Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaay! I FINISHED IT! WOOHOO! And I think I'm actually happy with it. XDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

I'm very excited. XD Like the Sailor Moon picture, this one went through all sorts of funky changes and alterations. The major one is the flipping of the picture. I liked it better this way though. I also changed the way the cape looked because ~SnikkiPikkins and Bryan said it looked fake and weird before. I have to admit this is much better.

It took me forever to decide how to shade this stupid thing, but I'm glad I finally decided to do it like this because it turned out quite nicely. I'm really pleased with the background too. I can't believe I actually did a decent background! XDDDDDDDDDDDDDd I also gave them coloured highlights which makes me very amused and I think it turned out nice. It gave the picture a little bit of needed colour.

Okay. Yeah. I'm done. OH WAIT. THE BLURB.

OKAY, READ THE BLURB, BECAUSE I WROTE IT TO GO WITH THIS> OMSDGHIODSHGIOPDHFODSjofwhfyds!!!!!!1 gdl;avcxz, :ED YAY!

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“Danny, give that back right now!” Sam shouted, bolting after the dark-haired boy, who was laughing mischievously. She knew exactly the amusement she would see twinkling in his eyes if she could see into them. “Danny, I swear, if I catch you—!” This only proved to make Danny laugh even more. Jerk.

Contrary to Sam’s stormy mood, the weather in Amity Park was currently some of the best they’d had in months. It was late spring and just getting hot enough to make a day at the beach more than enjoyable. Sam, Tucker, and Danny had taken it upon themselves to take full advantage of the beautiful weather, and so that’s where they were, soaking up the sun and lazing about in the surf, along with what seemed to be half the population of Amity Park. They had all been enjoying themselves thoroughly, at least, up until the point when Danny had stolen her cape.

Somewhere off beyond her vision she heard Tucker shout, “You go, Danny!” And she scowled sourly. Traitor. They were both jerks.

“Danny, give it back!” she shouted, her frustration beginning to work its way to the surface. She put on a burst of speed and began to get closer to the boy who was soon to become her former best friend if he didn’t give her back her cape right this instant. She gained on him, much to his surprise, and before he could dodge away from her, she grabbed onto his swim trunks and held on tight. Danny skidded to a stop, having no desire to find himself running around on the beach in his birthday suit, but continued holding her wadded up cape in his fist, high above her head. Even with this slight set back, the grin never left his lips. Sam moved her grip to his unoccupied wrist and moved around to face him, glaring up at him. He had gotten tall, very tall, in the last year or so, and whereas she could have easily looked him in the eye before, now she had to strain to look at his chin. It was really a pain. It made him a lot harder to threaten. “Danny, give me back my cape, now,” she ordered, her voice low and dangerous.

Danny’s mouth merely twitched, his quirky grin widening. “Aw, Sam, what fun is that? Some sun will be good for you.” She growled in response and heard him stifle a snicker.

“Daniel Fenton, if you don’t give it back to me right now—”

“You’ll what?” he said, and the amusement that was thick in his voice made her blood boil. This wasn’t fair. “Come on, Sam, give it up. Just let the cape go,” he said, his voice honeyed and convincing. Oh no. He wasn’t going to try that crap on HER. It may work on other girls and…well, other people in general, but it would NOT work on her.

She growled again and barked furiously, “Danny!” The smile that was spread across his face, however, was one of the ones she had the most trouble with. It was warm, friendly, and held just an inkling of amusement locked up in his eyes. That smile had disarmed her many times. She hated it, and yet loved it more than anything she had ever seen. Stupid, manipulative, jerk. The light in his eyes seemed to brighten as he looked at her; he realized he was winning. Sam grit her teeth and scowled. ‘Not this time, Danny,’ she thought grimly. “Give it back!” she snapped, and reached upward with her free hand, using the one on his arm for support.

His eyes widened and he laughed, stretching his arm further above her head. “Don’t kid yourself Sam, you can’t reach it.”

She turned her gaze to his, her icy purple eyes boring into him. “You want to bet?” She pressed up against him, stretching, reaching up on her tip toes, her fingers reaching for just a corner of the fabric. She was so close…! And then something happened that made her stop in her tracks, freezing in place. Danny let out a shuddering breath, the warm air washing over her cheeks and forehead, and she could feel the movement of it all the way down her front. Her eyes widened and she looked up, her eyes catching Danny’s which were just as wide as her own and they simply stared at one another, stock-still.
Any rational thoughts, or thoughts of her cape, had been completely shut off in Sam. She had been close to Danny before, of course, but never like—well, aside from the fake-out make-outs, but—he was so absurdly close, his slightly open mouth nary an inch away from her own and the bare skin of his chest pressed up against her, as she tried vainly to reach her now forgotten cape.

Danny swallowed, licking his lips, and again, Sam could feel the movement of his muscles against her stomach. She wasn’t sure which made her crazier, his now wet lips directly in her vision, or the feeling of their bodies so close together.

“Hmmmm…now this is a compromising position if I ever saw one. Do you think you guys could stay like that for another coupla minutes while I go get my camera?”

Simultaneously, a furious rush of blood gathered in both Sam and Danny’s faces and they practically leapt away from one another, Sam promptly hurling herself at Tucker, and shoving her fist under his nose. Which was not nearly as difficult as it would have been with Danny, height-wise. “SHUT UP TUCKER, YOU JERK!” she shouted, her face burning. Everyone on the beach had seen them like that—smushed together! She was never going to live this down. Tucker wouldn’t let her.

“Yeah—uh—shut up, Tuck,” Danny added, but his voice lacked the necessary force to convince anyone. His face was still scarlet as well, and he had taken on a very distracted quality, the cape still clutched in one hand, now hanging limply at his side.

Sam, noting this, snatched it away from him, sure to remain several feet away. That had been WAY too close. She threw the cape over her shoulders, flipping up the hood in one fluid movement and glared at Danny from beneath it. “Stay away from me, okay, Danny?” she said harshly.

He seemed to snap back to the present a little and a flash of hurt flickered across his face before it was gone and he forced a little grin. “Sure, whatever you say, Sam.”

She turned with a dramatic swish of her cape and began stomping back towards their little camp of beach towels and Danny’s father’s orange and black umbrella, emblazoned with grinning pictures of himself. She had let him get too close. He had gotten to her. If she let him do that again, she might wind up letting him know things she would really rather he didn’t know. Like that she might possibly have some feelings for him that weren’t exactly platonic. Yeah. Things just like that…


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Okay, so it's kinda long. XDDDDDD

*SQUEE!!!* Danny has ribs. XDDDDDDDDDD

PhotoshopCS. 6-7hrs?