"DO!"
"DON'T!"
"DO!"
"DON'T!"
"DO!"
"I DO NOT!" Danny yelled. He and Tucker were walking home from school and Tucker had just brought up his subject of the day. Sam.
"You do so! You're blushing! You like her!"
"I DO-" Danny stopped midsentance, blue mist had just coiled out of his mouth.
"Ha! You admit it!"
"No, Tuck, I don't. I'll see you later though." Danny dashed behind a street corner and disappeared before Tucker could protest.
Throwing his bag into a hiding place, Danny changed into Danny Phantom. He was the mysterious ghost boy. That was one reason why they had to move in the first place. Danny's parents were ghost hunters, and, no more ghosts had been coming to his hometown, so they moved to the most ghost infested place in the world: Amity Park. Needless to say, the place was keeping him on his toes.
No one had actually seen him around as Danny Phantom yet, but, as soon as someone figured it out, the media would be swamping this place. Danny didn't understand how he could be so popular, he just saved people, and got into a lot of trouble at the same time. Oh, well, it wasn't that much of a sacrifice. Danny had always been a loner, Tucker and Sam were the first people he'd actually connnected too.
Flying through the air, Danny found a ghost at the school. With a groan, he recognized the ghost. Of all the ghosts in the ghost zone, it had to be him. The Box Ghost.
Danny rolled his eyes and grabbed the Fenton Thermos, which had been specially tweaked not to capture him and trap him inside.
"Bewareeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee." The Box Ghost howled, being sucked inside. Turning to go, Danny heard an audible intake of breath, he turned, but could see no one.
"Hello? Who's there? Show yourself." There was a thump from behind him, someone had just climbed down from the tree. Spinning around, Danny called, "What were you doing in the-there?" Danny hoped that the falter in his voice wouldn't be noticed.
She crossed her arms and waited, her purple eyes serious. "I asked you a question." Danny floated toward her. "Answer me."
Sam shook her head. She wasn't stupid, in fact, she was terribly clever. With a sinking feeling in his gut, Danny realized that he wasn't fooling her. She'd suspected him. Holding out his palm, Danny told her, "I still expect an answer."
Sam took his hand, but, she couldn't figure out what to say, instead, she traced meaningless lines. "It's okay to gloat, you know. We both know you already suspected it."
I didn't suspect it. I knew it for a fact. Why do you think I asked the Box Ghost to come?
"How did you know about me? How did you come in contact with the ghost?" Danny asked, needing answers to his million questions.
Go get your bag, meet me at my house, you do know how to get there? A nod. Good. Tell whoever answers the door that you're there to see me. Come upstairs and I'll tell you as a human.
"See you in a few minutes." Danny left.
Questions whirred through his mind faster than the speed of light. How? Why? What? But most of all, was how? How? There were so many questions that went with that. Danny grabbed his bag, and headed to the upscale part of Amity Park.
"Hello, sir, may I help you?" A butler answered the door, looking like something from an oldfaishoned movie.
"I'm here to see Sam."
"Miss Samantha is upstairs in her room, first door on the second floor." Danny slipped past the butler and hiked up thirty six stairs.
He knocked on the door, then opened it. Sam was sitting on a window seat, staring outside.
"Sam?" She turned toward him, a half smile on her face. "Are you ready to answer my questions?" She motioned to the place beside him and he sat down. "How do you-" She grabbed his palm.
I already know what you're going to say. Just listen. From a young age, I would have dreams, sometimes even when I was awake. I would freak out, I was scared, sometimes, though, these visions would be happy. One day, when I was about eight, I realized that these weren't just daydreams, they were reflections of the future. I knew what was going to happen, and why. I worked with my power, figured out how to find a certain person's future. I thought that I had my power harnessed, no weird dreams.
Then, one night, I dreamed of a white-haired boy, with glowing green eyes. I knew immidiatley what he was. A ghost, more importantly, a half ghost. He was sad, upset, even. My dream self needed to find out why. When I woke, I knew it would be best to forget the boy, it wasn't likely I would ever meet him. His prescence haunted me though. It wasn't something I could forget. I'm sensitive to people, and their auras. His was something I'd never felt before. Today, as I was going to the library, I felt the ghost boy's presence intrude my school. I felt excited, though, I couldn't explain why.
I was drawn toward the office, the crowd was moving against me though, and I only caught a glimpse of black hair, and Tucker Foley. When I entered that biology lab, I couldn't belive how, powerful, the presence felt. When I found out it was you, I almost couldn't believe it. I spent most of my time comapring you and the ghost-boy. The similarities were remarkable. He truly was your alter ego. I needed to speak with you, tell you about what I could do. I had a dream about an impending doom, if a certain action wasn't taken. I still don't know what's going to happen, or what needs to be done. Sam concluded.
"Wow, that's almost unbelievable." The girl looked angry. "I don't mean that I don't believe you. Who am I to say that it's impossible? Now, though, we need to figure some stuff out."
Sam grabbed his palm, which was still tingling from her long speech.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE NEED TUCKER?" Danny shrieked.
Hey, so, thanks to If-I-could-write-500-miles for the ideas and suggestions. I totally didn't expect her to find out that he was Danny Phantom in the chapter, it just sort of happened, but it fits. I wish you'd take your time and review, it really helps, suggestions and ideas are welcome.
~DI4MGZ~
