Summary: REWRITTEN! Post-PP. In an attempt to get to know the Manson family more, the Fentons invite the whole family to a camping trip for the weekend with them! With this crazy bunch, what could possibly go right? Lots of DxS!
Rating: T (and it won't change)
POV: Third-person omniscient
A/N: Well, I just wrote the first chapter, so I have no people to thank. I just realized how stupid some of the reviews look now because I've deleted some chapters! I'm sorry. Just enjoy the story.
Disclaimer: Danny Phantom belongs to Butch Hartman.
Sharpest Needle in the Sewing Kit
"Danny, Danny, wake up. We have to get ready for our camping trip. Danny. Danny. Danny. DANNY!"
"Hmm, mmhmm, mmmph meh. I'm awake."
"No, you're not. Wake up, mom and dad are going to kill you if you don't get ready. Don't you want to get ready for Sam? She's coming here soon."
"Shut up, Jazz, I'll be ready. What time is it?" Danny mumbled, irritated.
"It's 5 in the morning. You have thirty minutes. You have a text, by the way. No, I didn't read it," Jazz stated before she left Danny's room.
Danny stretched before climbing out of bed and fumbled around his bed to find his cellphone. He picked it up and saw that the text was from Sam. He smiled inwardly and opened the message.
"Wake up, sleepyhead. I'm sure you're still sleeping. Woohoo, camping in a couple of hours! Haha, I can't wait to see you! It's been forever since we got to spend the weekend together! It's been ages since we've had a sleepover. I guess we can consider this as a sleepover, but in the wild with lots of bugs, and our families will be there and probably monitor us 24/7. I'm sure it won't be as boring as you said your camping trips were before. After all, I'll be there. Ehehehe. See you later, ghost boy."
Danny chuckled and replied to her text while taking out his clothes for the day from the drawer.
He had already packed his bags the previous day, so he took his time showering and attempting to fix his unruly hair. While he was brushing his raven hair, he heard female steps running up the stairs and towards his room. That must be Jazz, he thought.
He stepped out of the bathroom and into his room, only to have his eyes covered by a pair of a girl's hands from behind.
"Jazz, stop covering my eyes! What's up with that?" Danny complained.
"Excuse me? Jazz? You can't tell the difference between your older sister and your girlfriend? You're horrible at this game," the goth scoffed.
Danny's cheeks flushed pink and he swiftly grabbed the hands that were covering his eyes. Oh, these are Sam's hands. Whoops.
Sam sniggered, kissed Danny's cheek, stopped covering his eyes, and said to him while grabbing his bags, "Come on, Danny, everyone's outside and almost ready to go. Slowpoke."
Danny looked at her and smiled. They stomped down the stairs and out the door.
Jazz was sitting on the steps and talking to Grandma Manson, and Danny's parents and Sam's parents were trying to fit all of the Mansons' bags into the Fenton RV.
Jack spotted the couple and hollered, "There you are, lovebirds! Mind giving us a hand here? We still need to fit one more bag inside and Danny's bags too."
Sam and Danny jogged to the trunk of the RV and saw that it was packed. The six struggled together to push the last bags into the trunk, and after around 10 minutes of pushing, the bags finally budged and created room for the others.
"Everybody, into the RV!" Jack exclaimed.
Pamela Manson looked into the RV and remarked, "Um, Jack, I don't think we have enough space in here."
"Nonsense! We just need to compress is all," Jack bellowed in reply.
"But that definitely won't make a very comfortable trip! Don't you have a bigger vehicle?
After deciding the seating arrangement, everyone squished into the RV. Sam and Danny were squished into one seat at the back since they were the two smallest of the bunch, so their cheeks were basically plastered together.
The ride was an hour and a half long, and one third of that time consisted of Pamela and Jeremy Manson's complaining about the lack of space and the bumpy ride before they finally collapsed and fell asleep along with the rest of the RV with the exception of Jack, Sam, and Danny.
