A/N: So, for those of you who are following me as a writer: I apologize if you thought I died. I just couldn't find inspiration until now.
For the rest of you: I found out about Wes Weston, the Phandom's most famous OC. The one who showed up in the background of one episode of Danny Phantom and has more fans than some main characters.
I went and read other fanfictions I could find and thought his character may have been overly exaggerated. If someone in Amity Park has the ability to find out Danny's secret like that without seeing the transformation, then that person also must see the reasons why Danny would keep it a secret. Especially if he lives through a small piece of the hell that Danny would endure if his secret got out. So, I decided to make my own Wes Weston fanfiction to show what I think Wes should be like.
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom. Or Wes Weston.
Chapter 1: Forget What You've Heard
I'm Wes Weston, and if you've heard of me, you probably think I'm evil or you think Danny's evil. That's all wrong. I want you to forget what you've heard, or, at least most of it. I'll admit that I got angry at first, but I was always more perceptive than I let on. That's how I realized it was actually better that the rest of these jerks actually didn't know the truth.
This is my story.
-DP-
I groaned as I climbed the school's front steps. I thought it was just another Monday morning in Amity Park, but I was soo wrong. I was on my way to my locker to get my textbooks when I passed by a few girls in the Phan Club. They stopped talking when they saw me and looked at a picture of Phantom that one of the girls was holding and back up at me.
One of them walked up to me and asked, "Hey, did you know you look a lot like Phantom?" That was all it took and by Friday the talk of the whole school was me, Wes Weston, and how much I resembled the town hero. It was really getting on my nerves.
Lunch time rolled around and the A-Listers came over to make fun of me again.
"Hey, Phantom. How's it ghosting?" one of them asked. That was the moment that I snapped. I don't know if it was the name or the terrible pun, and I didn't care.
I stood up so fast and slammed my fists on the table. "Stop calling me Phantom! Other people look like him too! Like that Danny Fenton!" Everyone turned to look at him, and I saw the kid pale. At least, I'm pretty sure he paled. His skin was already so white it was hard to tell. Everyone just shrugged it off and turned back to me.
"Fenturd? That loser? He looks nothing like Danny Phantom," Dash said. "I should know. I actually met him in person."
Then Dash recounted his whole adventure. But the only thing I could think as I slumped back down in my seat was: Why Fenton? Why did I call Fenton's name out? What puzzled me is that the more I thought about it, the more I realised something else. Fenton didn't just look similar to the famous Ghost Kid, he looked almost identical. And not to mention their names were creepily similar too.
I'm not the kind of person who would stalk someone else. I didn't follow the guy around, figure out his schedule, or eavesdrop on his conversations. But I couldn't help watching him closely when he was around. He seemed so closed off around most people, often making up excuses at seemingly random times to leave class.
I noticed that it wasn't completely random though. He would leave just before a ghost attack. Every time. He knew when one was going to happen somehow. Why leave though? It was strange. The only people he opened up around were his friends. Sam and Tucker was it? Yeah, that sounds right.
Time went by and I was always so deep in thought that whenever people called me Phantom I wouldn't even notice. They got tired of my nonchalant attitude and rarely ever brought it up.
I don't know how long I spent trying to figure out the mystery that was Danny Fenton, but the answer finally presented itself. It was a Saturday and I went to the school because I had forgotten my gym bag the day before. I was on my way out when I saw Phantom crashed through the ceiling of the hallway ahead of me.
Common sense told me I should hide, so I ducked around the corner and watched as he fought a very dangerous looking robot ghost. Phantom's opponent was pretty tough and when Phantom finally sucked him up, what he said really surprised me.
"After coming to school for five days each week, I envisioned spending my Saturday by not coming to school. I wish these ghosts would just give me a break so I could actually do my homework at home."
Phantom is a student? I thought. Then it clicked. Phantom isn't just any student. He's Danny. Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom aren't just similar. They're the same. But what should I do now that I know? I wondered to myself.
A/N: I just realized this is the first fanfiction I've done in first person point of view . . .
Guess it doesn't matter.