Okay, first fanfic here. I'm new to this site-well, writing at least, so if I have any errors please tell me so I can work them out. I hope this isn't so terrible.
Danny's point of view
School. I was terrified. My parents said even though I saved the world I still have to go to school. Super heroes need an education. Ghost or not. I didn't get so much as a wink of sleep. It was now 5:30 in the morning and I was still laying sleepless in my bed, to nervous to calm my anxiety.
School. Oh no. What would people say? Would I become popular or even more of a social out cast? Would Dash still try to shove me in a locker, or perform his usual humiliating pranks on me? I have no clue. Oh, well. I still have Sam and Tucker. And Sam. . .
I thought back to that fake-out make-out in the bushes, when Valerie found us and said " I always knew you two losers would end up together." Did they really know that? And hey, we were NOT losers. Okay, maybe we seem sort of like geeks, but I really could not care less. But now it's probably going to be freaks. . . What with the whole world knowing my secret.
It was all over Amity Park. Danny Fenton, the unpopular social outcast of Casper High, was the towns hero Danny Phantom. Who knew? And what would I be now? Would Danny Phantom Still be looked at the same way? Or would my alter ego be treated the same way Danny Fenton was? Or vise versa? Or would I just be the Great Savior of the World who came up with the completely obvious solution to save us all from being floating remains out in space. And from world domination. I wonder where Vlad is now?
" Danny!" my mother called from the other side of my bedroom door, " Time for school! Wake up!"
I groaned in response to her opening my door, shedding light into my dark room from the hallway. I pulled my covers over my head as she flicked on my room light.
" Come on Danny! You should be exited! The worlds hero!" she exclaimed.
" You're forgetting the whole social outcast of Casper High thing. I don't thing I'm going to be praised. I'm going geek to freak as soon as I walk through the schools doors." I told her.
" Oh honey, you don't really believe that, do you?" She asked.
" Yes." I stated honestly. The horrors of High school.
" You are going to be just fine. Now get up. Or your going to be late."
" I'm always late!" Ghost fighting! Sleeping in. Sleep. . . That sounded really good right now, I hadn't really noticed. My mind was very preoccupied by thoughts of today.
" Not today!" she said cheerily. She pulled the covers of my face to look at me. " I made breakfast. It's waiting downstairs now."
I relented. I was hungry. I watched as she left the room. Staring into nothing for a minute, before heading to the bathroom to get ready.
Sams point of view
I stared at my face in the mirror. I had bags under my eyes from lack of sleep. I quickly covered them up with pale make up. Tracing my eyes with dark eye liner and applying purple eye shadow and lipstick. I smiled to myself. Perfectly goth. I looked the same as I did any other day. Because of course today is no different than any other day. Right. We had school today. And they knew.
Everybody at Casper High knew that Danny Fenton was Danny Phantom. Actually, the whole world knew that. He was a celebrity. And he still wanted to be with me. I was sure every girl was probably drooling at the prospect of going out with Danny Phantom. A lot of them even had shrines in their locker of him. Including Paulina. Who Danny used to have a major crush on. And I was sure she would try and use her beauty to get to him. But I knew all she wanted the Phantom part. The hero of the world and Savior of Amity Park, not the Fenton part, the loser of Casper High and one of the top failing students. He's smart, but Ghost fighting sure does take his time.
Despite how I looked on the outside, I was a complete mess of emotions on the inside. And too many emotions was againts my gothic ways. So I shoved them aside. Ignore all anxiety. My feelings for Danny already override the charts. I don't need more to add.
I put on a cheery face at the though of Danny. At least he would be there today. He wouldn't skip and leave me and Tucker to fend off the questions by ourselves, would he?
Slowly the smile crept off my face as I realized the great possibility that he might not want to go to school. He was creative when he wanted to get out of something. Like school. But still. I knew his mother and sister would make sure he went today.
I was distracted from my thoughts by my parents.
" Samantha! Are you ready hon? It's time for another big day!" they shouted, pounding on my door. I opened up and, ignoring them, simply grabbed my bag and made my way to the front door. " And Samantha, we ask you stay away from that Ghost freak alright? You don't have to be in the middle of him or his families strangeness. And we ask you please stop dating him immediately, his strange ghostly ways will for sure get you into trouble. I've always known he was a bad influence. I'm telling you Sammy-kins, stay away from that creature he's- " I slammed the door as I walked out. Muttering about stupid parents. Like they thought I was going to listen to them!
Tuckers point of view
Late! I was late! But I guess my new mayorly issues were made up for by the new PDA I got. It was already time to be IN the school, putting my stuff in my locker by now! I wonder if Danny and Sam notice I'm not there yet. It's kinda weird when your two best friends are dating. But they were heading in that direction for the longest time now. Finally maybe Danny won't be so clueless. But of course, that's wishful thinking.
I made it to the school just as the first bell rang. Hurriedly I emptied my stuff in my locker. As I slammed it shut the only thing on my mind was finding Danny. But I was surprised to see a girl there as I turned around. Oh, boy! Here's my chance! I cleared my throat.
" Hey there, my names Tucker Foley. And you are?"
" Oh my gosh! You know Danny Phantom! Do you mind giving me his phone number?" she asked. Of course. Girls using me to get to Danny. The Famous world hero. I sighed.
" He has a girlfriend." I told her, walking towards Danny's locker, which was, unsurprisingly, crowded by tons of people. " Coming through, Danny's best friend here people!" I shouted. They ignored me. I pushed my way through the crowd and saw Danny pushed against his locker by all the people.
" Tucker!" he exclaimed when he saw me, " Have you seen Sam?"
