A/N: Hi my name is emily and I love oc's, and also ive been in love with danny phantom since i was about 13. its nice to meet everyone and im sorry in advance. i write self indulgent nonsense to satisfy myself. This is 27 pages in a word document so i guess its time to post it, im trying that like 3 decade old 100 theme challenge everyone was doing in like 2013. oops. welcome to oc hell and also im sorry.

1: 'Introductions':

"So uh, you're new here huh?"

The comment came out as a question of the boy who had been chosen by the principal of Casper High to show Petra around. She looked up from her bright red fingernails to the boy with a smile. It was an obvious question. She was new. Her family had moved from the west coast, and she had showed up to the little High School in Minnesota in a pair of leggings and an over-sized army jacket thinking she would blend into the scenery. She had been wrong. With the olive green jacket hanging casually off her shoulder, she had walked into the front office and immediately became the center of attention. The small town seemed to be stuck in a limbo and though she had entered the office quietly, she stuck out more than she had ever intended.

"Er, are you Petra? We've been expecting you. Wait here and we'll call someone to show you around okay?" The secretary looked up from the computer at her desk and peered over her glasses at the girl.

And so, sitting alone in the front office of a new school, is how she had met her guide for the day. He was pale, with a shock of dark messy hair and the palest blue eyes she had ever seen. She stood and waved quickly. Immediately she noticed a presence about him, but it slipped by when he smiled awkwardly and ran his hands through his hair. The principal handed him her schedule and the locker number and combination before he had opened the door for her and lead her into the hallway.

They hadn't made it far. In fact they had stopped at her locker and she leaned up next to him against the cool steel. She gave him a half smile as he tried to back track out of the obvious question he had blurted out when they stopped. Her thin nervous hands pulled her dark brown braid over her shoulder before nodding to the locker he was struggling to open for her. In one hand he held the combination on a little piece of paper and with the other he was twirling the lock. He turned to her with an incredulous look when she laughed at his question again.

"I can't open my locker, I have a guide for the day and I'm holding a map of a school with one building. All signs point too yes, wouldn't you agree?" Her voice was teasing and quiet. "Mr. Danny Fenton."

"Yeah stupid question, I get it thank you." He rolled his pale blue eyes but there was a smile on his face. "You know, I could leave you on your own and you would have no idea how to get around." His voice was light and he narrowed his gaze at her. "You would be lost without me. You better be thankful I'm here at all. Being seen with a new kid is social suicide, after all."

Petra decided she liked this boy. He was easy to talk to and was obviously keen on sarcasm. "Social suicide? I'm the most stylish person this school has ever seen. But, I doubt one day with me will hurt your chances to get back in with the popular kids." She paused and he laughed again. "Also I do have a map, you know. I think I might manage alone."

The locker popped open and he grinned. "You might be able to, but I still have your schedule."

The brunette feigned hurt before she giggled. "Well then, Mr. Fenton, it would appear you have to suffer through this day of social suicide. It seems you're stuck with me." She said with a dramatic tone that made him laugh again as he set the books she wouldn't be using into her locker for her. "Would you be so kind to direct me to my first classroom?" She held out a hand to the hallway. Her ringed fingers wiggled at the packed space, where students waited for the bell to ring and talked quietly in small groups.

He blinked a few times before a grin lit his face. "Oh my mistake. Please come with me." They took a few steps down the hall before he cleared his throat and the teasing sarcastic tone slipped a little bit. "You know, its kinda nice having someone new around here though. It seems like we've all known each other forever, a new face is nice. Someone who doesn't know everything about this place and everyone you know? Anwyay.. Your first class today is… Science. Which is this way.."

The day dragged by slower than the freckled brunette could have ever imagined. Classes on classes on classes. Each time she was put in front of the entire class of strangers and she introduced herself over and over and over before settling in the back of the classroom and having people stare at her on and off for the next fifty or so minutes. Somehow Danny found her outside of each of her classrooms. He would always be leaning against the wall just outside the door, with his fingers fidgeting nervously with his schedule and his pale eyes watching the hallway. He held out a copy of her schedule before he would escort her through the halls to the next class of the day.

