A/N: Uh... Sorry for the lack of updates, I've been having writer's block, and also trying to figure out how I can make my previous stories less absolutely terrible... Heh…

And I want some reviews last time, two hundred hits and only two reviews? You guys can do better than that.

Anyway, on with the story.

Pillows

Sam Manson was sitting on her bed, black sheets bunched around her feet, a discarded notepad and pencil on the floor. Her heavy combat boots stood by the door, light from the hazy Saturday afternoon filtering through the window and casting strange patterns around them and the rest of the room.

She lay back on the bed, closing her violet eyes, only to jerk upright at a light tapping sound coming from her window. Looking towards it she saw nothing, but the sound came again and she walked over and slid the frame upwards.

"You know Danny, you could just phase through."

A white haired, green eyed boy dressed in a black Hazmat suit materialised in front of her. "Yeah, but at least this way I don't get kicked in the shins." He spoke from experience, the last time he had simply appeared in Sam's room without warning, she'd tried to punch him, more out of reflex than anything else. And those combat boots were heavy.

"You have a point. What are you here for anyway? And why are you still in ghost form? You usually change back when you get inside."

"I'm recharging, my ghost form is losing loads of energy because I wasn't staying in it long enough to absorb the ambient power. At least I think that's what Jazz said. As for why I'm here, I was bored, and from the looks of things so were you. Algebra homework?"

"Yep."

"Ouch. You want to play videogames or something?"

"Sure, you set the game up, I'll get the popcorn."

A few minutes later the pair of them were sitting in a pile of cushions with half a bowl of popcorn, concentrating hard on the game. Sam won the final round and punched the air above her head, whooping. Danny threw a handful of popcorn at her.

Soon what had begun as a popcorn battle had escalated into a full blown pillow fight, both teens clambering over furniture, ducking and diving to avoid the feathery projectiles.

After a particularly loud yelp from Sam (Danny had used his ghost form to an advantage, pressing his icy hand against the back of her neck) the door was burst open by Jeremy and Pamela Manson, Sam's parents. Both combatants froze.

The sight that greeted the elder Mansons' eyes was strange to say the least, their daughter and the famous "Inviso-bill" standing facing each other holding pillows, the room completely trashed.

"…" Both Jeremy and Pamela stood stock still, ashen faced in the doorway.

Danny disappeared, pillow falling to the floor.

"SAMANTHA!"

"DANNY!"

The parents and daughter both yelled at exactly the same time, and it was hard to tell who was more furious.

A/N Okay, the ending stank, any ideas on how I can improve it? Review and tell me!