" No." I shouted back. Sam wasn't with him? I watched as Paulina of all people screeched and clawed her way towards Danny.
" Danny, why are you with her when you can be with me? I love you Danny! You are mine! We are meant for each other!" Paulina screamed. Danny looked on the verge of throwing up. I watched him disappear. . . Literally. I felt something grab my arm and suddenly I wasn't there anymore. He pulled us around the corner where we saw Sam, sitting alone on a bench. She looked sulky.
" Hey." Danny and I said at the same time. Sam looked up.
" How did you make it through the crowd?" She asked
" Danny actually had to turn us intangible, can you believe it?" I said.
" Yeah, I believe it. That's why I decided to stay out of that mess in the first place- oh look, here they come." she said sourly.
" Danny Phantom!" Dash Baxter said with a strange note of confusion mixed with awe in his voice. " Fenton, you little twerp, you can't be Danny Phantom! He's cool and you're. . ."
" What am I, Dash?" Danny asked. " Because I'm pretty sure you weren't about to say something nice." his palm glowed green.
" No, no! I mean your just so different. Because I never would have thought you would ever save us from ghosts or anything. Don't you know that everyone thought you were a geek? Why would you save us?" Dash asked.
" Because it's the right thing to do." his palm returned to normal.
" Daaany!" Paulina screamed. " I love you ghost boy!"
Sam stood up. She look like she wanted to punch the preppy bitch in her face. Paulina noticed. " Oh, what do you want you little goth freak?" she sneered. " Danny will dump you in an instant for me." she fanned her face with her hand.
" Oh, I don't think so Paulina." Danny said. " Why would anyone want someone as shallow as you?" he glared at her. " And you do not call my girlfriend a freak. If you have to bully someone, call me the freak."
" Oh, Danny you don't mean that." Paulina said.
" I think I do." he said before he grabbed Sam's hand and towed her away from the crowd. I decided not to follow. Given them some room.
The final bell rang as I rushed off to class. The crowd immediately dispersed as soon as Danny was out of sight. I say down in my usual seat for first hour, making sure to save room for Danny and Sam. I'm sure people would love it if the famous world wide hero sat by them. Too bad they treated Fenton so badly before he became Ghost Boy. Their loss.
Danny walked in hand in hand with Sam, immediately the class started screaming.
" Danny! Come sit with me!"
" I will have your children!"
" I love you Danny!" Paulina.
" What's your phone number?"
" Why are you with that weird goth?" THAT one earned a serious glare. The girl shrank back in her seat.
" Thanks for saving our seats Tuck." Danny said, relieved.
" No problem." I leaned back. For once, I wasn't glad the teacher wasn't here yet. The screeching continued. A few people started coming over here to get a closer look or something.
" Hey!" Danny shouted. Everyone went quiet. " Look, I could really use some peace and quiet right now. I didn't come to school to be harassed with questions and comments. I don't need any of this. I'm Danny Fenton, the loser remember? I don't want all this attention. So please SHUT UP!" he glared at Paulina who had just opened her mouth, probably to make another declaration of love towards Danny. Only a few seconds passed.
" Danny," Paulina cooed, " I've loved you secretly as Fenton AND Phantom for as long as I can remember. That's why I was always do mean to you! I wanted you to notice me!" She continued to squeak out these lies.
" Right. I don't care." Danny spat back bitterly. He was being unusually harsh, but I could understand where he was coming from. Paulina didn't mean a word she said. She only wanted fame and popularity. And Phantom. Not the real human Danny Fenton. He knew that.
The buzz of loud voices started again, people who'd never spoken as much as a word to Danny were spouting questions at him rapid fire. Everything from I love you to what's your favorite color. Danny put his head on his desk and closed his eyes tightly. Not answering a single one. I could tell he really didn't want the attention.
Sam looked pretty irritated too. Her eyebrows were pushed together as she glared at everyone shouting at her boyfriend. I felt sort of bad for her. As soon as she got Danny there were a million people trying to take him away. But I knew it was in vain, Danny and Sam really had something going between them. I've always known they would end up together. And I have a feeling it would take a lot to separate them.
" Well, well class, what's with all the noise? Ah, our hero Danny Phantom, well students, I please ask you to face the front and stop this unholy chatter at once." Mr. Lancer said. People slowly started to stop with their ridicules questions aimed at my best friend. Lancer waited with a pained expression. " Well now children, before we begin today's glorious lessen on Shakespeare, I'd like to personally thank Amity Parks infamous Danny Phantom for keeping this town safe from ghosts. Also for saving the world. So, Danny, even though your grades could be better and you could frequent class more often, I have to say you are one good kid." Wow. All that praise from Mr. Lancer.
Danny cleared his throat. " Your welcome?"
Lancer sighed. " On with the lesson. Midsummers nights dreams. . ."
Sam's point of view
I can't believe this! All these girls fawning over Danny? Can't they see he's taken? I feel like any moment I might snap. These fan girls are getting on my nerves. Especially Paulina. That bitch. Oh, here she comes now. Coming over to 'talk' to Danny at our lunch table, which was currently crowded by rabid fans of the Ghost Boy. Danny kept his place though. Tucker sat on one side of him, currently attempting to flirt with some of the girls. A few were actually interested for a change. Might have something to do with the fact that he's now mayor. I sat on Danny's other side, firmly gripping his hand under the table, ignoring all the stares and focusing on my salad.
" Oh, Danny, I was wondering if you were ready to dump the goth for a real girl, like me." Paulina was saying.
" That's it!" Danny said. " Paulina, do you get the message? I don't like you! I have a girlfriend, and I'm perfectly happy. I want nothing to do with you. Understand?"
