Candy- Sorry it took so long to do this. But I think this is choice #1 for all of you that know what I'm talking about. But this one has been in my head for a while so I know where this one is going, unlike the other ones. Although, I'm still open to any of the suggestions you all might have for me. Le smile

Anyways, If you all want me to, then I'll make the other story, but as I've said, I have no idea where I'm going with it. Sorry. I hope your all happy with the choice though. Most of you voted for this one anyways and I think this one would have lots more drama, romance, and action anyways.

Chapter 1:

Danny sighed, letting the already hard rain pound thickly on his raven hair, making it weak. It flatted over his face making Sam heave a forced laugh to lighten the mood at Casper High School for the moment. Danny only grinned, forcing himself also. He still felt guilty, at least a little.

"Cheer up, Danny. It wasn't entirely your fault." Sam said, tilting her head.

"Yeah," Danny said, punching his fist into his left, "The other ghost, whatever it was, was here to." He smiled. "Thanks."

Sam nodded, closing her eyes. "Everybody has already forgotten about it by now," She paused, "Most likely."

Tucker grinned, "Forgotten about what?" He joked, making Danny smile more.

Sam smiled; she tossed her short raven hair to one shoulder and dug hard into her backpack for her black umbrella. She didn't mind that it had a couple holes in it, but she hadn't planned on taking it out when it was raining. But it was an emergency. She wouldn't let her annoyance of the weather show, knowing it would hurt Danny's feelings even more.

Plus, he looked happier, or at least normal. He was eating quickly along with Tucker, barley chewing on his food. His head was upward, not hung low on the table. And his frown was straightened, not low on the corners.

"If I ever see that damn ghost again…" A voice floated through the airs and circled in the three teenagers minds.

Sam sighed, Nice Going! She thought, not daring to look at the others. She shrugged in her mind. It wasn't Danny's fault that another ghost decided to totally destroy the inside cafeteria. Or the fact that eating in classrooms were forbidden. It wasn't Danny's fault that he went out there to stop what ever kind of ghost it was, only making the mess a little worse.

Tucker frowned. He looked at the trees outside, drooping because of the weather. A tiny, water sprinkled fluttered to the ground, landing perfectly flat on the grass. He also avoided eye contact with both of his friends, staring at the lens of his glasses. These need to be cleaned when I get home.

Danny lifted his head higher, heaving it in the air to make the noise of his head pounding on the table louder. To knock some sense into his head. He sighed, blinking out tears as he frowned at himself. He clunked his head on the metal again.

Sam flexed, grabbing him by his dark hair. "You're going to give yourself some kind of mental disorder!" She said, seriously enough to make Danny stop. Half to oblige what Sam told him, half afraid of making himself sick.

He kept his head glued to the metal table though, sinking below the hole of Sam's umbrella.

The rain turned into hail as it clinked hard to Danny's head.

There was a shout from across the field. A girl, covered in pink, stood up, clutching her purse with her left hand. Her face was red, despite the cold weather. "Are you accusing Inviso-bil of doing this?" She yelped, chocking on nervous tears. Paulina wasn't as tough as she seemed when somebody of her own group disagreed with her.

"That's what I'm saying." Valerie said, her hands tucked tight in her coat pockets. "If it wasn't for him, this new coat wouldn't be completely ruined!" She said, pointing to the wet coat, only a tad darker orange than usual.

Dash narrowed his eyebrows. He was standing on Valerie's side, although he looked as if he wanted to be standing with Paulina. Nobody was though. Paulina Sanchez, for the first time was on her own. Standing on the wet grass in white pumps. Her heels were buried in the ground. She frowned, staring back at forth of the rest of her group. "There was some other guy there too!" She tossed her hands up high.

Sam winced; at least she had a point.

"That ghost just messes up my life!" She said, making her words stick out like a sore thumb. The class of Casper High spun around from their seats. It didn't matter that the seniors paid attention to the freshmen, in which they so hated. It was a fight amongst the popular. It was a tad interesting.

