6 months earlier

Daniel Fenton pulled himself out of his bed, slamming his hand down on the alarm clock to stop its incessant blaring. He yawned widely as he walked out into the hall, slightly surprised to find it empty. He looked down the hall to see his sisters door closed. That was slightly strange. She was usually pestering him the moment he walked out of his room.

He walked over and knocked on her door.

"Jazz?" he asked quietly. She opened the door, yawning loudly.

"What's up little bro?" She asked when she saw him.

"I was just wondering if you were alright." He said looking at her. "You're usually asking me questions as soon as I wake up."

"What are you talking about?" She asked him, yawning again. "I've never bothered you in the morning." He looked at her confused.

"Of course you do. You're studying psychology." She gave him a look.

"I've never once picked up a book on psychology, Danny. You know I'm more interested in cooking." The look he was giving her frightened her. "Stop staring at me like that!" She snapped, slamming the door in his face. He stood there for a few more minutes, shocked at what had just happened.

He sighed and dragged himself into the bathroom. Jazz was acting weird. She had been studying psychology for the past 5 or 6 years. He distinctly remembered her asking him at least a hundred questions every morning. About how he was feeling, why he was grumpy, if anything was bothering him. She never stopped the questions. There had been quite a few times that she had scolded her parents for being so strange and 'influencing' him.

He quickly showered and dragged himself down the stairs, collapsing in a chair at the table. He laid his head down only to be jolted awake by his mother snapping.

"Daniel! Get your head off the table!" He stared up at her surprised.

"I'm sorry?" He said, slightly confused.

"You know better than to put your head on the table. We eat food on that." He nodded, slightly afraid. It was then that he noticed she wasn't wearing her turquoise jumpsuit.

"Uh mom?" He asked. She turned to him. "Why aren't you wearing your jumpsuit?"

"What on Earth are you talking about?" She asked. "I don't even own a jumpsuit. You know that."

"Morning." Jack Fenton said as he sat down at the table. Danny couldn't help but stare at his father. Instead of the infamous orange jumpsuit his father had worn since his college days, he was wearing a suit.

"Since when do you wear a suit?" Danny asked surprised. His parents stared at him surprised.

"Daniel. What on Earth has gotten into you?" His mother said. "First you bother your sister with all this psychology talk, then you put your head on the table, and now you're question what we're wearing." He sighed.

"I'm sorry." He muttered, grabbing an apple from the basket. "I guess I'm still a little tired." His parents nodded as he picked up his backpack. "I'll see you guys after school." He said as he ran out the door. He rushed over to Tucker's and knocked on the door.

"Hey man." Tucker said as he closed the door behind him. "What's up? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"My parents and Jazz are acting strange. I'll tell you as soon as we get Sam." He said as they walked towards their friends house.

Samantha Manson lived in a mansion in the middle of town. It looked completely out of place against the smaller houses, but it was home none the less. Her parents were rich, and therefore she had everything she could ever wanted.

Danny and Tucker flipped when they found out. Despite Sam's insistence that it didn't matter how much money she had or how big her house was. As long as she had her friends and her individuality, she didn't care about anything else.

Danny rang the doorbell as he and Tucker stood on the step waiting.

"What exactly is wrong with your parents?" Tucker asked for what must have been the 10th time. Danny sighed as Mrs. Manson opened the door.

"Oh. Daniel. Tucker." She smiled. "Come on in. Sam will be right down." She closed the door behind them.

"That. Was weird." Danny said when she left the room.

"What do you mean?" Tucker asked. "She's always like that. Mrs. Manson loves us." Danny choked on his apple.

"She what?" Tucker raised an eyebrow at him.

"Dude you're the one being weird." Danny sighed and tried to get the piece of apple out of his throat.

"Hey guys!" He looked up as he heard Sam's voice and nearly choked again. She walked down the stairs. "You ok Danny?" She asked. He blinked and then nodded.

"Yea." He said quietly.

"Good." She smiled. "Come on." She grabbed his and Tucker's hand and dragged them out the door.

"Danny. Weren't you going to tell us what happened this morning?" Danny shook his head and stared at his friends.

"Oh. Right." He said. "Sorry. I was just distracted by the fact that Sam's wearing PINK!" he shouted. Sam's eyes widened in surprise.

"But… I always wear pink." Danny looked at her as though she had 2 heads.

"Yea dude. What's the big deal?" Tucker shrugged. "We have to go. Paulina's gonna bite you're head off if you're late again." He grabbed Danny's hand and pulled him towards the school.