"You beat me out again Danny." She ran her hands through her bangs. "You must leave class early every time."

"No you just have to stick around extra for all those books."

"Touche." She muttered as he took the pile of text books from her. "Thanks. I'm getting tired."

"Almost done. Then we get to do it all tomorrow. Come on, let's stop off at your locker and there's some good news. Looks like, we'll have at least one class together." He grinned, waving the tiny piece of paper in the air. "

"I can't wait. And what class might be, Mr. Fenton?" She snatched it from him. Interaction had grown natural in the matter of a couple of hours, she was grateful for the lapse in the awkward stage between acquaintance and friend. She squinted at the crumpled paper he had been fidgeting with all day.

"English." He said, rather anticlimactically.

"Well lead the way then."

2. '67%':

A week had passed since Petra had transferred into Casper High school. She had settled into a somewhat normal routine. Danny the pale boy with the pale eyes, had invited her to sit with him and his friends on that first day for lunch. She was grateful, but told him it wasn't necessary. He insisted and she had been nervous but he had promised her that his friends were sort of losers and she would fit right in. The almost insult had immediately eased the tension and she laughed as they walked into the lunchroom with her bag lunch clutched in nervous hands.

"Always with the sarcasm." She had bumped his hip with a friendly laugh.

"Sarcasm sure." He held out a hand towards the table where his friends sat at the back corner of the lunchroom. "That's something I'm really good at."

The boy's friends were nice. Petra wasn't sure what to make of them when she had first sat down and introduced herself. Sam, a goth straight out of an after school special from 1997 had deadpan stared at her and hardly said anything when she sat down and introduced herself. And Tucker was techno geek who was overly confident, had immediately tried to flirt with her, which Danny shut down fairly immediately before he sat down next to her on the opposite side of the table as the other tow. After a few awkward minutes, she decided she liked them enough. They were nice and Sam was clever and easy to talk to after she warmed up a little bit and Tucker was charismatic and funny. Petra usually caught up on reading during lunch regardless, so having a small group of friends to sit with was only a nice perk. She noticed quickly though sitting with the group that weren't quite the nerds and weren't quite the jocks earned her a shift in social hierarchy. The sporty cheerleaders mostly ignored her after she sat down that day and the jocks started whispering among themselves. She was still the weird new kid too, so to have settled into a group made her the topic of discussion she assumed.

It was a Wednesday, exactly a week and a day since she had moved to Amity Park. She had sat down before Danny was there, it was weird that he wasn't there to meet her outside of her math class which had become the norm but she was able to find herself to her locker and then to the lunchroom without incident so she was sure Danny would be proud. However, sitting down before he was there meant a somewhat awkward silence with Tucker who was playing a game on his PDA. The normal amount of chatter whenever the new kid entered a room rippled around the lunchroom as she slipped into the seat beside him, wishing that Danny had been there with her so she didn't hear the ripple of gossip about her that had hushed the lunchroom. She pulled out her English homework, a highlighter and her bag lunch and gave him a friendly smile.

"So, uh. Where did you move from again?" Tucker asked after a long moment.

Her lips found the bright yellow straw of the Capri Sun she had pulled out of her lunch-bag. "California. San Francisco." She set her chin in her hand. "Ever been?"

"Nah. Never really left the area before." He eyed her through his thick rimmed glasses. "Your family dragged out here huh? It's different here then a lot of places. Far from home too. Do you, uh, like it out here or is it pretty bad?"

"Yeah my dad's foreman for construction stuff. He got moved out here for land development of something." Petra tucked the highlighter behind her ear and turned her full attention to the boy, her friend she guessed. She shrugged in a half answer to his question. "It's okay I guess. I miss home, there's a completely different vibe out here. I don't know exactly what to think of it yet. But how is this place different exactly?"

