Prologue and Introduction:

A/N (Prologue): This is the introduction for my first fanfic. Being new at this, I hope you all can give me some feedback and let me know what you think. I'll go ahead and let you know right now, I have a tendency of writing fiction like I write essays. I have no idea how to stop this, so if you can give me some pointers I would greatly appreciate it! Also, I do need a Beta Reader if you feel like giving it a shot… Thank you very much!! PS- At the moment, my imagination is shot because school just ended for the summer and thinking isn't exactly on my agenda. If you feel like dropping me a request or a plot (for any show or topic, really), I will gladly accept and get that published ASAP. R&R, please and thank you! The first chapter, which is already finished, typed up and everything, will be put up as soon as I find out whether this is worth continuing. Thanks again! With love, Carolyn

Samantha Manson smiled, brushing down her purple and black lace dress with a sly smile. It was the night of the dance, of course, and the goth girl had her lavender colored eyes set on a particular boy. Not just any boy, of course, but her best friend of almost 5 years now. Giving herself another proud review of herself in the mirror, she gave a nod and left for her car. Yes, she owned a car now. At 18, who could blame the girl? After all, she was mind-blowingly rich, and had gotten the purple '68 convertible Mustang as a gift from her parents on her 17th birthday. Who would have thought they would know her so well?

She was only attending the Senior End-of-Year Dance to hang out with Tucker and Danny, but wanted to make the effort to look nice one last time before she was off to college. At the entrance to the school, she met up with her two best friends with a smile and a few brief hugs.

"Hey guys," she said with a smile. Danny gawked, not surprised that his best friend could look so gorgeous, but amazed that she was in a dress, albeit still gothic. She blushed, and he regained composure.

"Hey," Danny and Tucker agreed, though Danny was the one to speak up. "Ready to go in?" You look amazing, he added in his mind.

"Yeah, lets do this thing!" Sam looked over Danny with the same eyes he had given her; he was wearing a dark blue suit jacket over the same t-shirt he wore every day, and a plain pair of blue jeans. How he managed to look good without trying, she hadn't a clue. Tucker was wearing what he always wore, including the red beret. It really was just like him not to make the effort to get what he constantly wanted: girls. She smiled, and led the way to the cafeteria where everything was set up in the school's colors, along with a few silver and gold streamers and a banner that said 'Seniors of Casper High'. She found a table that was set up with a few chairs, but lacked the obnoxious teenagers that were milling about the dance floor aimlessly. The three sat down and chatted for a short while, though Tucker was wasn't with them for long as he was soon glued to the other girls in the room in a futile effort to get a dance.

With a sigh, Sam put her legs up on the table, straightening the hem of her dress over her calves. Danny smiled, and looked around the room as long as she was getting comfortable. It seemed as though Paulina and Dash dancing was the main event of the evening, but as soon as they were done they wouldn't talk for the rest of the night. After all, it was more for publicity than anything. He saw a few new couples dancing, but nothing too exciting. Turning his head back around to see what Sam was doing, he saw a guy (assumably about Danny's age) wearing dark clothes and had black hair that fell a little in his face. He was talking to Sam, and she was laughing. Jealousy raged inside of him, though he knew that he couldn't do anything about it. He snuck a longing glance back to Sam, again noticing how beautiful she looked that night, and stood to find Tucker. After all, he had a way of getting himself in trouble.

Spotting his attempts to worm his way into the amoeba of teenagers in the center of the dance floor, Danny laughed and snuck up behind Tucker. Being half ghost did have its advantages, didn't it?

"Boo!", he yelled in his unfortunate friend's ear. With a startled jump, Tucker turned around and pulled Danny away from the mob of hormones.

"You've got to stop doing that, it freaks me out!" Tucker straightened his beret. "Anyway, what's up?" Danny's eyes had wandered to Sam and that guy she was talking with, now dancing in the 'hardly-moving' goth fashion. She was laughing, obviously having a better time with him that night than she could have had hanging around with Danny and Tucker. "Dude, you there?" Tucker waved a hand in his face.

"Huh? Oh, uh, yeah. I'm just bored, that's all." He shrugged. "Wanna go get some food?" Tucker blinked.

"When do I ever not want food? Let's go!" He pulled Danny by the wrist over to the snack table, where they made residence for the rest of the dance. Around a half an hour after they sat down, however, Danny spotted Sam leaving the dance with the guy he had learned (through the loudly spoken gossip of the girls in the room) was a new guy, Damien. Danny scoffed, and made the excuse to Tucker that he needed some fresh air. Of course, he was in his ghost form and was watching the two. After all, what would he have done if Sam were assaulted?

"Sam, I really like you," Damien said to her. He was officially Danny's least favorite person at the dance aside from Dash. "Would you accompany me on a date later this week?" He leaned forward, and Danny moved closer.

"Is that so? Well… only if we don't have to dance to any more songs about asses, sure! I'd love to, Damien." Danny shifted his eyes to the ground, and slowly made his way back inside.

"Hey Tuck?" His friend lifted his head from a large plate of BBQ chicken wings, most of his face covered with the sauce. "I think I'm gonna head home, I'm getting pretty tired." The two said their goodbyes, and Tucker reminded him to say good night to Sam, but Danny wasn't going to do that. He felt like shit, but it was because of her this time. It wasn't exactly fair to her, he knew, but he figured she was still having fun with her new boyfriend. On his way home, he kicked a few mailboxes to get his frustration out. Why was it, he wondered, that all of a sudden he felt so passionately about Sam's dating, when he had dated so many other girls in the last few years? He was so confused.

Thanks for reading! I must, however, ask that you review this to give me an idea of a) whether or not I need to adjust this story at all, and b) whether or not I should continue it. If I do get positive feedback conscerning the second point, I shall upload the next chapter within the next few days as it is already typed up and everything. I love youuuuu!! 3 Laters.

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