Paulina pretended to wipe a tear. " On our wedding night you will tell me how much you regretted saying that! You will beg me to tell you that I love you. You will wish you would have listened to me all along! I swear!" she got louder with each word. Danny simply rolled his eyes. He started to get up, pulling me up with him.
" Come with me." he whispered in my ear, his lips very briefly coming in contact with my skin. He turned to Tucker. " Can you hold off the fan girls?" he asked.
" Oh don't worry, the ladies love me already!" he stated enthusiastically. Danny nodded and let me out of cafeteria, around to a deserted hallway for some peace. I could hear Paulina screaming something about how she loved him or whatever in the background, but that didn't matter. His lips silenced my thoughts. I felt his hand twist in my hair, the other around my waist, which my shirt had exposed. He pulled me close to him, his mouth securely attached to mine. I wound my fingers in his hair, pressing my tongue against his bottom lip, which he pushed into my mouth. I felt heated all over my body, wherever he touched me. He quietly sighed. He pulled his face away from mine for a moment so we could catch our breath. He encircled me in his arms, leaning against the wall whilst I leaned on him. I looked up at his powdery blue eyes.
" I can't stand this." I told him. " Do you hear Paulina shouting on about how you're 'meant for each other?' And all those girls that are probably devising plans to get you to say yes to them? I can't even count how many people have declared their love to you today. Half of them were Paulina." He smiled a little. He reached up to pull my face to his again, quickly pressing his lips to mine.
" You sound a little jealous." he smirked. He kissed me again, letting his lips trail down my neck to my collar bone, and quickly back up to my mouth.
" No, I'm not jealous!" I disagreed as he pulled away.
" Not now." he murmured as he kissed the top of my head. He reached for my hand. Intertwining our fingers together. I leaned against his chest, which I had noticed was getting pretty built. Must be the Ghost fighting.
Of course, all perfect moments have to be ruined.
" Hey! There's Fenton and The goth making out!" Dash said, beckoning everyone over. I sighed in frustration.
" I guess our moment of peace is over, Sam. Here comes the storm." Danny said. Sure enough we were crowded again in an instant. I pulled away, keeping only his hand.
" Here's the thing Fenton," Dash began," I'm not gonna shove you in a locker right now, but only if turn into that Ghost Boy form thing. I wanna see you do it. Right now I'm not entirely convinced its actually you. This might all be a huge joke of some sort, so prove it! "
" Prove it!" more voices echoed. Here goes. . .
" I don't have to prove anything to anyone Dash, it doesn't matter what you think. You would believe how much I really don't care or want your attention. I just want to be alone right now." Danny glared at him.
" What!?" Dash cried. " Alright. You chose locker!" he reached and opened the locker behind him, grabbing Danny by his shirt and quickly throwing him in and locking it in one movement, like he was some sort of pro. I glared at him.
" Oh, you wanna be next goth girl?" he sneered.
" You wouldn't dare." I seethed.
" Ohhh, scary!" he taunted and reached for me, only to have someone grab his arm and flip him backwards into to wall with a loud slam. Danny had gone ghost and phased out of the locker. People cheered.
" Dash, I swear if you touch, or even threaten my girlfriend again I'm going to haunt your dreams, it's an actual ability I have, but if you want to go far enough to test me, go for it, I will feel no remorse when I kick your ass to the other side, do you hear me?" Danny demanded. Dash was huddled against the wall.
" Ye-yes, yes! I'm sorry Phantom! I think you're really cool!" Dash stuttered out.
" Oh and Dash," Danny paused to change back to his human form, the glowing white rings traveling both directions from his midsection, " I'm the same person still, understand?" he looked Dash in the eye.
" I told you Fenton. I got it." Danny rolled his eyes. He grabbed my hand.
" Let's find Tucker before my fan girls overwhelm him. I'm sure he's not used to all the attention from girls." he grinned.
Tucker's point of view
Wow! I sure wasn't used to all this attention. I think a few of these girls might actually like me! I'm so lucky! I've already made plans to go eat at the Nasty Burger with Valerie, didn't she go out with Danny once? I hope that Danny and Sam get time to go out alone together without me for once, I'm sure they've never been on an actual date together. And I'll be sure to make the most of every precious second I spent out tonight. Oh, here comes Danny, he looks kinda smug and irritated at the same time. Wonder why? I pulled out my PDA as Danny started to shoo away all the screaming girls. New level on my game! Sweet! Life can't be better right now!
" So Tuck, have fun while I was gone or no?" Danny asked.
" I got a date." I announced proudly. He raised his eyebrows and smiled.
" Congrats, who is she?"
" Umm... Valerie actually." I said, they did date once didn't they?
" Yeah, she's nice." he sounded like he was going to say more, but just then his ghost sense went off, the blue mist dissipating quickly. " Not now!" he groaned but stood up,
" Going Ghost" he said. Everyone cheered.
" Beware! I am the Box ghost! I control all box like containers- omph!" Danny smashed him with an ecto blast. I tossed him the thermos out of my bag. The usual. He quickly took care of the weakest ghost ever, aka, the Box ghost.
" Piece of cake." Danny capped the thermos.
" Danny! You saved me! That's so romantic!" Paulina gasped. Danny looked disgusted.
" I didn't do it for you Paulina, I did it to get rid of that annoyance called the Box ghost." Danny told her.
" Oh, you say that now. . . "
" Yeah," Danny said sarcastically," I know. On our wedding night I'm going to take it all back won't I?" heavy sarcasm.
" He's finally starting to understand!" Paulina squeaked.