Tucker shrugged. "Haven't you heard? This is the most Haunted city in America. Ghosts and monsters and stuff pop up here all the time." He paused as she scoffed at him. "Laugh all you want. When you see one than you'll be running back here telling me how wrong you are. You know, we have a superhero here too." He waggled his eyebrows at her.

She hesitated. "Amity Park has a superhero?"

"Tucker." Sam hissed before he had the chance to continue. She cut him off when she dropped her lunch tray on the table beside him. Her salad bounced and a tomato rolled off the plate. "We don't talk about that. You should know better than that. If he wanted her to know he would have told her by now."

"What Sam." He mimicked her tone. "I was just telling her the kind of stuff that happens around here. There's nothing wrong with that. Besides she's gonna see him eventually anyway. Don't see the harm in telling her he exists."

"Oh sure ghosts and monsters and superheroes? Why didn't I think of it before. I totally believe you" Petra took another drink of her juice. "Whatever you say."

Sam gave her a strange look. "You haven't heard about any of that stuff yet?"

"Why, it's not true is it?"

Sam's expression changed minutely. She had been sure Tucker was lying but the way Sam never joked about anything nearly made her force the goth to tell her everything she knew. But, before Petra could ask any more questions Danny appeared at her side and sank into the cold bench with a half groan, half sigh. He looked even paler than usual, with heavy deep circles under his eyes. Like he hadn't slept at all the night before. He raked his hands through his messy hair before he gave them all a smile and leaned his chin into his palms.

"Oh man, are you okay? You look really tired Danny." She muttered and set a hand on his arm.

"Yeah, yeah.. I guess I probably do. It was a long night. I'm running at roughly 67% right now." He jumped a little at the contact then waved her away. He stole a glance at Tucker and Sam, who both cringed. She didn't miss the steely look that passed over his eyes.

"Okay. If you say so." She turned her attention back to homework and returned the Caprisun to her mouth.

"I, er, just meant I don't sleep a lot. Don't worry about me." Danny piped in after an awkward moment of silence. He set a hand on her shoulder when the pair sitting across the table cringed a second time. "I promise. I just don't sleep a lot. That's all it is."

"I won't worry then." Petra didn't look up from her reading.

3. "Obsession":

Petra had finally finished unpacking all the books and clutter into her room. It had been almost a month since her family's move into Amity Park. She was getting the weirdness now, weird monsters and the ghostly super hero who protected them in the middle of the night. It was enough to get her interested in the ins and outs of ghost hunting. She hadn't seen any of it personally but she was starting to hear stories about it all.

"These terrible shows don't look anything like the ghosts that I've heard about around here." She was telling her younger brother Carter.

"Mmhm." He said absentmindedly. The seventh grader was laying on her bed working on some homework and listening to her ramble about ghosts.

"They're more like monsters, really. And that superhero-"

"You mean the GhostKid?"

Petra spun around in her chair and gave her brother a curious look. "Is that what they call him?"

"Yeah haven't you asked your friends? Apparently he keeps the town safe. White hair, green eyes, all that shit. He flies and he can turn invisible. He's so badass. Everyone at school is obsessed with him."

"Language. They didn't want to talk about him but sure they mentioned him I guess." She didn't turn away from her computer screen as she typed in a new search to the bar. The search yielded some blurry pictures of the slim white haired boy. She tried to search more information but there just wasn't any. A bunch of random sightings and some crackpot theories about his identity. "Do your friends know anything else about him?"

Carter looked up. "What you gonna try and find him? I heard he sorta likes to lurk around the graveyard at night. Apparently ghosts like that kind of stuff."

"I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or not." She clicked around a bit longer before, without thinking twice bought an EVP detector from a hokey website. She leaned back in the chair and crossed her arms across her chest. "Maybe I'm just crazy, but I might be buying into the ghost hunting nonsense."

