Danny and Dash were sitting in the library working on the english project Lancer had assigned earlier that week. But since neither of them really put too much effort into their school work, they had approximately zero percent done.

And Dash wasn't helping.

He was just sitting there across the table yammering on and on about who knows what. Something about… Paulina's nails? What?

Face sitting in his hand, Danny finally cracked open a book and began scanning the reading to figure out what the project was even supposed to be on, when something Dash said caught his attention.

"-Phantom's ass and-"

Looking up at Dash, Danny gawked before squeaking out a small, "what?"

Dash looked at him and rolled his eyes.

"I said, I was looking at Phantom's ass and-"

Danny lowered his head and started whispering. "Why were you looking at his ass?"

Dash leveled a gaze at Danny that clearly meant he should understand what Dash was talking about. But Danny didn't understand why Dash would be staring at his ass.

"Come on, Fenton. Have you seen the kid? He's hot af. He's got this cute baby face, but he's been putting on some muscle the past couple months. Who wouldn't want that in a guy?"

Danny stared at Dash, ears growing red as the silence went on. Before he could formulate a reply, Dash started speaking again, more hurriedly this time.

"Wait, shit, do you like him too? Is this weird? I think it's weird. Why do girls talk about boys they like together? Wouldn't it-"

Danny cut Dash off with another squeaking reply.

"What? No! I don't like him!"

Danny looked at Dash to see relief flood his features, slumping down in his seat.

"Why? Do you really like him?"

They sat in silence as Dash seemed to contemplate his response, something the boy isn't really known for. When he spoke again, there was a soft wistful tone in his voice.

"I mean… Yeah man. He's out there protecting the town, protecting everyone here. He could be spending his afterlife getting fuckin' wasted on whatever ghost's have or having fun trashing the town like the rest of them but he doesn't."

Dash smiled at the table before continuing.

"He's literally a kid being a superhero. Like have you ever heard him during a fight? He's cracking jokes. He has mad dodging skills. And, oh man, have you ever heard him laugh or seen him smile? We don't see that very often but when we do…" Dash slumps further down in his chair and lets out a happy sigh, eyes filled with feelings for Phantom. For Danny. Who he's telling this all to right now.

Suddenly Dash let out a groan, and was rubbing his hand over his face and through his hair. Resting his head in his hands he began to speak. "Shit man… He's dead. Why am I so gone for someone who's dead?"

Danny was silent for a moment before speaking. "I mean, does it seem like he's dead?"

Dash lifted his head, eyes squinted to the left of Danny's head. "No. He doesn't seem like the other ghosts really."

"Then maybe there's more to him than being dead. Heh, maybe that's only half-a who he is."

Danny turned back to the book in front of him, oblivious to the squint Dash was sending towards the top of his head.

"Was that a pun?"

Danny looked up, finally seeing the suspicious gaze on Dash's face. Like Danny knew something he wasn't supposed to.

"Uh…"

Dash rested his chin in his hand, a thinking expression joining the squint on his face, before speaking again.

"Halfa. That's a word a lot of the ghosts like to throw around when they talk about him. I don't know why they don't call him Phantom. Everyone knows his name is-"

Dash stops and his eyes go wide. He looks at Danny.

"Phantom. Danny Phantom."

Dash begins turning the brightest shade of red, and thank heavens and everything above, Danny's ghost sense goes off and a crash can be heard down the hall from the library.

"Uh." Danny looks at the entrance and back at Dash. "I have to use the bathroom."

He gets up and runs to the door, but before Danny left, he could hear Dash's head thunk on their table, and a soft mumble.

"Danny Fenturd… Is Danny Phanturd?"