Welcome to Teen Spirit! My first Danny Phantom fic! And guess what? It has Paulina! I absolutely love Paulina as a character and I knew she had to be in my first DP fic. Don't worry you Paulina haters, this story will make you love her.
Important little notes: this is in Junior year for Danny and it's set Junior Prom week. Danny is 16, Sam is 16, Tucker is 17, Paulina is 17, Dash is 17, Star is 16, Gregor/Elliot (He's just Gregor in this fic) is 17, and Clockwork, is well, old. About Gregor…delete the episode about him and delete Phantom planet and pretend he goes to Casper High. Valerie knows about Danny and is Sam's best girl friend. Sam still has a crush on Danny, but since Gregor started school she convinced herself that she liked him(even if he's a total jerk). In this fic Sam isn't as strong of a character as canon. I hate it when people change Sam's outfit but try to use the outfit she wears in this chap as the canon outfit. Don't worry, I'm not changing anything else. The rest is canon. Finally, this is loosely based on the ABC movie, Teen Spirit.
Disclaimer for ENTIRE story: I do not own DP. =)
Chapter 1: Perfect-o
Paulina Sanchez, a gorgeous brunette from Hispanic heritage wearing a pink crop top and well-fitted skinny jeans with white flats, walked down the hallway of Casper High with petition papers in hand. No, it wasn't a petition like Save the bunnies! or Help the rainforest! No, this was the extremely important petition about Casper High's Junior Prom Queen. Which Paulina knew she was a shoe in for.
Behind Paulina walked Starlet Bloom, Lizzie Jenkins, and Maya Kraft. Starlet, more commonly known as Star, is a beautiful perky blonde in tight orange jeggings and a fitted white top with an orange flower in her hair. Lizzie is a dark haired Paulina wannabe in a pink short skirt and a purple tank top. Maya is a red head with stupidity issues wearing a baby blue blouse and jean shorts.
Oh, and before I forget, they're all filthy rich.
Yes, Paulina Sanchez, Star Bloom, Lizzie Jenkins, and Maya Kraft form the clique.
Samantha Manson, a smart short black haired Goth with very strong beliefs wearing dark ripped jeans, black combat boots, and a lilac and black striped t-shirt over a neon green long sleeve, ran out the front door of Casper High with a silver and neon green thermos in hand. No, it wasn't a regular soup thermos. It didn't even hold soup. No, this thermos – the Fenton Thermos – was used to trap ghosts, not warm liquids.
Behind Samantha, more commonly known as Sam, ran Tucker Foley and Valerie Grey. Tucker, or Bad Luck Tuck to the rest of the school, is an African American Techno geek in a mustard yellow long sleeve and dark green cargo pants completed by a ketchup red beret and loads of electronic junk. Valerie is a strong willed confident African American in a yellow tank, orange miniskirt, orange headband, golden jewelry, and white Reeboks.
Oh, and before I forget, they all hunt ghosts.
Yes, Samantha Manson, Tucker Foley, and Valerie Grey, help Danny Phantom, the town's ghost hero, fight ghosts.
Danny Fenton, a scrawny looking blue eyed and black haired school loser wearing a red and white t-shirt, blue jeans, and red converse, ran into the first alley he saw. After looking around to make sure no one was there, Danny Fenton raised both his hands and shouted, "Going ghost!"
Instead of looking like a complete idiot, two white rings formed around his center and split in opposite directions. When the rings had completed their journey and popped into oblivion, Danny Fenton was gone. In his place Danny Phantom, a handsome and brave ghost hero with snowy white hair and glowing green eyes in a black and silver Hazmat suit, stood with his arms still up and his face serious.
Danny jumped into the sky and made his way back to the front of Casper High, flying. There, on the side walk, stood one of Danny's first enemies.
"Hello Ghost Child."
Skulker, a robotic ghost with a green Mohawk and more weapons than the US Army, turned to glare menacingly at the young opponent.