Danny rolled his eyes as the bell rang, nobody left the cafeteria. They were waiting for Danny. He noticed. He sat down on the bench next to our table, changing back to human. He put his head in his hands. " I'm not going anywhere people," he called," I'm resting after my extremely difficult ghost fight. Go on to class." was there a hint of more sarcasm?
The crowd eventually started to disperse, leaving us three in the lunch room alone. Danny sighed heavily.
" I don't think I can take much more of the paparazzi." Danny moaned.
" I know man, but I'm sure it'll calm down in a few weeks. It'll come bearable." I reassured him quickly.
" I just want to be left alone." Danny said simply.
" Come on, it'll be alright, what did you expect when you saved the world? When you saved the town countless times?" I asked.
" I don't know, I never should have revealed myself. It's just when my parents called me out I knew it was going to leak anyway. "
" It will get better Danny." Sam spoke. " Trust me." he smiled at her.
" I do trust you. It everyone else I don't." he leaned closer to her, their lips meeting.
" Will you not do that when I'm here!" I exclaimed, " Please?"
They pulled away almost instantly, blushing deep red and looking away.
" We should get to class." Sam said sort of awkwardly.
" Yeah" Danny and I both said in the same tone.
Danny's point of view
In my one class without either Sam or Tucker, it dragged. I had to sit next to Paulina of all people. Great. This was perfect. Not. I pretended like I was interested in the lecture. Trying to ignore the stares and whispered and most of all the obnoxious bitch sitting next to me. Why did I ever like her? Oh, right. Only because she was pretty. In my opinion, Sam was more beautiful than she could ever be. Sam had inner beauty. She had individuality. I loved the way she was. There was no one else that could I could ever feel the same way about. And here Paulina was flirting with me. I was ignoring her attempts. She was so shallow. I can't believe some of her comments. She must have been kidding about me begging her to say she loved me on our wedding night. She can't actually believe I would really want to marry her or anything else. But, then again, she's never been turned down before me. I don't think she knows what it means when a guy says no to her.
" Danny, guess what." Paulina giggled to me.
" You've finally realized I don't like you, and that I would never go out with you?" It was a guess.
She glared. " No, I was just going to say I think it's cute how you you deny you want me when in fact you really just want to kiss me right now." she said matter of factly. I sighed, remembering kissing Sam earlier. I wanted that again. I needed her. I clenched my fists. Soon. I hope.
" All I want is for you to go screw off." I shot at her.
" What was that?" she asked innocently, " you want to screw me?"
I shot a death glare at her. " I'll be in your nightmares." I warned her. I had the perfect plan.
Paulina's point of view.
I sighed as I brushed my damp hair. I slipped on silk pink pajamas and climbed into bed. I couldn't wait for tomorrow. I would get to see the love of my life. He was probably just in a bad mood today. Maybe he needed more comfort from me tomorrow. I laid my head gently back against my fluffy pink pillow and pulled my covers up and switched my lamp off, falling into my precious beauty sleep.
I was walking down the park trail. Every boy I passed stopped what they were doing to admire my beauty. I loved it. I only wished Phantom were here to admire me like all the rest. Oh, why did the one I love have to be the only one not to see my beauty, not to want me? It wasn't fair! I sighed and the two men I had just passed nearly fell over watching me. I smiled. I knew in the end Phantom and I would be together, I wasn't lying when I told him he was going to want me to tell him I loved him. I could imagine us together when we got married. Kissing, touching, feeling, moaning and sighing. . . I could imagine him screaming my name in his pleasure. I sighed once more.
Oh, there! There he was! I knew he would be in my dream! But the gothic excuse for a girl? What was she doing here? In my dream!? Kissing my Phantom! No! I ran to Phantom, watching in despair as he made out with that ugly little thing right in front of me! How dare he?
" Phantom!?" I asked, the shock and hurt evident in my voice. He ignored me though. Just like he did in class yesterday. Instead, for an answer I saw him stick his tongue down the black haired girls throat. No! I screamed at him. What was he thinking? He was my love. I told him I loved him! Something a goth would never say! I don't even think she knows what being a girl is. She's stupid and ugly. How can he LIKE her? How can he kiss her? I woke up with a wail. I looked around my room I could swear I heard faint laughter. Phantoms laughter. Where was he? That dream was fake. This is the real world. And I knew he wanted me just as much as I wanted him. That I was sure of.
Danny's point of view
I laughed as I flew across the sky with Sam in my arms.
" The look on her face!" Sam giggled.
" That was totally worth it. Tomorrow, if Dash keeps up his bullying, he's going to regret it. I'm probably going to shove HIM in a locker in his dream!" I said.
Sam smiled as the wind blew threw her black hair. I looked down at her. She was so beautiful. So much more than Paulina. I landed on a grassy hill somewhere in the park, where Paulina's dream took place. I leaned against the fountain. Sam sat next to me, almost on my lap. There were no clouds in the sky, I could see all the stars. I looked for constellations, but I couldn't find any. I noticed there was a full moon. It made dark shadows. I looked at Sam. Her face was perfect. I cupped her head and brought my lips to hers, kissing her gently but becoming more passionate as she deepened the kiss, curling her body against mine and weaving her fingers in my hair. I pulled her all the way onto my lap, kissing down the side of her neck, stoping at her collar bone. She shivered.
" Are you cold?" I asked. My ghost form was always chilly, I should have brought her a jacket or something.
" No, I'm fine." She breathed on my neck, her warm breath making me want her more. I kissed her again. I made sure she knew how much I wanted her. She returned my kiss with as much fire. I gently pulled her face away and I set her in the grass, leaning over her on my elbows so she didn't feel my weight. I slowly trailed my lips along her neck, soon reaching her lips. We kissed for a few moments, before I reached my arms around her waist and pulled her up beside me. I kissed the top of her head and she yawned.
