Ok, here's my NEW parody! I've been planning this one for a long time. Although, since I can only pick 2 genres. But this thing is many genres in one. So, here the whole thing. Humor/Romance/Parody. So, here ya go!
PhantomAL
Ghost Rider
Chapter 1
October 13th, 1990
(Danny's POV)
"Sam, I've been waiting to tell you this for a long time" I said, holding her hand.
"What?" she said, holding mine.
"Sam…I love you"
She put her soft, warm hand on my cheek.
"I love you too, Danny"
Our faces got closer and closer and closer, until…
…Dirty Deeds…DONE DIRT CHEAP! Dirty Deeds…DONE DIRT CHEAP!
My eyes suddenly snapped open to the blaring noise of AC/DC.
"Dammnit" I cursed under my breath. "Even in my dreams…"
Yes, I was in love with Sam, my best friend since kindergarten. And, these dreams have NOT been ending. Jesus, I can't even go 5 seconds without thinking about her. Plus, today was something very important. Something so important that I was stupid enough to set my alarm this early.
"6:00" I said grimly. "Why 6?"
My cell phone then rang. You see, I set my phone to ring different rings for different people. "It's All About the Pentiums" by "Weird AL" for Tucker, "Weird Science" by Oingo Boingo for my parents, and "She's A Rebel" by Green Day for Sam. Guess who it was?
"Hey, Danny" I heard a familiar female voice greet.
"Hey, Sam" I said, smiling. 'Why'd you call me this early?"
"You do know what day this is, right?" she asked.
"Thursday. My most hated of days. Why?"
"It's October 13th. If I remember things correctly, today's your 15th birthday."
MY BIRTHDAY! Holy crap, it is my birthday!
"Whoa, thanks Sam! I completely forgot. That's why I like you. You're always there to help"
I could almost feel the blush on her face from the other side of the line.
"Oh, come on" she said. "I'm not that smart and helpful"
"Lie" I said. "Can you imagine how life would be without you? Well, I actually went through that. Remember last year?"
"Yes, Danny" Sam said. "I remember. And I apologize for starting that fight."
"Sam, it's been 1 year. Besides, I'm the one who started it, by making you angry and obsessing about Paulina. Which is gonna change."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Think of it as MY present to YOU. I'm completely over Paulina. And I'm glad that I am."
"You did that for me?" she asked.
"Anything for you, Sam"
"Thanks, Danny" Sam said sweetly. "So, the party's still on for tonight, right?"
"Of course it is. You'll be there, right?"
"Aren't I always there?" she asked. "I'll be there after school to help prepare"
"Oh, come on Sam" I said. "You don't have to do that for me"
"I want to"
"Alright…" I said. "But my parents aren't gonna be home. So, don't blame me if they come home and find you here"
"Eh, all parents are the same. So, I'll see you at school?"
"Sure, see ya there. Bye."
"Bye, Danny. Happy Birthday"
I then heard a faint click on the other side of the phone. I then hang up.
Man, I'm so lucky to have a great friend like her. I thought.
I then got ready for school. Over the year, my look had somewhat changed. My hair had gotten longer, I've gotten taller, and I've quite grown physical wise. I went from being a scrawny 9th grader, to a 10th grader with a six-pack. Although I've caught the eyes of most of the girls, there was only one for me. After getting ready for school and daydreaming about Sam, an hour went past. Guess which task took longer?
I got on the bus and sat down. After like 5 minutes, I dozed off to la-la-land. Even though waking up at 6 was a little late for me, I was still tired and bushed from the extensive ghost fighting that went on the night before.
10 minutes went by, and I suddenly felt a presence near me. I opened one eye and saw the blurred vision of Sam.
"Hey" I said, half asleep.
"Hey" she said back. "Rough night?"
"You have NO IDEA" I said. "I think I'm in need of some help. Wanna trade places? I'll be the Goth, and you'll be the ghost kid?"
She laughed. She liked me because I made her laugh. Even the non-funny jokes made her laugh. I had a sneaking feeling that she liked me the same way back. But, I was just gonna wait for the right moment to let her know about my feelings.
"Not to sound mean," she said, "but you wouldn't be able to handle the pressure of being a Goth"
"Like what?" I said.
"Black clothes" she said.
"I can do that"
"Unhappy disposition of the world"
"I could handle that"
She then smiled evilly. "Dark poetry revealing life's dark truth"
I then widened my eyes.
"I'm not that creative" I said sheepishly.
"I win" she said. "You owe me a dollar"
"It's my birthday" I said. "Shouldn't you be giving me something?"
"You're right, Danny" she said. "How about I let you sleep the rest of the bus ride?"
"Thanks, Sam" I then went back to sleep. As I slept, I felt myself laying my head on Sam's shoulder. Instead of pushing me off herself, she laid her head on mine. I then felt my hand covered by hers.
If this is a dream, then I sure as hell wish it doesn't end.
Sure enough, all good things must come to an end. The bus stopped causing Sam and I to wake up. When we realized how close we were to each other, we blushed hard and got up and left.