"Oh, it's you again." Danny didn't seem fazed at the scary ghost who had two missile launchers already at the ready. Skulker ignored the jab and fired the launchers. Both arched through the air and towards Danny.
"Let the hunt begin." Skulker grinned creepily as a gun popped from his arm.
Danny flew up and the two missiles collided, creating a small explosion.
"I don't think so Skulker!" Danny fired three ectoblasts from his hands but Skulker created an ectoshield and they bounced off, one hitting its owner.
Danny was thrust backwards into the wall of an apartment building nearby. As he stood up a thought came to him.
"Hey, look, I think this is the 5th time I hit the same wall in a week. I have got to tell Tucker." Danny muttered to himself and didn't see Skulker until the ghost had him corned against the wall, gun on his arm at the ready.
"Be quiet so that I, the Ghost Zone's greatest hunter may blast you to smithereens!" Skulker roared.
Unfazed, Danny smirked. "Taking classes from Technus now, are we?"
Skulker scratched his chin with his shooting arm.
"Uh, maybe… but no matter, I will have your pelt!"
"And pigs will fly. Well, non ghost pigs anyway. Your girlfriend is right, Skulky, you are a lousy hunter." Danny took Skulker's distraction as an advantage and shot Skulker in the face. The metallic robot crashed into a nearby alley. Danny flew down and saw the ghost buried underneath a pile of rubble.
Just as Danny realized he didn't have a very much necessary piece of equipment, he heard a shout from behind him.
"Danny!"
Danny recognized the voice immediately. Sam, Tucker, and Valerie stood a couple yards away, thermos at the ready in Sam's hand.
"Do you need any help?" Valerie yelled.
"No, he's already down. Just pass me the thermos, Sam." Danny called back to his friends.
Sam threw him the thermos and Danny made his way to Skulker's head. With only minor struggle, the boy popped Skulker's metallic head off and took out what appeared to be a glowing green glob.
"No! You can't do this! Put me back! Put me back! Noooo–!" The green glob squeaked as he was absorbed into a blue light and trapped in the thermos.
Danny turned around and made his way to his four friends. He was stopped by a flash of pink and brown.
"Ghost boy!" The flirty Spanish accent was recognizable anywhere.
"Hi Paulina," Danny's voice held no emotion. Sure, Paulina was super pretty, but she was super shallow too.
"Hey! I was wondering, would you like to go to Prom with me? Pretty please?" Paulina asked, her perfectly manicured hands joined together as she gave Danny a puppy eye look.
Danny looked behind Paulina and at his group of friends. Tucker looked slightly jealous, Valerie looked bitter, and Sam; well, Sam looked like she was trying to keep her hands to herself.
"Um, I don't think I can Paulina. Sorry, but I have to go." Danny felt somewhat bad as he slipped into the floor intangibly, sure that Paulina was crying out for him, heartbroken.
Danny popped back up in the boy's bathroom nearest to the front of the school. Checking nobody was around, Danny became visible and the two rings appeared once again, but with opposite effect.
Danny Fenton stepped out of the bathroom and straight into Dash Baxter, a stereotypical dumb blonde jock who wore a black t-shirt, his letterman jacket, yellow and red sneakers, and way to skinny jeans. Dash was accompanied by Kwan Ling, Gregor Elliot, and Dickson Asstor (Seriously? Dick Ass?). Kwan is another stereotypical jock with black hair and the same outfit as Dash. Gregor is a white-haired Danny Phantom wannabe with an exotic accent and flashy rich boy clothes and black shades. Dickson was an African American jock who enjoyed bullying even more than Dash. But Danny was reserved for only one of these douchebags. Danny was Dash's punching bag, and Dash's only.
"Watch it Fentoad!" Dash growled as Danny tried to put as much distance between the two of them and make a run for it.
"Um, sorry!" Danny ran for the door and barely escaped Dash lunge for him.
Yes, the school loser, Danny Fenton, was none other than Danny Phantom, the town hero.