"Tired?" I asked her and she nodded. I picked her up and flew her to her house before phasing through the wall and placing her in her bed. She gripped my arms.
"Stay with me until morning." Sam pleaded. She looked at me. I lost myself in her amethyst gaze before I nodded and laid back on her huge king sized bed with her falling asleep in my arms. It wasn't long before I was out too.
Sams' moms point of view
I decided to wake Sam up before her alarm today because she always breaks them when she punches them when they go off. Samantha was certainly not a morning person. I opened her door and was about to wake her when I noticed the boy laying beside her, his arms wrapped around my daughters slim body. I looked closer. He was smiling, like he was happy in his sleep. He had white hair and- white hair! The ghost boy! Danny Fenton! That weirdo was in my daughters bed! How dare he! I was about to scream at him to get his filthy hands off my Sammy, when an idea popped into my head. I closed the door and went to tell her father about this and my plan. My plan to get our daughter away from that creature that would infect her with his ghostly powers. I shuddered. My daughter could not be with him. It was for her own good. I went to make a phone call. . . With our real estate agent. I never wanted to live in Amity Park anyway.
Sam's point of view
My parents were giving me odd looks this morning. Maybe that had something to do with the huge smile that was plastered on my face.
I was sitting in class looking out the window, very aware that this was the last class of the day. Of course, it was much the same as yesterday. Meaning lots of yelling and screaming coming from the fans of Danny Phantom. Which was basically everybody. I sighed. I wanted to go. Get out of school and just hang out at the movies or the Nasty Burger with Danny and Tucker. Spend time with my friends without Danny's fan girls following us everywhere. Without complete strangers asking for Danny's phone number. Without people knowing he's a ghost. Much less the ghost that saved the Earth.
The bell rang. I could not be more grateful. I walked out to find Danny and Tucker when I saw my mother. She was glaring at Danny, who was making his way over to me, oblivious to my mother. He rushed over and grabbed my hand before the crowd surrounded us. My mom pushed through.
"Samantha! Get away from that thing right now!" she yelled. That thing? She did not just call Danny a thing, did she?
" Get your filthy hands off my daughter at once you pathetic excuse for a human being. Oh wait, I forgot, your not even a human being." my mom screeched at him.
" Mother!" I yelled, shocked, " Don't."
" Oh, give it a rest Samantha, he's no good for you."
" Who are you to judge?" I asked.
" I am your mother!" she jerked my arm and my hand fell from Danny's. He gave me a small wave before he was lost in the crowd, with my mother dragging me off.
Danny's point of view
I flew to Sam's house around dusk, I just really wanted to see what was wrong with her mother, so I figured I'd spy invisible and maybe say hi to Sam. I'd already talked to Tucker about what happened after school with Sam's mother. He was just as confused as I was. I flew invisible to Sam's window. She was crying. I was about to go and comfort her when I heard her mother.
" Pack Sam! We have to leave before midnight!"
What? Leave before midnight? What was going on. Were they. . . Moving?
" Why do we have to go?" Sam wailed.
" I told you Sam, I saw you with that ghost last night. He's a bad influence. We are moving to get you away from that menace." her mother replied.
Oh no. She Saw us together last night? When we were flying? Or sleeping? I knew I should have gone home! But Sam can't be moving, can she? I looked in her window, there were tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes. Her eyeliner was smudged. But she was still beautiful. Even when she was crying. Her black hair was twisted around one shoulder, she was packing her clothes in a huge suitcase. She was moving. Sam was moving. Oh, what have I done?
I tapped lightly on her window. She looked up, startled. I waved, and then just phased through the wall. I wrapped my arms around her waist.
" What's going on, Sam?" I asked.
" M-mm-my mother saw us together last night, she wants to get me away from you, we're moving." she wiped her eyes. I pulled her closer to me.
" Where are you going to go?"
" She won't tell me."
" I'm going to follow you."
She shook her head. " It might be far away."
" I don't care Sam, I can fly across the whole country!"
She looked up at me," would you really do that for me?" she asked.
" Yes," I took a breath, " Sam I-"
" What the hell are you doing with my daughter now, you filthy creature? Get away from her! A half dead ghost like you doesn't deserve her! She can't be with someone that's already dead!" her mother was ranting.
" Mother! He is not dead!" Sam argued.
" I said save it Samantha. He's not dead yet at least. I'm going to make him go full ghost." she pulled out an ecto gun. Only it was different that your standard ecto gun. This one. . .
" This thing will blast a hole straight through any ghosts head. You can't kill a ghost, but you can sure keep 'em down for a while." she aimed.
" Danny! Get away from her, she's crazy!" Sam yelled.
I didn't have to be told twice. I picked Sam up, I was going nowhere without her. I phased out of there pretty darn quick. I held Sam in my arms securely. I flew down the street. The door of her house opened and I heard some one say " It has my daughter!" and then I felt a searing pain in my head. Sam screamed.
I felt weightless, but at the same time I was falling. I turned on my back to keep Sam from absorbing the shock of impact. I felt like I was already gone from the world. I could hear a girl sobbing, I could hear sirens wailing. A woman shouting. I could feel it when I hit the ground, we weren't that far up, so it didn't hurt that much. Especially compared to the pain in my head.
" Danny!" it was Sam's voice. She was crying. " Danny, stay awake, please, please!" She begged. I couldn't listen. I couldn't move. " Danny. Please." her voice was a whisper. " Danny, no, don't go. I love you. Stay with me." she loved me! I wanted to reach up and comfort her. I wanted to crush her in a hug. But I couldn't move. I could feel any life that was left in me fading. I was dying. For real. I could hear noises. And suddenly, everything was blank. I could not see. I could feel. I could not hear. And then I could not think.
