I watch my sleeping lover for a while, admiring the way the moonlight accentuates his features. He shifts in his dreams, as if sensing my gaze on him, and I smile to myself as I brush some of his bangs out of his eyes. Before he can fully awake, I slide out from under the covers and pad my way into the kitchen on silent feet.

It's not long before I'm standing in front of the apartment's window-wall, one hand clutching my steaming mug of coffee. My gaze rests on the Amity Park cityscape, but the cold stone buildings are not the focus of my thoughts.

Instead, I'm concentrated on my partner. I have to admit, I'm not sure what he sees in me. He could have anyone he wants, really. At times, I wonder why he's here, with me, when there are countless others who would treat him better. I know that he could leave at any time. Perhaps that's why I'm unable to sleep. I'm insecure – it's not like my past relationships have really worked out.

First was Paulina. Well, in all honesty, I'm not sure she counts. It was really more of the whole shy-male-loser-crushing-on-pretty-popular-girl deal. Admittedly, I was shallow when I was younger – I liked how pretty she was, and that was it. At least, at first – after my . . . 'accident', I kept clinging to the crush and trying for her because it was what all the other guys were doing. It was a last attempt to be normal.

When I finally realized that I wasn't normal and wouldn't ever be, Valerie came along. Her fall from popularity seemed an apt simile for my own fall (though I 'fell' from normality rather than from my post at the bottom of the social hierarchy). I felt sorry for her, and offered her a friend when she needed one; I claimed it was because I felt guilty for Cujo's ruining her dad's job, but I think it was really because I thought she would understand. Both of us had taken a fall, but she didn't get back up. That might have been what ended that one (the ghost-hunting suit from Vlad might have helped, of course), even if it took me a while to realize it.

After Valerie, I focused more on my ghost fights, which brought Sam into the light (it was hard not to, since she was at most of the fights). I'd really thought she'd be The One – after all, she was my friend before and after the 'accident'. She still liked me then, even if I wasn't normal; hell, she wasn't exactly normal either. I was floating on air after the whole Disasteroid thing, because I could claim her as mine. But then, that was before her parents started to actually approve of me (how could they not? I was great for their 'public image', and who doesn't like the savior of the world?).

That was when the truth reared its ugly head – Sam had only liked me because her parents hated me. As soon as they showed the first signs of approval, she started cancelling dates and ignoring calls. About a month after they gave 'official permission', the newspapers kept printing pictures of her locking lips with random guys (and even a few girls, for good measure) at the Skulk N Lurk. Before I even had a chance to try to work everything out and find out what was going on, she'd dumped me.

I didn't really date again until after college started (no one would blame me – all the girls at Casper only wanted a fairytale with Phantom). I already had an open mind thanks to the ghosts, and Sam's making out with other girls made me start wondering. I ignored all the girls for a while, instead examining a few boys – and learned that I wasn't as disgusted as I thought I'd be (some guys should never be seen shirtless; just trust me on this one). It took a long talk with Jazz, but I quickly accepted that I was bisexual.

That was when Kwan found me. We hadn't been close during high school, but anything can happen at college, and both of us had stuck around for Amity University. Just for the sake of a friendly face we would hang out, which turned into dating. We were pretty normal, until Jazz started ranting about her 'hot Asian boyfriend'. That conversation revealed a whole chain of lies, and I broke it off.

I somehow ended up as the confident for each victim of the whole thing. Star came crying because Tucker was cheating on her with Valerie, who was cheating on him with Mikey (yes, really – I was shocked too), who was also sleeping with Paulina who was cuddling up to Kwan, who was juggling her and the two Fenton siblings. This ended up with Star using me as a rebound. I didn't complain at first because I needed the comfort too, but she never gave it to me. She just used me – we barely lasted a month.

I set my still-not-drunk coffee down on one of the table, crossing my arms as a glimmer of light shines on the horizon. My eyes don't leave the skyline, though I cast my senses to the bedroom as my thoughts lethargically turn to my current lover.

As if sensing my senses, there's a huff and a grumble. Silence for a moment, then rustling, and the creak of the door opening. Footsteps, and two arms wrap around my waist.

I smile, closing my eyes as his voice vibrates through his chest against my back and he groans. "Geeze, Fenton! It's five in the freakin' morning."

I can't help but chuckle. "Still with the names, Dash?"

He grumbles some more, but his grip on my waist and hips tightens. "Seriously, Danny. Why are you up at five in the freakin' morning? What the hell are you doing?" He doesn't say what he's really asking, but I don't need him to. What's wrong?

My smile widens, and I open my eyes – the stars are disappearing now. "Just thinking." I'm fine.

He scoffs, pulling me closer yet as he rests his chin on my head. "Well, next time, put on my robe or something!" I'm here for you.

"What? You don't want to cuddle with a popsicle?" I know.

He snorts, and the tensing of his muscles is the only warning I get before I'm swept off my feet – he has one hand under my knees and the other supporting my back in a bridal carry. "You're not a popsicle." It's almost romantic, until he adds "You're an ice cube!"

I laugh, my untouched coffee forgotten as he carries me towards the promise of the comfort of a bed and a warm body curled around my own.

I may have one hell of a track record, but I've got a heaven of a future now.