That very night, Paulina got ready for Prom. She had bought her dress ages ago. Although Paulina was known for her usual pink attire, Paulina had chosen a red strapless dress and high black heels. The dress had a bejeweled sweetheart neckline and a sleek, body fitting torso. The dress only reached mid-thigh too. As Paulina stepped into the dress, she looked in the mirror. Her nearly flawless skin (The mole on her back will be forever hidden by her bra strap) shone in the light. Her eyes sparkled like caramel. Her hair glistened. She was drop dead beautiful.
Paulina grabbed her brush off her dresser and daydreamed of the ghost boy. His angelic white hair, his radioactive green eyes, his smirk and laugh, his kindness. She was in love. It was like she had her own Superman, her own Spiderman, and her own superhero. Someone she could always count on.
Paulina lifted her hair up into a messy bun, two little strips of hair falling into her face. She put a silver clip to keep the bun up and used bobby pins to perfect her masterpiece. After applying dark mascara, black sparkly eye shadow, and luscious red lipstick, Paulina snuck into her father's room.
She opened the last drawer in the dresser and found a small silky dark blue bag. The bag contained her mother's jewelry. Her mom had died when she was ten-years-old.
Paulina erased the dark thoughts from her mind and opened the bag, something specific on her mind. She found what she was looking for and put the bag back, running to her room barefoot.
In front of her mirror, Paulina slowly opened her hand and memories enclosed her. Her mama wore this to her prom, wedding, Paulina's baptism, Paulina's first communion, and funeral. Paulina had taken her mother's necklace off before they closed the coffin. It was hers; she knew her mom had wanted that.
It was a simple ruby red diamond that compared in size and beauty with the heart of the ocean.
Paulina delicately took the necklace from her palm and put it on, ignoring her sad memories as she smiled into the mirror. She wanted to cry.
She looked so much like her mother.
Her father had told her this plenty of times and she loved that all his love was towards her. The overprotectiveness and actual caring was all that kept her going sometimes. But Paulina was gorgeous and somewhat smart and she used it to her advantage every day. She told herself her mother would be proud of the way she had the entire school wrapped around her finger.
Enough with the sob story, Paulina thought, time to show dad how his pequeña (small) little girl is now a big pretty señorita (lady).
Running down the stairs with her heels in hand, Paulina called out for her father. "Papa!"
Instead of her father answering, her little sister, Rosalina, came out of the kitchen with a homework sheet in her hand. Rosalina was wearing a red crop top much likes Paulina's usual pink one, a red and black Mexican wavy skirt that reached her mid shin, and black flats. Her hair was in its usual messy side bun with black hoop earrings and her skin was darker than Paulina's. Unlike her sister, Rosalina didn't have as much of an accent and spoke more often in Spanish.
"Hey, Paulina! Me puedes ayudar con me tarea? Porfy? (Can you help me with my homework? Pretty please?) I'll make dinner if you ... do. Oh, my, God! You look gorgeous!" Rosalina exclaimed as she saw Paulina's attire.
"Yo se (I know). Now, where's dad?" Paulina ignored her sister rudely and pushed past her. Rosalina's face fell but she looked like she was used to it. After all, she was only an eighth grader and Paulina was a high school junior.
"I think he's in the computer room, not sure." Rosalina said, defeated.
Paulina left without a second glance at her sister. She made her way to the computer room and sure enough, her dad was there. He was dressed in dress pants and a yellow polo shirt; his hair was gelled back and his muscles were prominent.
"Papa! What do you think?" Paulina twirled excitedly.
"No puedo ahora, querida. Estoy en el teléfono.(I can't right now, darling. I'm on the phone.)" Paulina's dad didn't even turn around and continued his phone call.
Paulina's face fell faster than the small glance her dad sent her. "Papi? I'm wearing my prom dress, look!" Paulina continued, a snobby brat aura coming off of her in waves.
"Ya te dije! No pue-!(I already told you! I ca-!)" Her dad's eyes widened and he smiled gently. He quickly told the person on the line he had to go and Paulina smiled in victory.