Tucker's point of view
I saw Danny laying limp in ghost form, being held by Sam, who had her mother screaming at her. There were already police there. As mayor, I had come to see what the commotion was about. And I saw my best friend. With green ectoplasm Oozing out of a huge hole in his head. It was gruesome. I was sure he could not be saved. Whoever shot him had hit the magic spot. As I watched two white rings slowly changed him back to his human form. There was blood mated in his black hair. Or should I say red and green hair. I ran over.
" Sam! Is Danny alright?" stupid question. Sam laid her head against his chest for a moment. She pulled away and her expression was. . . Blank.
" There's no heartbeat." her voice had no tone. " He's gone."
" What!?" No! Danny can't be gone! He saved us all, he can't be dead! He can't. No. This wasn't happening. No. I shook my head. I blinked. I pinched myself. Hard. I shook my head again.
Danny was dead.
It was the day of the funeral. Sam wasn't even here. She was already moved to California. Her mother denied killing him. There really was no proof. But we, Sam and I, knew. Our best friend, who saved us all, was dead. Completely.
Tears fell from my eyes as I watched his coffin lowered into the ground. Buried. The biggest monument in Amity Park. Danny's grave. I saw his family, they watched forlornly as their son and brother was buried. I couldn't take this anymore. I ran away. I ran home.
I fell on my bed after ignoring my parents and locking the door. I fell into sleep. I didn't want to ever wake up. But I did.
Danny's point of view
I was in the ghost zone. I looked the same as I did any other day when I was a ghost. I felt the same as I did any other day when I was a ghost. I did not feel dead. So was I? Was this what being dead felt like? The same as being alive? I sighed. I knew the ghost zone well. I knew the exact way to get back to my parents portal. I started flying. It didn't take long before I reached the bridge between our two worlds. I flew into my basement. It was that easy. I frowned.
I decided to lock the portal. No need for unnecessary ghosts getting out. I phased up to my room. It looked the same. Maybe it was all just a dream.
I dropped to the ground. I concentrated. Change back. The white rings did not appear. Come on! Why can't I change back!? I really can't be. . . Dead?
" Mom!?" I called. I heard a loud gasp. I heard footsteps coming down the hallway.
" Danny?" my mother asked, " your. . . Dead?"
" I was going to ask you."
My mother blinked.
" What do you mean?" she asked.
" I was going to ask if I had really. . . Died. . ." I shrugged.
" You did. . ." she looked confused for a moment. And then her face hardened. " Change back." she commanded.
" I can't." I said bluntly. She took a deep breath.
" Your a ghost."
I rolled my eyes. " I figured that out when I was alive."
" No, your only a ghost now. Your not human anymore Danny. Do you feel different? What's it like? Do you really feel. . . Dead?" she started questioning.
" Actually," I paused, " I feel the same as I do any other day. I don't feel dead. I feel quite alive actually, I'm here aren't I?"
" I guess I should have expected this, only your human half was destroyed."
I sighed. " Will I ever really. . . Live though?" I asked.
" I don't know. All I know is that your still my son and we are still going to treat you like a human in this family."
" Where's Jazz and Dad?" I asked.
" Downstairs." she hesitated for a moment, and then she hugged me. " let's go tell them your still ali- still here. "
I nodded. I wasn't alive. But I was here. Only as a ghost. I needed to tell Tucker. And find Sam.
Sam's point of view
It's been only three days. Three days since my mother murdered Danny. I still could not wrap my head around the fact that he was gone. I wish I had told him I loved him sooner. I remembered Paulina's dream. At the end she shouted something about how I would never tell Danny I loved him. She was almost right. I had to wait until he was dead. He was dead. Dead. He was dead. It echoed around in my head for a minute. I burst into sudden tears. Why!? Why, why, why? He saved us all! He was good! Why did my mother KILL him!? I hated her. I could not stand her. I was certainly not going to live in the same house as her.
My grandmother had chosen to stay in our house in Amity Park. I was going to run away. We weren't that far away. I still had most of my stuff there anyway. I wasn't even going to say goodbye to my mother. She did not deserve it.
I climbed out the window. Thankfully this bedroom was on the first floor. I had only made it to the end of the long driveway when I heard my name called. But by the last person I would have expected.
" Sam!"
" Danny!?" I called. I saw him. He flew down and picked me up in his arms. " I. . . I thought-"
" I was killed. Only my ghost form wasn't. In a way I am still alive. Just not. . . Like I was. But I'm still here Sam. Don't worry." he soothed me.
I swallowed. Of course! He was a ghost, duh. Ghosts can't be killed. And since he was already half ghost, he was pretty much already there.
The relief washed over me so forcefully. I looked up at his face. It looked just the same as it did when I last saw him in ghost form. Only now, ghost form was his only form. Oh well. All I needed was to just have him here with me.
I yawned, tired. I shifted in his arms, trying to get into a more comfortable position. He held me tighter. I wound my arms around his neck. I was soon pulled into unconsciousness by the smooth sound of the wind and feeling of weightlessness.
Danny's point of view
I took Sam back to her house in Amity Park. She said something about wanting to live with her grandmother, who decided not to move with the rest of the family, thinking it was unnecessary.
I carefully laid her down in her bed. She opened her eyes and looked up at me.
" Stay?" she asked.
I shook my head. " That's what started this mess." I responded.
" But my grandma doesn't even know we're here, and she probably won't even mind if she did."
"I'm going to go tell her right now."
" That's probably a good idea, she would want to know her granddaughters back."