Sam yawned and leaned into Danny's warm shoulder. Danny was pleasantly surprised by the sudden movement and leaned his head into hers to signal her to keep her head on his shoulder. She snuggled into his shoulder more and closed her eyes while sighing. Danny caressed her hand and played with her hand, tracing the lines on her palm and making circles on it with his thumb. He softly rubbed the class ring he gave her only the previous week. Soon, they both fell asleep in that position and woke up to the stopping of the RV.
Danny slowly opened his eyes and found that Sam was still resting on him. He slightly smiled and hugged her tighter.
"Dad, are we there already?" Danny asked his father, who was at the driver's seat.
"Just a few more minutes, Danny. I'm looking for a good spot where we can set up the ghost shield!—oh, no, I programmed it so it won't hurt you, don't worry," explained Jack.
When the group found a spot, those who were asleep reluctantly awoke and filed out of the RV.
Pamela frowned and complained, "I need my insect repellent! How disgusting, we're having a sleepover with bugs and dirt. Can we get our stuff out already so I can stay in my tent?"
Maddie got ticked off and snapped, "Quit your whining. The least you could do is helping us transfer your luggage to the campsite."
Pamela and Jeremy cursed under their breath and reluctantly pushed their big box to the campsite with a large amount of effort on their part.
"Gosh, that box is huge. It's taller than my dad!" remarked Jazz to Sam. "What's in it, anyway?"
"Oh, mom and dad bought this ridiculous tent the other day. I swear, it's the size of a condo," shrugged Sam.
"Danny!" yelled Maddie to the trio from a few yards away. "Could you help us set up the ghost shield? We can't seem to—"
"AUUUUGH!" screamed a shrill female voice from the campsite. Everyone immediately identified it as Pamela's scream and rushed to her and her husband to find the enormous box missing.
"Here we go," mumbled Sam under her breath.
"Baht! Ben! What happened? Where's the tent?" cried out Grandma Manson.
Pamela and Jeremy looked petrified as they explained that a ghost had stolen their box.
"It was petrifying," stammered Jeremy.
Sam scoffed and inquired, "Wait, did this ghost have blue skin and say 'Beware'?"
Her mother jerked up and shared, "Yes, indeed that's the ghost. Samantha, do you know this ghost?"
"Yeah! He's the Box Ghost. I wonder why he stole the box?" Sam sarcastically wondered.
Danny and Jazz chuckled, and Jeremy pointed out, "Now, we have no tent. Where are we supposed to sleep tonight?"
"Well, we have four tents, but I guess we can share them with you. There are eight of us, so two in each tent. I'll stay with Jack, and you can decide the rest of the sleeping arrangements," presented Maddie.
With no other choice, the Mansons consented, and the group assigned tents to pairs.
"…I'm staying with you, of course, Jeremy, and it doesn't take a rocket scientist to realize that Sam and Danny can't stay in the same tent by themselves, so Sammy-kins, you can stay with—what's your name again?—Jazz. So that leaves Danny with Mom. Okay, there, it's settled," concluded Pamela quickly. "Maddie, where's the bathroom here?"
Grandma Manson chuckled and whispered to Danny, "She's not the sharpest needle in the sewing kit, is she?"
A/N: I like the last line. I just made it up a few minutes ago in an attempt to be funny. Was that good? I'm really worried that it can get OOC, but I want to hear from you since my opinion has no significant value. I want new ideas for the next chapters! This will hopefully be a multi-chapter story, and I'm a bit stuck on what to do next. I was planning on doing a DxS chapter next, but I got stuck right away when I tried to write it. Hopefully, that plan will successfully push through, and I'll be able to make your hearts soar! Don't expect too much, though. Please do review! I really appreciate reviews, whether they're praising my story or offering constructive criticism. Thank you for favoriting this story, and I'm sorry if I let you down. I hope I can update soon!
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