Sam grabbed Danny's hand, trying to make him warmer. She could feel the bricking of his body by hers. He was shaking like a leaf. Sam sighed, knowing the only way to make him feel better was to get everybody on his side. At least Paulina, who was already stubborn enough, was there.

She stood up, grasping his hand a little tighter to free any butterflies in her stomach. Danny's eyes widened, tripping over his friend's pull. Tucker meekly followed, hiding behind the black umbrella Sam left behind.

"I'm with Paulina!" Sam said, staring at Dash with a mad grin plastered bravely on her face. "There were two people---ghosts---there." She held up to fingers.

Paulina winced; it was better when they weren't here! She thought, but she ignored them, knowing at least, the sides were even.

Dash and Kwan laughed, holding their sides. "How do you know?" He said, cupping his stomach.

"What kind of stupid question is that?" Tucker said, flexing his fingers and neck. "You saw them!" He darted his eyes to Dash's, making the teenager close his mouth.

Dash darted at Danny, who looked downward at the field, watching Paulina's shoes struggle sneakily to free herself from the field, "What the hell do you find so interesting, Fenton?" He asked, staring at the floor where Danny looked.

No reply. Danny hadn't heard him. He hadn't heard anything. At the moment he'd gotten to the circular group, his hearing had lost it's sense. But he hadn't fretted. Sometimes it was on force. Too nervous to actually hear something, his body shut off both of his ears.

Dash rolled his eyes. "Fenton?" He said, angry this time. His voice showing only a hint of frustration. "Gosh, Fenton. Fenton, WHAT THE HELL?"

No respond. Danny stared at the field, watching as Paulina slipped her heel free of the field's grasp.

Sam shook, feeling herself feel slightly worried. She leaned forward yelling his name. "Danny? Danny? DANIEL FENTON?"

Dash rolled his eyes. He leapt from the field, annoyed of the absence of any remark.

His senses sprung back to him. Danny felt the spring of dirty puddle water in his eyes he spat the dirt out of his mouth and opened his eyes.

Danny's vision was covered with dirt.

He coughed, feeling a pull on his hair, quick. Dash must have realized it wasn't doing any good.

Danny raised his arm, tugging at Dash's jacket. He pulled up a pile of dark mud, throwing it hard into Dash's angered face.

Dash roared, flexing the black dirt out of his bleached hair angrily. He pulled back a strong and muscular shaped arm for a hard punch.

"Dash!" He yelped, pushing the raged teenager of his body with a new strength. "What the hell?"

Dash smirked. So he was ignoring me all along, the bastard!

"You suddenly can hear, can you?" He said, brushing himself off. Dash actually started to cool down as he made his white jacket cleaner. A clump of dried mud had stained the school's logo.

"What the hell are you talking about, creep?" Danny said as he brushed off his pants. He stared at the ground. Not noticing the red-faced teenager become angered again. He pushed back his blonde hair and with his left foot plunged at the dark haired Danny, who's hearing had gone off in the middle of the pounce.

Dash felt a hard tug at the back of his red jacket, making him chock. His big hands recruited from in front of him, to his collar. He coughed, staring at the holder of him.

Mr. Lancer frowned, "What do you all think your doing?" He asked, staring at the freshman teenagers, staggering around a dazed looked Danny. Danny tilted his head to the side, his left hand banging hard at the left side of his head, struggling frantically to get the clump lodged deep inside his ear.

"Defiantly not fighting---erm sir?" Tucker chocked, cocking his head to the side.

"Were you fighting?" Mr. Lancer asked, ignoring Tucker in the first place.

Tucker exhaled, rolling his eyes.

Paulina laughed, ready to get revenge at the others. Teach them to disagree from Paulina Sanchez!

