Disclaimer: I don't own and UNFORTUNATELY will never own the ever sexy ghost boy (oh how I wish I did though).
AN: I will tell you when I switch POV's because I am still unfortunately bad at doing those. Also this is an AU story and the characters might be a bit OOC sry.
PROLOUGE
Sam's POV
I can't believe that me, of all people, am in this situation I just can't believe it. You're probably wondering who and what my situation is right, well let me introduce my self and my odd life story. My name is Samantha Manson, I'd prefer to be called Sam though, my family and I just moved to this new place called Amity Park like 6 months ago.
The thing is though, that my parents hadn't really done much research on where they decided we were going to be moving and it turns out that Amity Park is like one of the most haunted places on the planet, WONDERFUL isn't it. Well, I mean hey I don't have anything against ghosts but I get creeped out when I feel people watching me, imagine ghosts.
Just to fill you in, I don't have a problem with moving I actually like to see new places my problem has to do with something else completely. I guess I should start with the day we moved into our new house.
"Sammy! Could you be a dear and bring that box on the porch inside?" my mother had asked me from the kitchen.
I rolled my eyes and sighed when she called my name, "Mom I told you to STOP calling me THAT!" I called back to her as I got up to get the box outside. I walked outside and found the box on the bottom of the steps, it was the last one. I sighed again and bent down to grab the box when someone yelled, "Hey! Watch out, I can't stop my self!"
I turned around just in time to see a big black and white blur crash right into me. Boy does it hurt when your body abruptly makes contact with the ground. That's when I remembered that the person that collided with me was still on top of me. I immediately looked up and was greeted with the most unearthly green eyes looking straight into my amethyst ones. We just stared for a second before I had the place of mind to say, "Umm could you get off me?"
He blushed and stuttered, "O-oh! I-I'm so sorry I really didn't mean to land on you like that." He said to me. I could tell he was being sincere in the fact that he didn't want to land on me, and I'm glad he helped me up. That's when I noticed what he was wearing and quirked an eyebrow at him, "Umm what's with the getup?" I asked.
He looked down and then back up at me and said, "Oh! Well um . . . you see I was just … rehearsing for a play, yeah and I was trying to act out one of the fighting scenes and that's when I kind of attacked you with my body."
He looked a little nervous but I didn't think anything of it. I reached down to grab the box again, this time with it firmly in my arms I walked up my front steps turned around and said, "It was nice meeting you …?"
He answered, "Danny, it was nice meeting you too …"
"Sam," I answered and he smiled and ran off down the street, "That was totally not weird." I said to my self as I walked inside with the box still in my arms.
AN: Sry if it wasn't the best but It's my first fanfiction. I hope you all enjoyed it and please only write constructive criticism, I don't like reading rude comments from rude people thankyou.