"Thank you for driving us to the theater, Mr. and Mrs. Fenton." I thank them.
My boyfriend and I are in their RV; we're in the backseat, both of our hands resting on the seat space between us, intertwined together.
"Please," Jack says, "call us the Phantoms! We are legally changing our last name to Phantom."
"So Danny can be one person now!" Maddie says happily.
"Are you okay with this?" I ask turning to my boyfriend.
He shrugs. "I have no choice." He sighs.
I smile and rest my head on his shoulder for the rest of the ride.
"If a ghost comes-" Maddie cautions when we get out of the RV.
"Yeah, yeah." Danny chuckles waving his parents away. "I know what to do."
Danny and I walk hand in hand to the entrance of the theater only to be mobbed by a million fan girls. They all surround Danny, making me let go of his hand.
"Hey, Danny," one of the fan girls says suggestively. Another one of the girls, Star, is hanging on his arm. "Do you want to hang out?"
Before I lose sight of Danny, I push through the fans and shove Star away from him. I take his hand again.
"Uh," I say like it's obvious, "he's mine!" I like saying that. I like to hear it coming out of my mouth instead of just hearing it in my mind.
"Heh heh," Danny chuckles. "Sorry, but there's only one girl for me."
When we finally get to our movie, Danny and I sit down in the middle of the rows of the red chairs.
The movie we're seeing is Goth Friends. My pick.
Danny just went because...well, we're dating and I made him.
He does the cheesy yawn thing and stretches his arm around the back of my chair in the beginning of the movie.
"Oh, please," I whisper, careful not to distract the people around us who are also watching the movie (other goths). "We're dating now. You don't have to do that."
"It's fun." Danny snorts.
"I'm tired of watching." I smile suggestively after a moment.
I feverishly grab onto Danny's black shirt (I told him to wear a black shirt because we're going to a goth movie) and pull him to my lips. He's frantic for a second but then he holds my neck and we're kissing.
He goes to my neck and I wrap my arms around his shoulders. I catch his lips again and slide my tongue into his mouth.
We kiss like that for about two minutes only to be interrupted by a stupid photographer who had his flash on. He snaps a photo of us kissing and we stop once.
"This is going on the first page of the newspaper!" the photographer announces.
"Do you have to put everything I do with Sam in the newspaper?" Danny groans, standing up from his seat. "I mean, come on! What's a guy gotta do to earn some privacy around here?"
It's been two years since the asteroid and Danny showing his secret identity to the world and everyone is still excited about us. The paparazzi has been taking pictures of everything me and Danny did and put them in the paper and on TV. I starting to think people are getting tired of the Sanny Watch-or at least I am. (The Sanny Watch is a whole TV show about about Danny and I.)
"Danny, it's okay," I laugh nervously. Danny is growling with glowing green eyes replacing his normal, soft blue ones. I guide Danny back down to his chair and as soon as I do, the paparazzi has their camera right up in our faces as we all watch the movie in silence and annoyance...well Danny and I are annoyed.