Cliché
Chapter One: Your Average Introduction to a Story
A/N: PLEASE READ THIS! I just wanted you all to know that i am returning to the realm of Danny Phantom. Hoo boy have I missed this place. Other realms just weren't as comforting... Danny Phantom is the reason i started writing. So i am going to do a revival fic that will respark my interest in Danny Phantom. Though upon reading some fics around this realm... i realized how overdone everything is becoming. My goal is not to be so well... read the title. And be orignal and be funny. Write an entertaing fic that the readers will enjoy reading. I am thrilled you even clicked this and am reading this right now. Story behind this... the main plot hasn't been established, but i think something will come up... things always do when i write. So enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom or related characters, butch hartman and nickelodeon do.
It was the most cliché day one could think of when the subject of romance was brought up.
The sun was setting; it had the most beautiful display of colors, with oranges and yellows meshing within each other. Purples and reds were standing by watching this display of colors as the bright orb of light faded below the horizon. Colorful birds were nestled together in their nests high in the branches or the most colorful of trees. Couples everywhere were just trying to make up excuses for holding each other's hands or just touching each other in the most innocent of ways while sitting cozily upon the surprisingly comfortable park benches. Which in reality weren't very comfortable, but the couples always seemed to ignore the splinters with the blissful presence of their partner. The flowers in the park blossomed with pinks, reds, yellows… and even some new colors that I've never seen before… and as the omniscient narrator, that's saying something. And to top things off, it was the middle of spring…and a Friday night. Now c'mon, don't tell me that this isn't the most romantic moment in history. Everyone in Amity Park was just abuzz with love…and those where weren't 'abuzz' they were at least aware… unless of course you were Danny Fenton.
Even Sam, who casually walked next to him and their friend, Tucker, who wasn't all into mushy, gushy, cliché romance, took notice of the scenery around them.
"Hey Danny, nice night eh?" Sam said trying to start up another conversation after the crew left Nasty Burger.
"Huh? Oh... yea I guess so." Danny replied, completely oblivious to the most obvious beauty surrounding him, scenery and otherwise; once again the group walked home in silence.
"So uh… seen any good movies lately guys?" Tucker asked, "Because I'm in the mood for a good one."
"Why? Not in the mood for a bad movie?" Sam answered with a smirk on her lips.
"That's Not what I mea-" Tucker tried to return but was interrupted by Danny.
"Yeah seriously, why can't we go see a bad movie? Like one in it's 13th week where only 3 people go and watch it..." Danny started…
"…but they don't actually watch it, they just end up throwing popcorn at each other and make sarcastic comments about how cliché everything is in the movie." Sam finished.
This had livened up their walk home a little. Everyone's indifferent, sullen faces and slow, dragging footsteps had now become much more perky and lively. Finally, a conversation that proved how close these friends are. Tucker began to laugh a little bit and said,
"Actually that sounds like a good idea. Good place for us to bond as good friends and have a nice enjoyable evening…"
Everyone stopped at this. He sounded so serious and mature. Was this Tucker, the irresponsible class clown who loved to poke fun at the inevitable romance between his friends?
"…plus it's a safe place for you two to make out…"
"TUCKER!"
…of course it was.
"Seriously dude, why do you insist on making these jokes about kissing and stupid junk like that? Why would Sam want to kiss anyone here?" Danny said, turning around expecting to see Sam agree whole-heartedly with him. Though all he saw was Sam's face awkwardly avoiding eye-contact, and her steel-toed boots shuffling nervously about the concrete sidewalk.
"Uh right Sam?" Danny continued as his expression quickly changed from jovial to a rather befuddled concern. "You wouldn't want to kiss anyone here would you?"
Sam didn't answer besides some more boot-shuffling and nervous perspiration.
"Clueless…" Tucker thought to himself as he usually did, and was about to say 'clueless' as well but was stopped cold by:
"Oh gee… I get it now. The blushing… the awkward silences… everything!! I understand now why everyone keeps calling me clueless!" Danny announced.
"R-really?" Sam shyly said awaiting Danny's acclamation of his observance of her love for him.
"Yes… I have. You…like…TUCKER! Whoa! I never saw it coming… but wow! It finally fell into place, and everyone keeps thinking I'm some sort of moron." Danny shouted to his friends with a proud smile on his face.
"Moron…" Tucker thought as he started walking again.
Sam merely sighs and rolls her eyes and continues on with Tucker, leaving Ghost-Boy behind.
"Oh suuure go ahead and walk with Tucker… I see now." Danny said smiling and waggling his eyebrows as he started back up walking again.
The only response he received was a pitying shake of the head from Sam.
"C'mon Danny, hurry up, let's go see that bad movie we discussed." Sam impatiently said to her friend.
