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"Sam? You look like something's eating your leg," Danny stopped short. He turned to look at his best friend and noticed her clenched fists, gritting teeth, and the occasional eye twitch.

"You'll never believe this, guys." Sam gritted her teeth. "I'm wearing pink."

Danny looked at her outfit, the normal mix of dark colors with the splash of purple. No pink in sight. "Why?"

"My mother made me." She replied simply. "I am wearing the brightest pink underwear you have ever seen."

"Sam, I don't want to see your underwear," Danny held up his hands. "But it can't be that bad? I mean, no one is going to see it."

"It itches," she hissed. "And I swear it's burning my skin."

Danny rolled his eyes. "Right."

"Danny, you're just lucky you've never had to wear this dreaded color." Sam pointed out. "When was the last time you wore pink?"

"Um, Easter. In Kindergarten. I think."

"So, like never."

"Exactly!"

"So you don't know my pain!" Sam cried. "You don't know how dreadful this horrible color is!"

"You know what? I'll make a deal with you. I'll wear pink for the rest of the week if you let us have a horror movie film fest at your house." Danny grinned, sticking his hand out.

"Hmm... Seems alright. Deal!" Sam shook Danny's hand tenderly, then more firm.

"Pink."

"All week." The boy grinned. "Pink all week."

{~}

"Dude, do you even own any pink?" Tucker exclaimed over the phone. "I mean, aside from-"

"That's what I'll be wearing," Danny cut off. "All week."

"You'll be wearing those all week?"

"Well, yeah! I always wanted an excuse to wear them, and now I'm wearing them for a horror movie fest!" Danny held the phone with his shoulder, digging through his drawers, looking for that thing he was going to be wearing all week.

"You could have worn them anyway," Tucker pointed out.

"Ah ha!" Danny held up the thing he was looking for. "Found them!"

"And Tuck, this makes things funner."

{~}

"Oh my ghosts."

Danny striked a pose mockingly. "I know right? So sexy."

"I would use something far from sexy to describe those things." Sam replied, staring at the... Stripes. Stripes on Danny's blue jeans. Pink stripes.

Danny was wearing pink striped pants.

"Shhh, Sam! You're offending them..." Danny whispered.

"She didn't mean that. You guys are the sexiest things ever." He purred, rubbing the pants.

"Danny, it looks like you're talking to your balls." Sam hissed.

"I am not talking to my balls. I am talking to these beautiful pants."

Sam rolled her eyes and blew out through her bottom lip, her bangs flying upwards. "This so isn't worth a horror movie marathon."

I might make this longer. More chappies!

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