"Estas linda! You're beautiful!" he complimented as he came closer to his daughter. But as he walked around the desk, his eyes fell on his daughter's necklace.
"Is that - is that your mothers?" Paulina's father asked.
"Si (yes), I thought since," Paulina twirled her hands together nervously and locked at the floor, "Mama wore it at her Prom, and she won Prom Queen... I thought it'd be good luck Papa, that's all." she finished
lamely, finally looking her father in the eye. He only looked saddened though as he placed his large hand on his petite daughter's shoulder.
"You cannot rely on luck, mi hija (my daughter), it is what -"
"I know, I know, it's what got mom killed. I get it, but I just thought..." Paulina felt tears form in her perfectly done eyes.
No, she thought, I will not cry. Not tonight.
"It is okay, you can wear it. Estas hermosa (You look gorgeous)." Whatever else he wanted to say was cut off by Paulina's phone upstairs.
"I'm so starstruck, baby could you blow my heart up? I'm so starstruck, baby could you blow my h –"
Paulina ran upstairs and answered, pushing Rosalina out of the way on her way up the stairs.
"Hey Star," Paulina greeted, her perky character back in place.
"You ready, girlfriend?" An even more perky voice answered.
"I think the question is if you're ready." Paulina replied demandingly.
"540 slips of paper with your name on them are being put in Maya's new Gucci as we speak."
"Perfect-o."
On the other side of town, in a much larger house, Sam was hiding in her basement.
"Come up, Sammykins! Your date is here!" A perky voice Sam immediately recognized as her mother's shouted.
But Sam wasn't going anywhere. Her mother had given her her old prom dress and forced her to wear it tonight. Problem was, Sam's parents were extremely perky and colorful while Sam was completely Goth and dark.
The dress her mother had given her was lilac with black flower patterns. That was an okay color for Sam, the same as her eyes, but its style was seriously lacking. It was short sleeved and reached the floor. Its waist line was too loose and the heels she was being forced to wear were too high and strappy. The only stylish thing on Sam at the moment was her face. Her makeup was done very much like she did it for her dance in freshman year; the only difference was that Sam had put most of her hair on one side with a black rose clip to hold it up.
Sam brainstormed on how she could make it better because she would not wear this style lacking thing anywhere. But to make any adjustments, she first had to leave.
So, hoping Danny wouldn't laugh too hard, Sam made her way up the stairs. Since Tucker had asked Valerie to prom, Danny and Sam were going together as friends. Only friends.
After she said a spiteful good bye to her parents and a loving good bye to her teasing grandmother, Sam opened the door. Danny was wearing a black and white tuxedo with a lilac rose in the right side pocket of his jacket. His hair was the same as always but the bags under his eyes seemed a lot better as he smiled at her. And then he noticed Sam's outfit.
Sam glared at Danny as he started to say something. "Shut your trap and take me to your place first. As you can see, my outfit needs a bit of editing." I told him, daring him to laugh.
"Understatement," Danny muttered. "Here, I got you this; you are supposed to get one of these for prom right?"
Danny held out one of those flower wrist thingies you see in movies. Sam couldn't remember what they were called at the moment.
"Yes, Danny, you were supposed to get one, and it's beautiful." Sam replied, both of them blushing as they made eye contact. After a few seconds, Sam held out her arm and Danny stared at it before putting the decoration her.
Up to her neck in awkward silence, Sam looked for a way out. "Come on Invis-o-bill, to your place."
Danny blinked at Sam and then scowled. "It's Danny Phantom."
"Don't you think I know that?" Sam asks rhetorically. Danny's scowl turns into a half smile as he suddenly lifts Sam bridal style.
"No, as a matter a fact I didn't." Danny smirked at Sam's outraged look and turned into Danny Phantom, ready to take off into the moonlit night.
Well, that's it for tonight. Let me know if you like it. I'll update in 5 reviews ^.^
Love, Vickydd