My Danny and Me
Rated PG—Mild language.
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom...or Danny...-tries to bribe Butch with some money- Danny Phantom and all related characters belong to Butch Hartman, the creator, and Nickeloden. Lauren belongs to me and any use of my personal character is to be requested.
Ghostie One: Another Day, Another Ghost
Danny, Sam, and Tucker walked to school together, expecting another day as boring as all the others. Tucker pulled out his pocket computer and started to tap dates into it. Danny looked over to see what he was writing, clutching his purple backpack.
"What are you writing in there?" asked Danny suspiciously.
"Not much." Tucker assured him. "Just putting in the dates for our test this Friday..."
"The biology one?" Sam wondered.
"Yeah...did you study, Danny? I had you down for 2 hours of studying last night." Tucker explained.
Danny smiled weakly. "Well...not really. You guys know I had a long night yesterday! That stupid box ghost guy came in at 3 in the morning and started singing about boxes..."
Sam sighed. "You're already making a D in there...your parents are gonna kill you..."
"I know! But...maybe if I came over after school you could help me study." Danny said hopefully.
"Eh...sure, I guess. You have to come too, Tucker." Sam said.
"Yeah yeah...I know. I can't leave you two alone anyway when a ghost appears! Don't know what you'd do without me..." Tucker smirked.
"We'd be so lost without your guidance, Great Tucker." Danny joked.
"And without the schedule..." Sam said, snatching it out of his hand. "And quit playing games on it!"
"Eh heh heh..." Tucker laughed weakly.
Danny put his backpack in his locker and got his books for first period, then stopped dead in his tracks.
"What's wrong, Danny?" Sam and Tucker chortled together.
Danny just pointed and gulped.
And there it was, a great green blob of a ghost....but it didn't seem to be paying any attention to Danny at all. Or anyone, for that matter. It was digging in someone's locker...Kwan's locker.
"Block me." Danny said, getting blocked from view by Sam and Tucker, to switch to ghost-mode.
"I'm going ghost!"
His hair changed from black to a pure snow white, his eyes from a deep blue to a bright green, and his body totally changed from head to toe into a cool-looking suit. Sam and Tucker moved out of his way, and watched Danny for advice.
"Just go to class, I'll take care of this." Danny said quickly, taking the Fenton Thermos from Tucker.
"Call us if you need anything!" Sam piped up.
They ran off to their class, and turned their heads around to still see the blob-ghost digging in Kwan's locker. Danny looked quite annoyed.
"Hey...er...blob dude!" Danny said quickly, changing into his pure transparent state so that no one would see him.
The ghost didn't even bother to turn around to see who said it. Danny flew right over to the ghost and pulled him out of the locker.
"What the big idea, Halfa?" said the ghost with an annoyed tone.
"My name's Danny...and I'd like to know what you're doing here!" said Danny, powering up his first attack with his fist clenched.
"Geez, you don't have to get all offended...I'm not bothering anyone." the ghost assured him.
"Well you're not exactly supposed to be here." Danny saw something he was holding, a glowing football with a signature on it. "Why do you have that?" Danny stared at the ghost holding the ball as if it was some precious possesion.
"Well that's really none of your business, as it is between me and Bubba." the ghost stated.
"You and...Bubba? Bubba who? Is he a truck driver ghost or something?" Danny said stupidly.
The ghost slapped a slimy "hand" onto his forehead and shook his head. "I really don't have time for this. You asked for it." The blob ghost threw a green energy beam at Danny who missed it by a hair. The ghost started to fly away as quickly as he could, but Danny got right in front of him and stopped him dead in his tracks.
"I want to know what you're doing here stealing that football out of Kwan's locker! Either that or I'll have to resort to other methods..." Danny said, with an odd grin on his face for trying a new line out.
The blob ghost laughed. "You're just like he said you were. Just a dumb little teenager."
"I'm not a dumb little teenager!" Danny shouted angerily, throwing an energy blast at the blob ghost and hitting him.
"Oww...you know that really stings!" the ghost complained, rubbing his arm.
Danny thought for a moment about this situation, but this blob ghost seemed oddly familiar....
"Err...what's your name?" Danny asked quickly.
"...are we on friendly terms now?" the ghost smirked.
"Just tell me who you are! I don't have time for this! I've already missed most of English..." Danny said angerily.
"Well...my name is Dave and that's all you need to know about me. See ya!" Dave said, zipping through the school.
"Hey! Come back here!" Danny shouted, flying after him, but only finding that he was totally gone.
What the heck was that all about? Dammit, I should've just attacked first and asked questions later...stupid Sam and her peaceful tactics...
Danny changed back to his normal state from head to toe, his hair black and his eyes blue again, while laughing at the ghost's name.
"Hi, I'm Dave the Ghost!" Danny thought, laughing at the stupid sound of it. He was laughing so much that he didn't even notice that he had just run into Mr. Lancer...spilling hot coffee onto Mr. Lancer's shirt.
"FENTON! What are you doing out of class! DETENTION FOR THE REST OF THE MONTH! And you ruined my best shirt!" Mr. Lancer shouted at Danny, wiping the coffee off his shirt.
Danny swallowed hard. "Sorry Mr. Lancer, I uh...I had to go to the bathroom."
"For the whole class period? Does your teacher know about this?" Mr. Lancer growled.
"Err...I wasn't feeling good so I..." Danny tried to say.
"You just watch where you're going next time!" he finished, rubbing his bald head.
Danny stalked off.
Great. More detentions! Like I don't have enough time as it is. Stupid...Dave. And what the heck was he doing digging in Kwan's locker for a glowing football? Like it's some ghostly artifact... Danny stopped suddenly and scratched his head. Ghostly artifact...even if it was, what would Qwan be doing with something like that?
Danny thought on that as he walked by himself to his second period class....with Mr. Lancer. The bell rang and Sam and Tucker met him at the door.
"It took you long enough. So, how'd it go?" Sam asked.
"He escaped...I'll explain the rest later." Danny sighed.
"Give me the thermos back then!" Tucker snatched back the thermos from Danny's arm.
Mr. Lancer passed them going through the door and threw Danny a disgusted look, coffee still on his shirt.
Ugh...I know he's trying to make my life miserable on purpose...I just hope he doesn't fail me purposely on his stupid test tommorow. Danny thought.
He turned his book to the page written on the board and rested his head on his desk.
Ok...that's the end of Ghostie (Chapter) One! Please comment/review. I already have six other chapters already pre-written, since I started this on a message board I go to. This is my first ever DP fanfic, so be nice!
Danny: You think you're such a great writer, don't you Lauren?
Me: Can't help but be confident!
Danny: ...well...err...prove it!
Me: How?
Danny: Do my English exam for me!
Me: -bashes Danny on the head with her guitar- No way! How else are you going to learn?
Danny: T.T Oww...-rubs head-
Me: More to come soon! –chases Danny around with her guitar in the air- Me: Oh, and one more thing. Character's thoughts are shown in bold lettering since I can't use an astrick...or whatever you call those things...-.-() I wish they'd let me use all my expressions...I can't use the carrot key or anything...