"They were!" She sighed, shaking her head like the actor Paulina could be, "Dash was." She paused thinking. There were the others that disagreed with her. "And Valerie. And Kwan. And…" Sam, Tucker and Danny had been on her side. "Tucker, Sam and Danny too!" She said, enjoying being unfair.

Mr. Lancer tatted with his tongue. He raised an eyebrow, "Just them, eh Ms. Sanchez?"

Paulina gulped, nodding quickly.

Mr. Lancer sighed. He clapped his hands, "All of you. In the lunch room." He said.

Paulina scuffed, "Me?"

He nodded.

Danny pulled himself up from the ground with Sam's hand. He sighed, rubbing his hair free of dirt.

Sam smiled, leaning forward, "Good job ignoring Dash. Made him real happy, eh Danny?"

Danny shook his head, "Huh? Sorry, what?" He said, looking sincere.

Sam shook her head, "Your unpredictable, Mr. Fenton." She said. "Unpredictable and unique."

Danny's POV:

The lunchroom. Bringing back sort of a chill. I winced, remembering a lunch tray clatter across the room, hitting the wall across us loudly until it clattered to the floor.

I winced, shutting my eyes.

My fault.

The water fountain spring loose, letting out spray of water and the hole in the ceiling let in rain to our heads. It should have made me colder in temperature, but it made me hot with nerves.

I already knew what'd we had to do. I sighed, long and hard for the millionth time today, brushing my hair back in my face with my fingertips.

"You, all of you, are going to have this lunch area as clean as possible when I get back." Mr. Lancer said, suspiciously looking at me. "As much a s you all can do anyways. I don't except you to fill the holes. But if you can…" His voice trailed off and we all groaned. Me, just to look unsuspicious.

"Here." He said, sighing. He pulled out a broom from behind his back, as if he'd been caring it there for a while. He tossed it o my chest. I heaved, breathing in franticly to retrieve the air that was knocked out of me.

"Danny," He said, "Your dusting."

I groaned, I was never good at that. "Can't a mop or something?" I asked as he set the pan down by my shoes.

Mr. Lancer nodded.

Sometimes I wondered if he enjoyed seeing me squirm.

I rolled my eyes as he tossed Sam a bucket and a mop. Sam grinned at me, finding most of this funny.

I tried not to laugh with her. It wasn't funny. It was quite ironic.

He turned his back, leaving us in the pitch black lunch room with a broom in each hand.

The door to the cafeteria slammed shut, reminding me of the banging of pans in here only hours before.

"See? It's that stupid ghosts fault!" Some boy said in the darkness. It sounded like Dash or Kwan. Though their voices were different, it sounded simpler in the dark.

"Is not!" Paulina spat. Her voice was easy to recognize.

"Shut up will you all?" Tucker said as he scurried through his backpack. "Look. I haven't emptied my bag since the fifth grade! I've got a flash light."

"You've had the same bag since the fifth grade?" Kwan spat. This time his voice was clear.

I could sense Tucker nodding in the darkness. "Fifth grade science camp. Now," He continued, "Who needs this the most?"

I raised my hand, as if anybody could see me. "I do." I admitted. "I need to find my pile of dust to put in this—this pan."

Tucker nodded. He tossed the flashlight in the air.

It clunked on the floor.

"Nice." Sam sighed. She leaned against the wall after a lifetime of trying to find it.

Dash sighed, "Lets get to work."

I leaned over to the floor. Moving my hands around frantically in search of the flashlight, rolling on the floor someplace.

"Tuck," I sighed to myself, "Why'd you have to throw it?"

My had grazed something hard.

It wasn't a cylinder shape like a flashlight. Cubed.

I touched it again.

A box?

No, was it a book?

I flipped the cover open curiously.

A bright light shot openly in my eyes. I shielded them.

The flashlight brushed my fingers.

I heard a scream.

It was a board game box.

"Hey guys," I said, seeing their faces circle around me. "Anybody up for a board game?"

Candy- Please review. I'd like this to continue. Thanks!