I always forget to post the little disclaimer, thanks to everyone who hasn't reported it lol. I don't own Danny Phantom, the characters, or anything recognizable!

It's in moments like these that I absolutely hate being his clone. I'm sitting on the couch, doing everything in my power to keep still so she doesn't notice. She's leaning her back against me, head on my shoulder, her hair tickling the skin of my legs, and I'm eating...whatever the fuck this is. And it's because of the last two years.

Two years. I've been living with this woman for two goddamn years.

I was 15 and halfway around the world when Vlad had been reported missing. I was 16 and searching the Ghost Zone for his sorry ass when Vlad was declared dead, and for some reason left his entire estate to me. Danielle Masters. Fuck, I hate that name. Just looking at my license or signing my name makes me groan. Even though I doubt it will happen, I eagerly wait for the day I get married just so I can change it.

Everyone was pretty shocked when they heard of the long lost adopted daughter of Vlad Masters who had been at boarding school for as long as she'd been his. Or I guess that's just what he said in his will. Even in death he refused to let Maddie know what he was.

It was almost a year later when Danny finally told me what happened to him. He had tried, once again, to become the King of the Ghost Zone. Guess a lot of ghosts didn't like that very much, not that I blame them.

I finally settled down from my traveling, allowing Jazz to enroll me into online school. It was rocky at first. I was still legally a child and the only way I could live in the mansion Vlad left behind was if an adult stayed with me.

That's where Sam came in. Things had been awkward for her after she and Danny broke up. Over three and a half years came to a sudden stop, and even though there were no hard feelings and they stayed best friends, the questions from everyone in that small town forced her out. So when the opportunity came to be my tutor and help me with my own ghost problems, she jumped on it.

And those three and a half years had been hell for me. I've been completely in love with her my entire life, literally. I always told myself that's just part of being Danny's clone, that it was him being in love with her and not my own experiences. But the more time I spent with her, the harder I fell. And if I know Danny, and trust me, I do, he's still in love with her.

And that's why in moments like these, I almost wish I hadn't been created. Eating this weird veggie medley she made for movie night, instead of a nice hotdog and fries. I'm completely wrapped around her little finger, and if she wasn't as clueless as she always said Danny was, she'd know it.

I think a part of her might still be in love with him too, but she'd never admit it. "We're better off as just friends" is the constant answer from them. But that doesn't mean I hadn't seen the tears on both ends of that break up.

Toward the end of those three and a half years, just as I was on the brink of 16 years old and would stop into Amity for random visits, I did my own experimenting. I made out with Tucker a couple times, that was just plain awkward. There was a short fling with Valerie that ended up stopping without a tear. I found from that time that I definitely preferred girls, and there have been plenty of one night stands since then that further proved it.

And then Sam was caught with Dora. Apparently there had always been some sort of thing there, from before I was even a thought. It suddenly became clear why the perfect couple never worked, and once again Danny was a wreck.

He finally started dating again once he got to college, ghosts and humans alike, but I don't think he'll ever stop loving her. Sam and Dora ended their relationship when Dora found a ghost to become her King. And just like the former, I don't think she'll ever stop loving him.

And now here I am, 18 years old, living with a woman I can only describe as my soulmate. Or should I say our soulmate? There are so many days spent in my room wondering when she'll realize I'm the perfect combination of the love of her life and her sexuality. But then there are other days, when I see them together and I hate myself for thinking it. They still love each other, and always will.

How many nights had I touched myself, moaning her name and picturing her, then turned around and cried myself to sleep out of self loathing? How many times have I been swatted out of a girl's apartment for calling her the wrong name because only Sam's will ever be the one on my lips?

I almost wish I had the lust for girls like Paulina that Danny used to. But more often than not, I wish I wasn't part of him at all. Maybe then I wouldn't have fallen so goddamn hard for Sam Manson.

I realized how lost in my thoughts I was when I felt the sudden sensation of hands in my hair. My temperature started to rise, not that it would ever get to the normal 98.6 degrees humans should be. I could feel my body tense with anticipation and her delicate fingers glide against my scalp. She could probably see the pulse bulging out of my neck as I held my breath in wonderment.

"Your hair was starting to fall into your food, I know how much you hate that." She clarified as I felt the band come in contact and tighten in the back of my head. She's always telling me that it's time for a cut since it's nearly to my waist.

"Oh, thanks," I muttered as I shoved another piece of unknown vegetable in my mouth as a distraction.

And it's in these moments I realize even if I had been born, even if I wasn't a Fenton by genetic compilation, I absolutely would have fallen for her anyways.