Her brother paused for a minute, giving her some serious thought. "No you're crazy. Or maybe you want a chance with the GhostKid? All the girls at school want to hook up with him." He made a few kissing noises before collapsing back on her bed in a fit of giggles.

"Shut up. Do your homework."

4. "Help":

Petra had a decent Friday at school. Her new friends were always easy to talk to but she still hadn't had the courage to ask them what else they knew about the ghost boy. It seemed like a taboo topic and Sam and Tucker always got shifty and awkward when she brought it up. She had been too embarrassed to tell them about her brand new EVP detector in her backpack. As usual, Danny walked her home after the final bell had rung. They waved bye to Tucker and Sam when they walked in the opposite direction they were both headed.

"So. It's good to see you're settling in nicely." He tucked his hands into his pockets and turned to her.

"Yeah I mean I guess you could say that." She looped her thumbs through the straps on her canvas backpack. "Getting curious about local lore, and struggling with homework. The usual stuff when you move to a new town. Haunted town. Whatever."

"Local lore?" He half cringed half smiled. A laugh slipped through the expression. "What exactly have you heard?"

"Sure the ghosts and stuff? I guess I didn't know how big those things were around here." She leaned a little closer to him and lowered her voice. She grabbed his shirt to stop him from walking. "Heard you guys have your very own superhero too. You didn't tell me any of that." She grinned.

The cringe got darker. "Oh you heard that too?"

"Sure my little brother told me. Apparently this ghost kid likes to hang out in the graveyard, isn't that spooky? Why didn't you tell me about the ghosts Danny? Didn't you know I'm totally into all those shitty ghost hunting shows?" She took one long step in front of him and stopped him again. His pale eyes met hers after a little roll. "I even bought one of those EVP detectors from one of those hokey websites. We should together,.. er. Do you want to go out ghost hunting with me? I mean I bet it's all bullshit anyway but we could hang out anyway. I mean that would be so much fun. Hanging out together. So what do you say? Will you help me?" She struggled to pull her backpack around in front of her chest. She pulled out the little detector and he glanced at it with his eyebrows furrowed.

"Can't we hangout somewhere other than a graveyard? You don't have to bribe me with ghost hunting to hang out. Besides I don't really buy into the whole ghost hunting stuff. My parents are.."

"Are?"

Danny started walking again. "Yeah, they're kinda paranormal scientists."

"No kidding? Why didn't you mention that before? I bet you're so sick of all of it."

"You really have no idea." He kept walking quickly and tried to change the subject but failed. "I don't, er I mean I didn't really believe in ghosts until there started being more ghost sightings in the area. It, yeah it gets old pretty fast when you grew up second to ghost science and you're hearing about it all the time every day. Ecto-blasters, and gadgets and the Ghost Zone. That's why I didn't tell you. I didn't want you to think I was weird."

"Too late." She winked up at him and he rolled his eyes.

"This one's you right?" Danny nodded over to the old brick house they had stopped in front of. "I'm just around the corner. The one with the big sign on it, Fenton Works." He mimed a sign in front of his face. "It's pretty hard to miss. You know, if you need anything.."

"Yeah I remember." She hopped up on the first step, but paused and spun back to face him. She wasn't quite ready to get back to her parents yet so she snagged his shirt again to keep him there. "Hey, so do your friends like me? Sometimes I feel like I'm intruding on you guys."

He pulled a weird face and ran a hand through his wild hair. He turned. "What kinda question is that? Of course they like you. Sure we've all been friends forever but you don't have to worry about intruding okay? I'll see you tomorrow okay?" He turned and started walking again.

Petra bit her lip before she called after him. "Hey so that's a maybe on the ghost hunting though right?"

He turned and laughed loudly. "Stay away from the ghosts! You hear me? I'm not kidding."

"Maybe you could make me."

He laughed again but didn't stop walking.