Classes dragged on as usual. For some strange reason, I was depressed today. Of all days, my birthday, I was depressed. Sam kept asking me what was wrong, and I said that it was nothing, even though that she was the reason why. I was depressed because I loved Sam. Some people said that love can make you depressed at the beginning, but these feelings have been with me for almost 3 years. And here I am, still getting the full frontal of the depressed stage.
After the class ended, I just sat there while everyone else left. Mr. Lancer then walked over to me.
"Is something troubling you, Daniel?" he said.
I then took a deep breath and spoke.
"Do you ever say to yourself, 'this is the best I'm ever gonna do. This is the best I'm ever gonna look. This is the best I'm ever gonna feel", and it ain't that great?"
"Happy Birthday" Mr. Lancer said, like he knew where I was getting at.
"Thanks" I said.
"Now seriously, Daniel" he said. "What's on your mind? Family problems? Puberty? A girl?"
"Is it that obvious?" I asked.
"Yes it is" he said. "To 99 percent of the student body"
"Who's the other 1 percent?"
"Sam"
I then slumped down in my chair. "Well what should I do? If I tell her how I feel about her, that might ruin our friendship. I don't want that to happen."
"Don't worry about it" Mr. Lancer said. "Besides, I have a feeling in about a few days you'll know the right time to tell her."
"What happens in a few days?" I asked.
"You'll find out later" he said. "Now, I don't want you to be late for your next class. Hurry up."
As I walked out I looked back at Mr. Lancer.
"Thanks a lot" I said smiling.
"Hey, I went through the same things you're going through when I was your age"
"Not exactly" I said.
One clueless person down, an entire town to go…
School came and went, as usual. I went home with Sam, who agreed to help me to set up the party. While we walked home, our hands brushed together. We looked at each other and blushed. We made our way back to my house and got ready. Sam got the living room ready with the music and drinks. I got all the food ready. The final touch was to turn on the ghost shield around the house, so that there would be NO INTERRUPTIONS. And just for the record, Sam picked out some good music. R.E.M., Green Day, Good Charlotte, and even some "Weird AL" Yankovic. Yes, she was somewhat of a fan. I have no idea why.
A few hours later, people started to come over. We've invited everyone from our class. Now, while most of them did NOT come to the party because they liked me, but come ON! Who can resist FREE FOOD! Even Dash came. For some strange reason, he was actually pretty friendly to me. Come to think about it, I've barely seen him at all at the party.
I was sitting down enjoying the music and not being bullied by Dash, when Sam and Tucker came over.
"Some party, huh?" I said.
"Come on, Dan" Sam said. "At least enjoy your own birthday party"
"You know" I said. "I wish I could. But I've got a lot of stuff going on in my mind right now."
"Well" Tucker began. "I got you something to cheer you up"
Tucker got out a small rectangle shaped box. I opened it up and it revealed a large DVD box set.
"The complete Kevin Smith collection: from Clerks to Jersey Girl!" I said. "Thanks, Tuck"
"No problem" he said. "Now, I believe that it's Sam's turn to dish out the crap"
Sam elbowed Tuck in the stomach. She then handed me a large book. I opened it up and I saw pictures of Sam, Tuck, and I. Some of them were of just Sam and I which made me blush.
"Just something I've put together over the years" she said, blushing. "I even found the picture of the day you and I met"
I looked down and saw the picture of me and Sam when we were in kindergarten. She looked so cute back then. Then I looked at me. My pants were caught in a tree branch. I fell down and lost my pants. Even back then I was a klutz.
"This is awesome" I said. "Thanks, Sam."
"You're welcome" she said.
Almost out of nowhere, Paulina came up to us. And she looked worried.
"Danny" she said. "Have you seen Dash anywhere? He said he'd meet me here, and I haven't seen him all night"
"Well" I said. "I'm sure he'll turn up"
Paulina then walked away. She walked over to the closet to look for Dash. Sure enough…
"AHHH!" she squealed.
Everyone then turned their attention over to the closet. Inside was Dash… making out with another girl. Paulina grabbed Dash by the arm.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, jerk!" she screamed.
"Uh…I…well…" Dash stuttered.
"Hey mellow out" the girl said. "Dash said he needed to expand his horizons. And so he did."
I saw Dash with a look I've barely seen him use before: the look of knowing when you were in deep shit.
"Well" Paulina said. "I'm calling my father to let him know about this!"
I suddenly saw Dash with the look of anger.
"Yeah, call him!" he yelled. "He can discuss it with all the other Nazi's in your family!"
"I HATE YOU!" she screamed, running out the door.
"I HATE YOU MORE!" he yelled back at her. "IF HATE WERE LAND, I'D BE EUROPE!"
Dash then turned around to see a scared looking crowd of once-merry partygoers. Everyone stared at him with a shocked look on their faces.
"Let's bring out the cake" I said, trying to act cheerful.
Happy Birthday to me…
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Keep on keeping on
PhantomAL