"Bad movie? Which one? There are like… four of them out right now…" Tucker began as he checked some websites on his PDA "two of them in their 9th week… and ooh! This one got a horrible review!" Tucker shouted as Sam and Danny crowded around him to read the small electronic screen.
"Which movie?"
"Wrath of the Hobo IV" Tucker replied to Danny as Sam vividly bombarded him with another question.
"What did the critic say Tucker?"
"Hmm… let's see… 'Despite the colorful character of Maurice the Hobo, and the wonderful narration by Morgan Freeman, the supporting cast had absolutely no talent, and the sound and film quality could maybe pass for atrocious… maybe… As corny as this sounds, 'Wrath of the Hobo IV' could pass as a movie written, directed and played by hoboes.'" Tucker read to his friends.
"Whoa… harsh, does it say anything else?" Danny asked.
"Oh yea, it continues for quite a while."
"How many stars did it get?"
Tucker looked down at his PDA and scrolled down what seemed to be many, many pages worth of horrible reviews until a little diagram with black stars popped on the little screen. Trying to answer Sam's question, Tucker replied:
"It says that it gets half a star out of 4… and it goes on to say that it was a generous review only because Morgan Freeman narrated it."
"Ooh that sounds like a perfect movie to go watch and make fun of!" Sam announced in a jolly tone and began to continue on their path from which they ceased.
"When should we go see it?" Danny asked looking up at the now missing star and faint trails of light that the set sun left. Somewhat disappointed that the day had to end so soon, his face showed it too as his eyes drooped and his lips fell into a minute frown.
Sam, who noticed this, as well as every little thing that Danny did, was curious as to why his sudden placid and uplifted mood came to a screeching halt.
"Danny… is something wrong?" Sam asked walking in front of Tucker and placed her hand on his shoulder, as if to connect with his soul… and find the answer deep down in his heart. To find some mind-enriching problem that only she could solve, that only love could solve… that only her love could solve… and what she got was:
"I'm just sad that the day's almost over… I don't really like the night…" Danny said in and passive tone that completely threw Sam's hopes off.
"Oh… well at least it's nothing serious." Sam chuckled sheepishly as she realized that her hand was no longer resting on Danny's shoulder…rather gripping it as if not wanting to let go… probably because she didn't.
"Uh Sam…" Danny said as he turned his head to eyeball the soft, feminine hand clutching his shoulder, then up to Sam's eyes… which immediately looked away as her hand retreated back to her side. To avoid taunting from Tucker, she turned her head away from her friends to hide the blood rushing to her face.
"Sorry Danny, I just heard that you can establish friendlier environments by making bodily contact with whoever you're talking to." Sam said shakily… trying to come up with something to say…spur of the moment.
Danny, being the naïve, trusting, oblivious teen he is… said his usual it's alright, don't worry about it and continued on the path back to his home… or wherever Tucker was leading them.
Speaking of which, Tucker was now a good block ahead of them, leaning against a tree, playing what was presumably 'Pong' waiting for his friends to catch up to him for them to discuss plans about seeing some sort of horrible movie.
"Well, as much as I'd loooove to stand here in public trying to avoid awkward silences with you Danny, I think Tucker might be waiting for us." Sam chuckled as she started off again on the trail that she had been walking for the past few minutes. Danny laughed along at her familiar and comforting sarcasm and walked along with her to meet up with Tucker who was reading through some show times for 'Wrath of the Hobo IV'.
"So when were we going to go watch this? Later tonight? It'll be less crowded… if you know what I mean…" Tucker said as he waggled his eyebrows for his friends whose eyes will surely fall out any day from excessive rolling.
"Whatever Tucker… well, I suppose later tonight should be okay… I'll do some research and find some good sarcastic comments for the movie. What time should we go?" Danny asked.
"Well… we have an 8:45 showing… a 9:55 showing… and a 11:00 one. How about 11?" Tucker answered shutting off his PDA, twirling it up in the air and smoothly slipping it into his pocket.
"Uh…sure. So I guess I'll go ahead and go home now… any of you want a lift?" Danny said, ducking into a conveniently placed dark alley and quickly converting into his ghostly persona.
"Nah… I think we're fine Danny. So catch ya'll at the theatres at 10:30?" Tucker asked as he began to walk the last few blocks home.
"Sure thing Tuck, I'll see you tonight, ok Danny?" Sam said as she walked across the street and continued down some more streets and sidewalks to her luxurious mansion.
Danny floated up into the dusking night, the stars fighting their way into visible existence. He soared threw the night sky and headed home to prepare for what will sure to be a fun night, enjoying the poor acting and great narrating of 'Wrath of the Hobo IV'
A/N: Alright, what do you think? I like the idea of going to see a bad movie just to make fun of it in an empty theatre. Hopefully the movie title wasn't too 'immature' for those sophisticated readers... but hey it's a cartoon. I would love to hear what you have to say about this.
God Bless,
KITHN