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: Thank you for all of your reviews! I'm surprised that some of you read this story last year when it was not very good. I'm glad that everyone has positive reviews, and I'm back for the third chapter. I've decided to stick to the DxS theme of this chapter, so I stayed up until two in the morning last night to read millions of sappy DxS fanfictions for inspiration. As far as I know, writing romance isn't my forte even though I enjoy reading it since I'm still quite young and haven't had any experience with relationships. I hope I can meet everyone's expectations. I've decided to refrain from using "said" and its alternatives because I've started to find it too troublesome to look for the right alternative. Let me know in a review if it confuses you. Ignore me and read the story now. Kudos to you if you get the reference in the fourth paragraph.
Disclaimer: I don't understand why we need to put disclaimers on fanfiction. It's not like Butch Hartman goes on this site and writes fanfiction for his own show. Unless…
Oh, and I don't own kate spade new york. Literally. I wish I could own everything from there!
Danny nailed the last peg of his tent into the ground and grinned. "I think we're finished with setting up the campsite!"
Grandma Manson raised her right hand in the hair, signaling a high-five to Danny, which he gave her. "Good job, Danny. It looks beautiful."
"Thanks, Mrs. Manson."
"Please. Call me Grandma. Ten years from now, I'll lawfully be you grandma anyway, so you better start getting used to it!" Grandma Manson cackled at her own joke. "I amuse myself!"
Danny nervously laughed. "Sure thing… Grandma."
The campsite was an open space in the forest with a little bit of grass. It was moderately large and was nearby a lake. The site was surrounded by trees on three sides and was connected to a small dirt road that led back to Amity Park. At the center of the campsite was the fireplace, an empty space surrounded by a circle of rocks that would be later filled with tree branches, old crumpled electric bills, and Kate Spade receipts from the Mansons. There were four logs that created a square around the circular campfire. All four tents were facing the campfire, each being aligned to a log, making the campsite look like a circle within a square within a cross made of pyramids with slightly round sides with the exception of the bases. There was a very small blue tent for all of the bags in the corner that ruined the symmetry. The ghost shield, after being successfully set up by the Fentons after the Mansons lost their tent, covered the whole campsite and extended to the shore of the lake and the few layers of trees that were closest to the campsite.
At the fringe of the campsite was the Fenton RV. Maddie prohibited everyone from going into the RV to use the bathroom or to rest in the air conditioner because, I quote, "We should all feel the camp spirit! If we were to use the bathroom and aircon inside, we might as well pack our bags and stay in a hotel!"
Jeremy and Pamela approved of the idea and started to pack their bags, but Maddie shook her head in disbelief and sighed.
Across Danny and Grandma Manson's tent was Jazz and Sam's tent. The two girls had already finished setting their tent, both being smart and all, and were putting their sleeping bags and other important belongings into the tent.
Danny jogged to their tent since Grandma Manson decided to take a nap. "Hey, guys. I'm bored. Where is everyone?"
Jazz stuck her head outside the tent. "You're here, Sam's here, her grandmother's in your tent, and all of our parents are sleeping in their tents. Sam and I are just getting finished. Come on in."
Danny stepped into the very roomy tent and ruffled Sam's hair. "Hey, Sammy."
Sam hit his hand playfully. "Don't 'Hey, Sammy' me."
"Hey! I thought you said you were fine with that name as long as I was the one who said it!"
"Ew. Not in public." Sam stuck her thumb to a very amused Jazz.
"Fine. Hey, Sam."
"Very good. Hi, Danny. I'm done fixing my stuff. Can we do something? There must be something to do in a big forest."
"We can go to the lake. It's my favorite place here. You up to it?"
"Psshyeah. Anything other than sitting in the dirt."
"Cool, let's go. Jazz, are you coming?"
"Nah, I don't want to get my clothes wet. You two lovebirds have fun. I'll have a nap too."
Danny and Sam stepped out of the tent and locked hands. It sent a chill down Sam's spine, and she had to force herself not to smile. It's probably going to be like this until I die, thought Sam.
Danny interrupted her thoughts by speaking. "Hey, Sam, we're going to go row in a boat, okay? Will you like that?" He flashed a smile full of joy and love.
Gosh, he's adorable, she thought. Oh, wait, am I staring again? Eek, I need to answer him.
"Oh, that's cool. I've never canoed before."
Get a grip, Sam. You're still a goth, she told herself silently.
Danny tightened his grip on Sam's hand and grinned at her. Sam got flustered and giggled.
Do not giggle! Oh, who am I kidding, it's going to be like this forever.
