Hello! This is my first story on here. I've had an idea for this story for a while, so I decided to get it out of my system. I've got a general idea of how this is going, well, at least for a good chunk of it. I'm going to be changing the relationship between some of the characters and what happens when, as well as who all knows about Danny. In this situation, neither Sam nor Tucker know about it, but he has received his powers already. I hope this clears up what all happens. Some of the characters will be OC (including one of the main characters), but other than that I got the characters from Danny Phantom. I don't own them etc etc. Okay. Enjoy~
They sat on the floor of Danny's room playing a rousing game of Monopoly. It's never really as fun with two people, but they both liked Monopoly and the board game assortment was limited in the Fenton household. Bethany was the schnauzer and Danny the hat.
Most of their nights had been like this. Quiet evenings were spent at either one's house, doing mindless things and chit chatting here and there. She was new at Casper High, residing six blocks down the road and just two doors down from Danny's house. Mrs. Fenton had delivered cookies to welcome her new neighbors when she spotted the timid Beth in the background. The moms got to talking, as moms do, about their children and how yes, my son's about her age, I'll have him swing by sometime. And, yes, that would be nice, she's so shy, you know, and I'm worried about her making friends. As annoying as it is to have play dates arranged by your mother at age seventeen, they were both happy that they found a new friend in each other.
Not much was being said between the two. They were casual friends, letting the noise of the dice hitting the game board and the constant rattling of the A/C serenade their night. The game was pretty even, although Danny was pretty close to controlling all of the reds. So went the seemingly boring night.
"I swear to God, if you buy the last railroad, I will murder you in your sleep," joked Beth. Danny laughed and moved his piece to Pennsylvania Railroad. He sat, intentionally waiting to make a decision, and Beth grabbed the nearest pillow, making contact with his head. Danny fell back laughing as Beth slid his piece to the jail corner. "Well, now I won't have to worry about it. You can't purchase property in jail."
"I don't know how you play Monopoly where you come from, but here in Amity Park, the only things that control the movement of the pieces are the dice and the occasional Chance card. You better check yourself." He placed the hat back on the board. "And just for that, I WILL buy it, thank you very much."
"Sorry. Bank holiday. Try again tomorrow," Beth declared. She put the money back into the box and closed the lid. Danny dived to get it out of her possession, but she was quick to counter with a swift movement across the carpet. The horse-play went on for several minutes, and the two eventually agreed to split a time-share for the property. They would figure how that worked in the game later.
"You know, this is the most fun I've had since my mother introduced me to animal noises as a toddler. You play this game like a real capitalist," Danny laughed as he attempted to rip the property card in half.
"To be honest," Beth started, "this is definitely the most fun I've had since moving here. I know it's dumb, but I'm glad that our mothers set this little thing up. I was worried about making friends…I've never been really good at it."
"Friends? We are nearly business colleagues. Just because I share a railroad with you does not mean I want to share a see-saw ride."
"No Danny, I'm serious. Thanks for hanging out with me."
"Alright, fine. You don't need to thank me. I'm glad too."
They sat in silence for a while, staring at the board. The game seemed a little dull after that last turn. Beth broke the quiet with a small voice. "I feel like I could tell you anything."
"Yeah? I feel the same way."
"Is that so?"
"Well…" he hesitated. His eyes became less focused on the world around him and more focused on something that he was obviously contemplating. "Yeah." He said after a sudden private realization. "I bet I could."
"Okay, good." Beth said. "I think I'd feel more comfortable about letting you know something about me that not a lot of people know. That way, anything else that comes up in the future won't seem so secretive and dramatic."
"Sure, sure," replied a distracted Danny.
"So here goes…." She waited. "I, uh…. I used to be bulimic." She paused. "Yeah. I had this whole self-confidence issue. Compared myself to other girls and all that. Bullies and all that, yada, yada, eventually word got out at my school and I was such a wreck my parents decided it would be best to move over the summer. I got therapy and stuff and a great doctor and all… it's just the kind of dark memory that shadows my life now."
"Beth, I'm so sorry… that must be awful." He looked at her now with an odd sort of agreement. It became quiet after that.
"I hope it isn't too forward of me to just blurt this stuff out. I just feel really comfortable around you." Her cheeks grew red and she looked away.
"Oh, please don't be embarrassed. It's not like I'm gonna treat you differently. I'm not a jerk. I promise."
"I can't help it," she said. "You know. Self-confidence thing. Although I am making improvements. I don't want you to worry or anything."
"No, you seem strong. Thanks for opening up to me."
"Any time. I'll be here all week." She joked. They chuckled a little and sat in silence for some more. She was fiddling with the corners of her get-out-of-jail-free card when Danny suddenly piped up. "So you can keep a secret, I take it?"
"I'm trained and certified in 5 states plus D.C," Beth retorted. "Why?"
"Well…" Danny stood up. "I've got a pretty big secret of my own."
"Oh? Wait. Let me guess. You're related to some celebrity and you're starting your own cologne line."
"No, no, nothing like that." He uttered, hesitant. "No… maybe now's not the best time…"
"That's fine, I-"
"No, you know what? You're a cool person and I think it'd be okay that you know."
"Sure, I mean, it's not like you have a secret harem of women in your closet—"
"Yeah, no, definitely not…" he got up to close the door of his room and paced around. He was clearly on edge.
"You know, if you don't feel comfortable, you really don't have to tell me—"
"I will! I want to! I… it's just…weird, okay?"
"Okay, Captain Interruption, just get it over with. Rip off the band-aid. Give it to me straight. Talk to me, goose. Give me the skinny. Lay it down-"
"Sorry to interrupt again, but if I tell you, will you stop spouting whatever it is that you're spouting?"
"I'm all ears."
"Well, you won't need your ears for this…" he looked down nervously. "It's something you'll have to see to believe."
"My uncle Bernie has seven fingers on one hand. I've seen weird. I'll believe it. Now you've got me all excited. Just tell me already, Danny!"
He sighed, moving over feet in front of Beth. He was visibly nervous; hands shaking and knees quivering, he stood there like a kid presenting his first book report. He clenched his fists together and nodded down towards his shoes. That's when a neon cyan ring formed around his torso, lighting up the room like a fluorescent hula hoop. The ring split into two and separated, parallel to the ground and to each other. Slowly, shyly, they rose and fell, respectively, revealing with their departure a glowing dark Hazmat suit that covered a glowing body. The lower one reached the floor, leaving white boots in its path, while the other one rose above his head and disappeared into the room. What once was dark brown hair was now a shocking white. What once was a normal bedroom seemed eerie and cool with the entrance of this new entity. The boy rose his head, eyes meeting those of a shocked and amazed young girl. "It's me, Beth," echoed the voice of her friend. "Uh….Tada?"
"Okay," she stated, slowly. "This… definitely trumps seven fingers."
Huzzah! My plans for the next installment include telling what happened leading up to this point. I hope you liked it! And if you didn't that's fine too. Don't feel pressured to like it because I want you to. Because what kind of relationship would there BE between the two of us if i expected you to- okay, yep, thanks.