I floated down the stairs were I saw her grandma sitting in the living room watching T.V. She looked up and smiled when she saw me.
" Are you the ghost of my granddaughters boyfriend? Her parents took her away to California if you're looking for her. " What a nice old lady. I liked her.
" Actually, Sam wanted to come back here. I already found her and I'm here to tell you she's up in her room sleeping."
Her grandmother nodded. " I'm sorry."
" For what?" I asked.
" For my daughter in law killing you."
" Oh." I said awkwardly. " Well, I don't really think of myself dead exactly, I'd prefer to just think of it like I'm just stuck in my ghost form permanently. There's no difference when you think about it."
" Will you still age?" she asked.
" I haven't thought of that. Probably not, because I, well. . . I don't really know. I'm immortal, so I will probably be this way forever now." I shrugged. That may be an issue. . . Age.
" Then you are dead." she concluded.
" Thanks."
Her eyes widened. " I didn't really mean it like that. I mean-"
" I know. I do understand." I reassured her.
We were quiet for a minute. She sighed. " You can stay with Sam if you want." she eventually said.
" Really?" I asked. I was really getting to appreciate this woman.
" Yes. You're a good kid. I mean it." she replied.
" Okay. . . I'll be with Sam." I turned and phased through the ceiling back to Sam's room. She was still up, like she was waiting for me. She smirked.
" I knew she would let you stay." she said.
" I like your grandmother. She's cool." I grinned.
" Yeah, she's the only one in my family I actually like."
" I can see why." I reached over to her and pulled her against my chest. She snuggled into me, wrapping her arms around my neck.
" Sam." I spoke.
" Yes?" she asked.
" Do you still. . . Never mind."
She looked at me, shifting up slightly. " What is it?"
" Well, does it bother you that I'm dead." I looked past her and out the window. A car drove by.
" Not really. You're still the same old Danny to me." she stated eventually. I sighed in relief.
"I heard you y'know." I started.
She glanced up. " Heard what?" she asked softly.
" When I was shot. You thought I was gone. You said you loved me." I was whispering. I kept my eyes on the window, not seeing it though.
She was quiet for a minute. " I love you." she said eventually. I felt a jolt. She. Loved. Me. I let myself drown in her words, drown in happiness.
" I love you Sam." I found myself saying. I kissed her head. She turned her face up to meet my lips. We kissed gently for a few moments before she moved away. Only to kneel over me and wrap her arms around my neck. I pulled her on top of me, kissing the side of her mouth. She turned her head to reach my lips more fully. I twisted on hand in her hair and grabbed her waist, shifting against her. She pulled her mouth away, panting. I used that moment to catch my breath. She leaned forward again and brought her lips to mine. I took her bottom lip in my mouth when she turned her head to the side, twisting so her nose wasn't pushed against mine.
" Sam!" her grandmother was in the doorway, shocked. " I thought I could trust you, young man." she looked at me, her face stern.
Sam and I pulled away instantly. She was blushing a deep red. I would have been too if I had an ounce of humanity left. But ghosts have no blood, therefore they cannot blush. I used to be able to blush in my ghost form, but that was when I was still half way alive. My cheeks stayed colorless even though this may be one of my most embarrassing moments.
" I think I have to send you home, young man. I don't want anything happening that shouldn't. Samantha. You're grounded." her grandmother commanded.
" On my way!" I yelled and phased out of the house. The cool night air washed over my face as I flew home. I didn't bother to open the front door. I walked right through it. My family was sitting at the table in the middle of dinner.
" Ghost!" my father yelled. He pulled out an ecto gun. " prepare to say your last words you evil ectoplasm scum!" he aimed the gun at my chest.
" Jack!" my mother shouted, " it's Danny! Our son! Put that thing away, we're at the table!" she reached to take the ecto weapon out of my dads hands. He hung his head in shame.
" Danny boy, you can't be walking through doors! I thought you were a ghost!" he exclaimed.
" I am a ghost, remember?"
" Yes, of course I remember! Jack Fenton is no idiot!" he pounded his chest once with one fist.
" Of course your no idiot, dear," my mother said calmly, " you were just surprised, that's all."
" I'll be in my room." I muttered. I floated up the stairs and phased through my wall, plopping down on my bed, feeling exhausted, even though I knew ghosts didn't sleep. I felt like passing out anyway. Strange. . . The next thing I knew I was. . .
Tucker's point of view
It all worked out. I have to say I was surprised when I saw Danny only two days after the funeral. Like, he was a ghost, sure, but he was definitely still the same old Danny Phantom. He told me he didn't want to be referred to as dead necessarily, just stuck in ghost form with no hope of returning. Same difference, I thought. But I let it slide. Whatever made my friend happy.
I was currently sitting in on Lancers lecture. Danny's parents decided that even though he was technically dead, he was technically still alive, too. He was still a student at Casper High, so therefore he still had to come to school. People were staring and whispering. Danny had died. He showed up to class four days later as a ghost. They knew he was a ghost, but weren't used to seeing him as Danny Phantom, sitting bored while being lectured by a teacher. They were used to seeing him out battling ghosts and saving the world and stuff. Not doing anything so. . . Normal. Like this.
" Mr. Fenton, I see you look a little distracted from my completely interesting and captivating lecture. So tell me, Danny, what could possibly be on your mind today?" Lancer asked. It was obviously a rhetorical question. Danny answered anyway.
" Being completely dead. I'm thinking of the fact that being here is useless now. . . Like what will a teenage ghost do with a high school education? Use it to help him defeat ghosts?" Danny rolled his eyes and shook his head. Sarcastic. He was in a mood. I wonder what was really bothering him?