Danny and Sam reached a small shed where the boats and ores were kept. They put on their life vests and shoved a canoe out. Danny also grabbed some heavy sacks.
"Okay, Sam, get in the boat, and I'll push it into the water." Danny transformed into his ghostly alter ego. He held Sam's hand to support her as she shakily stepped into the canoe.
Danny pushed the canoe into the shore and hopped inside opposite of Sam. He put an equal number of sacks on each side. Sam wondered why he brought the sacks even though they would be balanced without them, but she decided not to ask and to just enjoy the comfortable silence. He transformed back into Danny Fenton and propelled them further into the lake with the two ores.
The two floated in the small boat silently until Danny spoke up. "Sam, you should try rowing! Come, sit next to me."
Sam furrowed her eyebrows. "Won't that just make us tip over?"
"Nah, just put this sack on that side of the boat. I don't think it'll fall."
Sam carefully scooted to Danny's side of the boat while putting the sack on her side of the boat. She placed herself next to Danny, and he let her hold the ores. Danny placed his hands over hers and taught her the basics of rowing a boat. Soon, Sam was getting the hang of it and was able to row the boat like a natural.
Danny removed his hands from Sam's and let her row on her own, but Sam didn't like that. "No, keep your hands on mine. I like it better that way."
Danny placed his hands back on hers willingly with the ghost of a smile on his lips.
Soon, the two stopped rowing the boat and took a break to relax in the boat in the middle of the lake.
Danny pulled two sandwiches and two juice packs out of a small basket he had brought and handed one of each to Sam. "Don't worry, there's no meat. It's grilled cheese, your favorite."
"Thanks, Danny." Sam stared at his deep blue eyes for a few moments. His eyes were the kind of eyes that could give away exactly how he was feeling so easily. Sam had always thought they were his best feature. At that moment, Danny's eyes expressed contentment. He looked very relaxed and at ease. Then she realized something out of the blue. "Hey, Danny? You know, this is kind of our first date… if this is considered a date… is it?"
"I don't know… do you think this is a date?"
"Well, we're having lunch together on a boat alone, so yeah, I think it's a date."
Danny playfully smirked. "And what's a date without any kisses?"
Sam giggled, cursed to herself for giggling again, and leaned over to Danny to capture him in their third not-fake-out-make-out kiss.
Right when Sam's lips brushed against Danny's, the boat wickedly flipped over and sent the two teens and their belongings into the fresh lake water.
That part of the lake was around thirteen feet deep, but luckily, Danny's basket was made of wicker, so it was waterproof and buoyant. The only things that sank were the sacks, which were virtually worthless.
The sixteen-year-olds emerged from the surface of the cool water and burst out laughing. Never had Danny seen Sam laugh so heartily. He was secretly proud that he was capable of making her show that side of her personality.
Her eyeliner was running and Danny laughed at it. "You look like a raccoon."
Sam splashed water at him playfully. "Oh, keep quiet, ghost boy, and get us out of the water."
Fenton turned to Phantom, flipped the boat over, and placed the basket and the goth into the soaked boat. He pushed the boat back to the ground.
He offered his hand to help Sam out even though she didn't really need it, but she accepted it for reasons that are quite obvious to any creature that breathes. Danny continued to hold her wet hand in his wet hand and made both of them intangible to dry themselves out.
Sam thanked him. "Now what? I don't exactly want to go back there…"
Danny laughed. "Let's go cloud-watching!"
"Sure, haha. Where?"
Danny answered her question by grabbing a picnic mat, spreading it on the ground below him, and lying down, signaling Sam to join him.
Sam shot him a smirk and plopped down on the mat on his right. She scooted more to the left so that her body could be touching Danny's and leaned her head on his shoulder a bit while lying down on her side and facing Danny as he put his right arm around her shoulders into a half-hug. They stared at the sky until Sam spoke.
"Danny, there aren't any clouds in the sky."
"You're an idiot."
"I know. But I'm your idiot."
"Ew, you are so cheesy."
"But I'm your cheese."
Sam laughed and playfully slapped Danny's cheek. She sighed and closed her eyes.
Danny saw her resting on him. "Hey, don't fall asleep, okay? I don't want to carry you back to the campsite later."
"But I'm so sleepy." Sam said it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Just deal with it. Aren't you sleepy?"
Danny didn't see any harm in catching a few winks, so he also closed his eyes as he hugged the sleeping girl tighter.
A/N: That felt… a bit rushed. And. Bleh. Was it OOC? Please tell me in the reviews! I'm so happy I was able to update! I hope I'm living up to your expectations. The next chapter… I have plans. I just don't know if I'm going to put them to action yet. Check for updates! Love you all.
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