"Excuse me miss, are you Samantha Manson?"

The pretty young woman looked up from the book she was studying to see a young freckled teenager standing in front of her with a bouquet of flowers.

"Yes" she said giving the boy a warm smile.

"Well then these are for you." The boy held out the flowers and Sam took them, absently thanking him as she pulled a card from the middle of the bouquet.

To: Samantha Manson

From: Your Secret Admirer

Sam frowned a bit and looked up to ask the kid if he knew who had bought them to find that the kid had already left. She looked back at the flowers. Who would send me flowers? Certainly no one who knows me too well. They were white and pink roses, definitely not her style. Sam Manson was an unusual girl. In High School she had been labeled as a "Goth geek" who had a save the world mentality and who had shunned anything normal or popular. Today as a 21-year-old grad student, she still despised the popularity seekers but had toned down her wardrobe to be a little more conservative. She had even added a little color, but definitely not pink, and while every girl does love getting flowers, Sam was really more of a wildflower type – but back to the matter at hand. Who could have sent them? She didn't recognize the handwriting…hmm…Sam was so caught up in thinking about who it could be that she didn't hear her name being called.

"Sam… Sam, hello… Sam?" She jumped as she felt a hand on her shoulder. Whirling around she looked up into the smiling electric blue eyes of her best friend Danny Fenton also known as Danny Phantom, Amityville's resident half ghost superhero.

"Oh, Hey Danny."

Danny smiled at Sam and quirked an eyebrow. "Why are you holding pink roses?" he asked.

"Some kid just delivered them to me."

"Who are they from?"

"I don't know, it just says secret admirer."

"Ooh, Sam has a secret admirer?" A head popped up behind Danny to look over his shoulder.

"Pink! Are you turning all girly on us?"

Sam glared at her other best friend Tucker Foley.

"Please! Whoever sent these obviously doesn't know me well enough to know that I hate pink and roses," she said.

"Yeah" Danny, who had been frowning, gave a relieved laugh. "Definitely not your thing Sam" he said as he helped Sam pick up her books and bag and the three of them began to walk.

"So, what should we do tonight?" Tucker began, but was interrupted by a blue mist coming from Danny's mouth.

"Oh great" Danny groaned. "Why can't I just have one evening without ghosts?"

Looking around to make sure no one was watching, Danny ran behind the nearest tree as he yelled "going ghost!" Two rings appeared around Danny's waist, traveling away from each other and transforming his jeans and tee shirt into a black fitted jumpsuit with a logo, his jet black hair shockingly white, and his blue eyes turned glowing green.

"All right, I know you're here, so you better show yourself" Danny said with narrowed eyes.

"Beware! For I am the Box Ghost."

"Oh for crying out loud" Danny muttered, rolling his eyes. "Why can't you stay put in the ghost zone where you belong?" he said as he powered up an ectoplasmic blast and released it toward the ghost. The box ghost was propelled backward into a tree as the blast hit him.

"Hey! I will now unleash my army of square warriors who will teach you to fear our right angled power!" The box ghost raised his arms dramatically and a wave of small gift boxes that you might find jewelry in rose in the air behind him. Tucker, who had been searching his bag for the Fenton Thermos, looked up and snickered. "Square warriors? This guy needs a new hobby." The box ghost dropped his arms and immediately hundreds of gift boxes rained down on Sam, Danny, and Tucker. Danny, who couldn't get an aim on the box ghost because he was busy dodging boxes, yelled to Tucker.

"Tucker, where's that thermos!"

"I'm trying man!" Tucker replied as he was buried up to his waist.

Sam rolled her eyes, charged through, hitting boxes left and right, and finally managed to get to Tuckers' bag and find the thermos.

"Danny, catch!" Danny turned and caught it and turned it toward the box ghost who was now shrieking.

"NO, Not the horror of that cylindrical torture chamber!"

Danny flicked the switch, vacuumed the ghost up, and put the cap back on. "Well that's over" he said, smiling at Sam as he placed the thermos into his bag. "So about tonight…"

"Hey guys, a little help over here!" shouted Tucker.

Danny and Sam looked over at their friend who was now buried up to his ears. They then looked at each other and burst out laughing. Danny Phantom changed back into Danny Fenton as they went to rescue him. When Tucker was finally uncovered, the group turned to pick up their stuff and Danny noticed that Sam had dropped her flowers on the ground next to his bag. He reached over and picked them up.

"Sam, here are your…ah…flowers" Danny stammered a bit as he turned with the flowers to find Sam very close to him. He gave her a sheepish grin as he handed her the bouquet. Sam blushed as she realized how it looked with Danny standing in front of her holding out flowers. If only they were from him, she thought.

"Thanks, Danny" she said softly. As she took the flowers from him, she felt a tingling heat surge through her fingers as they brushed against Dannys'. If only...