" Well, I have no control over your actions young man, you may leave if you think my teachings will get you nowhere in your life, or in your case-"
" Don't say death." Danny's voice was flat, " please, don't say that I am dead. I've heard it enough."
" Well child, I can truthfully say that I am sorry, I don't mean-" he was cut off again by Danny's ghost sense.
" Looks like I won't be able to stay and learn anyway, I have to go." Danny muttered before turning intangible and flying out the door.
A second later we heard, " Oh, not YOU again! How many times do I have to stuff you in the thermos before you get the message?" Danny's voice.
" Beware!" the Box Ghost.
" Oh, please!" Danny's voice again. " Tucker! Thermos?" Danny stuck his head in.
" Oh! Yeah, here man." I reached into his bag and dug around until I found the thermos and tossed it to him.
" Thanks." he said briefly, before disappearing through the wall again. We heard the thermos sucking the Box ghost into it.
" No! You will not trap me in this cylindrical container once more! Nooooo!"
Danny walked through the wall, capping the thermos before stuffing it back into his bag. He sat down. Everyone was staring. Even me, I think. He cleared his throat awkwardly.
" Umm. . . Are we going to continue with class?" he asked. The teacher shook his head, not answering his question, but only trying to clear his head. After a few moments he spoke.
" Yes, yes, of course." Lancer said. He turned back to the board. " In the late eighteenth century. . ."
Sam's point of view
It was strange. We were at lunch. Eating. Only Danny wasn't. He was a ghost. Ghosts don't eat. So here we were- Tucker and Danny and I, well, Tucker and I were eating, while Danny was currently staring at our food, with a look of. . . Longing, maybe? Did he miss eating food? More importantly, did he miss being human? It was sad. I was completely sure, up until four days ago, that Danny and I would grow up together and probably have a long happy life with each other. But he won't get any older. He will stay in his teenage ghost form forever. He could never die. Or get old, or grow up. . . I wondered what would happen to our relationship in say, a few years from now. We couldn't stay together that much longer. Obviously. I was getting older. . . I was going to grow up. He wasn't.
I was pondering this so intensely that I didn't notice Danny waving his hand in front of my face.
" Sam? Sam? SAM!?"
I looked up at him. He was frowning.
" What's wrong, Danny?" I asked.
" I was about to just ask you that. What were you thinking about so hard that you didn't notice us calling your name for like, ten times?" his eyebrows pushed together.
" Oh, nothing." I dismissed. " I was just thinking about how you looked like you wanted to eat anyway even though your a full ghost now. You were staring at my food. . . " I shrugged.
He knitted his eyebrows tighter. " Its weird. I swear I woke up this morning." he paused. " From sleeping."
" Wait a minute." Tucker interjected. " Ghosts don't sleep."
" I know, Tucker." Danny said , frustrated. " I can't understand. I even feel sort of. . . Hungry right now. But ghosts don't eat." he sighed and banged his head on the table. I looked up and caught a glance with Tucker. He looked just as confused as I was.
"Well, you've never really fit in the normal ghost category anyway." I tried to joke.
" That makes no sense. No offense Sam." Tucker said.
" Than what does!?" Danny threw his hands in the air in frustration. He dropped his head back on the table.
" It's gonna be fine Danny." I sighed. He looked up.
" Only if nothing happens to break us apart." he stated. I leaned in to kiss him. Pushing my salad aside.
Becoming to involved with ourselves, Tucker pulled us back to reality.
" Hey! I'm eating here!"
I pulled away and turned my head to the side as I blushed. I looked back at Danny. He was blushing too. Wait a minute. Ghosts don't blush. He was blushing. He was a ghost. Or maybe. . . No, that wasn't possible. He WAS dead. . . Wasn't he?
" Sam?" fingers were snapping in front of my face. " Hello!?"
I looked back quickly. " What? Oh, sorry. I was distracted."
" With what? My amazingly sexy good looks?" Danny joked.
" No, I was just thinking."
" About what?"
" Oh, nothing."
" Tell me." he persisted.
" You were blushing." I told him.
" Ghosts don't blush." he had a weird look on his face. " Ghosts don't blush, ghosts don't sleep. And ghosts don't get hungry. What's wrong with me- oh god!" his ghost sense went off. He stood up to see Skulker.
" I am the Ghosts zones greatest hunter! I will have your pelt on my wall!"
Danny's point of view.
" Oh, please." I muttered. " This is going to be quick." I flew up and blasted Skulker away from the school. He roared in anger.
" You cannot defeat me! Especially with my new upgrades." he grinned and pointed what looked like a new type of ectoplasmic weapon at me. " Say goodbye, whelp."
I was caught in a green blast. It flung me backwards into the wall of a building. It cracked the bricks behind me. But it didn't let up. It kept me under the intensely electrifying ecto ray. I groaned in agony. It hurt! When the beam stopped I took my opportunity.
" I'm not playing games this time Skulker!" I yelled. I flew towards him, leaning back and unleashing my ghostly wail on him. His eyes widened as he was pushed back.
" I swear! Your pelt will hang-" the wail tossed him into the building behind him. I closed my eyes and mouth. I took a deep, unsteady breath. I pulled out the thermos and sucked Skulker away into it. Then I fell from the sky in exhaustion.
I could almost swear I felt like I was changing back into Danny Fenton. But I was probably just imagining things. I could almost see the white rings of light behind my eyes though. . . I swear. . .
Tucker's point of view
I turned to Sam. " Did I really just see that?" I asked.
This is a cliffy! I know, I hate them too. I also hate how authors are all pushy telling the readers to review. It's very annoying. I'm going to say this: you don't have to review, I don't mind.