I hope you enjoy! By the way, no Phantom Planet!
I could see it in his eyes, but I chose to ignore it. I didn't want to see it. If only I hadn't. Maybe I could have talked to him about it. I could see his disapproving glare whenever he saw a Danny Phantom doll or he saw an article in the newspaper about how I saved the day. He would make a joke whenever he heard a news reporter say Inviso-bill, but the words were always tinged with venom. He had even wished to be a halfa once. It had almost destroyed us both. If only I hadn't thought that was the end of it. "I'm sick of being a sidekick!" he said one day.
"You're not my sidekick, you're my best friend," I laughed.
"You're right," he responded, "Sidekicks get credit. Robin, Kid Flash, Aqualad, they're always standing right next to the hero! Sam and I have to run and hide when the reporters come in case our parents are watching the news!"
"So what?" I asked, confused, this conversation wasn't going down a good path, "Do you want a mask, a cape?"
"No! I'm sick of having to hide in your shadow! You think you're so much better than me just because you're part ghost!"
It hit me, like a ton of bricks. Ghost envy. I despised the topic. The idea of wanting death, and not only that, but living an existence with only one goal that could never be changed. It was unbelievable! People only saw the good part of it. The ability to fly, to have powers, they imagined that they would be above human. But they didn't see the loneliness, people hunting you down, the names people called out at you, the misconceptions, and to have everyone out to get you. I wished I had said all of this to Tucker. However, my only sentence was, "Being a ghost isn't that great," and the topic was left like that.
It had been a two weeks since the ghost envy conversation and I had almost forgotten about Tucker's jealousy. Then, on a breezy Saturday afternoon, it all came reeling back into my face. Sam and Tucker were going to meet up with me after a rough fight with Skulker. I had just pulled my shirt over my bandages when I heard them nock on the door. Jazz was at the library and my parents were at a ghost hunter's convention for the weekend. "Was it a bad fight?" asked Sam after I mentioned my face-off with Skulker.
I never liked my friends getting worried about me so I just shrugged and said, "I beat him and that's all that matters."
Out of nowhere Tucker rolled his eyes and mocked with poisonous words, "Anything else you want to rub in my face!"
Sam and I stared wide-eyed at his outburst. Neither of us was sure how to react. "Tucker," I said as Sam put her hand on his shoulder.
"No!" he screamed, "I'm sick and tired of being your little minion, and I'm sick and tired of you. I'm done being in Team Phantom!" and he stormed out of the house.
Tucker was the first to go.
