Heyo! this book is pretty much a bunch of unrelated one shots based off Danny Phantom headcanons and fan art. I don't own any of the fan art or headcanons that you might see, and the only thing i own is my writing that I do about them.

This is also a colab thing with my good friend Figgles! Check out her account at Figgles0q51

It was a warm spring day in the lovely city of Amity Park. By warm, of course, I am saying boiling. Scalding hot. Hot enough to make you cry out in anguish, feeling like your face is melting off. And in Amity Park's only high school, ironically named Casper High, it was the worst day for the air conditioner to be acting up. Again.

After Phantom Planet, out hero, Danny's life had been pretty much the same. As long as you count the ghost attacks, then everybody knowing about his alter ego, and finally, the entire school of people cheering for him! It was stressful work, especially when some of the students (cough cough, Dash, cough) wanted to help him.

On this fair day, Sam Manson and Tucker Foley were walking through the halls of Casper High School. More like trudging, but still. They slowly opened the door to Mr. Lancer's room, a sudden gust of cold hitting them right in the face.

"Ooh..." Sam mumbled, almost falling forward but catching herself on the doorframe. "It feels nice in here for some reason..." She sighed happily, her face's red colour going down a bit.

"Wha..." Tucker started, looking around the room. He grinned when his eyes landed on Danny, who was in his ghost mode...

Danny was sitting at a desk, his head leaning on his arms. He was scowling at the air in front of him, which was an odd sight to see.

"Danny?" Sam smiled, walking over and sitting in the desk next to him. "Thought you hated being in ghost mode at school?" She chuckled.

"I do," the halfa grumbled, stuffing his face in his arms and sighing. "Lancer said he'd give me detention if I changed back. Can't risk it."

Tucker walked over and opened his mouth to say something, then closed it, then opened it again. "Ah..." He muttered, for once, not finding anything to say to that.

Danny just groaned, a wave of cold air shooting out from his core and into the hallway.

Tucker laughed, shaking his head. "That felt soooooo good, Danny! Mind doing it again?" He smirked, backing away slightly when a growl could be heard from the youngest Fenton's arms.

Danny looked up from his arms and glared at Tucker. "I'm not a freakin' air conditioner." He muttered, lowering his head back down.

Sam hesitantly opened her mouth, trying not to grin. "Ah...at least it's not hot in here anymore?" She chuckled nervously. Danny just groaned again.

The trio sat in silence, the muffled "Not an AC..." coming from Danny every couple seconds.

"W-" Tucker started, trying to, erm, break the ice a little, but his plans were thwarted when Danny looked up at him with a bored expression and flushed green cheeks. Thanks to the ectoplasm-for-blood situation, Danny's blush was an electric green colour. And since the halfa had an ice core, the heat was hitting him hard, making his cheeks go green.

"Don't." He muttered, his ghostly voice echoing slightly in the almost empty room. Tucker's eyes widened at his friend's threatening tone before taking another step back. "Hehe..." He chuckled, eyeing Sam, who just shrugged.

Suddenly, a noisy scuffling was heard just outside the door. A blond haired boy popped his head in with a big grin.

"Heeeeeey Fentonio!" Dash laughed, walking into the room and slapping Danny on the back. Hard. Danny groaned and sank lower into the uncomfortable chair.

"What." He mumbled, not looking up at the jock.

"Just wanted to thank you, y'know? For the cold air! You rock!" Dash laughed. Danny sunk down lower into his arms.

"Hate you all." Danny grumbled once Dash left, making the occupants of Lancer's classroom burst out laughing.

"Love you too, Danny." Sam giggled, patting Danny on the back lightly. 

A/N: Ack. Sorry.  This one was ugh.  I'll try to get another one out as soon as I can! Thanks for reading.