.

"Oh, no. This is post-panic." Dash grunted. "It took twenty minutes to get to this stage."