Danny was deep in thought. Sam was wearing a dress. That was surprising enough. But it was pink. And her hair was past her shoulders. And had a bow in it. And she was wearing pink makeup. And heels!

He noticed then that Tucker wasn't carrying his PDA. That was also strange.

Hold up! Did he just Paulina?

"Whoa!" Danny said stopping. "Did you just say Paulina's waiting for me?" They both nodded.

"Yea. You guys have been dating for like 2 months now." Sam said.

"Ok. That's it!" He shouted. "You guys obviously made a plan with my family to prank me." They stared at him confused. "Well it isn't funny anymore."

"What in the world are you talking about?" Tucker asked.

"My parents weren't wearing jumpsuits this morning. Jazz claims she's never been interested in psychology. You don't have your PDA. Sam's wearing PINK! And now you're trying to tell me I'm dating Paulina!"

"Danny. We don't know what you're on about. I've never had a PDA." Danny sighed, completely flabbergasted.

"Whatever." He said walking towards the school. "Keep up with the prank."

Danny was even more surprised when he got to school. Paulina squealed happily when she saw him, throwing her arms around his neck when she reached him.

"Uh… hi?" He said when she pulled away.

"You aren't late today!" She smiled. He smiled slightly.

"Nope." he figured he'd go along with it. He did have a huge crush on Paulina.

"Good. I hate it when you're late." She pouted.

"I'm sorry." He said wrapping an arm around her waist. "Forgive me?" She smiled and nodded.

"Of course." He looked over at Sam and Tucker, surprised to find them talking to Dash. He led Paulina over to them.

"Hey Fenton." Dash smiled when he saw Danny. "What's up?"

"Not much." Danny said. It felt weird talking to Dash like this. He was used to being beaten up or shoved into a locker whenever Dash saw him.

He took his usual seat next to Sam as Lancer walked in.

"Good morning everyone." A chorus of groans answered him. He sighed and began to write on the board. Danny sneaked a glance at Sam.

He still couldn't grasp the fact that she was wearing pink. Of all things.

And Tucker. Why the hell didn't he have his PDA with him? He loved that thing. More than girls. He remembered one day Tuck had asked the thing to be his girlfriend.

Danny sighed and shook his head. He was so confused about everything.

Paulina was his girlfriend. He was friends with Dash. Sam and Tucker weren't the freaks that he loved.

"What the hell is going on?" He whispered.

"Mr. Fenton." He looked up to see Lancer standing in front of his desk.

"Uh… Sorry." He muttered looking back down. It was a reflex he had developed. Whenever Lancer said his name, it usually meant trouble.

"No need to apologize. Just pay more attention." Lancer walked back to the board and began to write again. Danny sat there, his mouth hanging open.

"Dude." Tucker said poking him. "Close your mouth." Danny did so instantly, eliciting a giggle from Sam. Since when did Sam giggle? He looked at her, his eyes full of confusion.

Danny sat down at his usual table, Sam and Tucker on the other side staring at him while they ate. He looked at Sam's plate and couldn't contain his surprised.

"Are you eating meat?" He asked. She nodded.

"Of course." She said, smiling. "I always do. You're acting really weird today, Danny. Are you feeling alright?"

"I'm fine." He snapped as Paulina sat down beside him.

"Are you stressed?" She asked him. He sighed and nodded. Her eyes lit up instantly. "We should all go to the mall after school!" She said happily.

"Oh my God, yes!" Sam said. "I saw this awesome pair of shoes there the other day. They would look absolutely amazing on you!" Danny stared at his best friend, total shock covering his face.

"Danny. Stop staring." Paulina said. "Sam might be hot, but there's no need to stare." He looked at her, the shock only increasing.

"I… Have to go." He said standing up and running all the way back to his house. He rushed up the stairs, slamming his room door behind him. He leaned against it, trying to catch his breath.

He was beginning to get extremely freaked out. Sam and Paulina did not get along, let alone go shopping together. And since when did Sam wear anything but black and purple? And since when had she ever eaten meat? That went against everything she stood for.

"I don't get it…" He muttered as he slid to the floor, his head in his hands. "These aren't my friends. This isn't my family."

"Danny?" He heard Jazz's voice through the door. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine Jazz." He muttered.

"Alright." She smiled. "Mom and Dad won't be home til late, I'll be cooking supper in about an hour." He opened the door and looked at her.

"Can I ask you something?" He asked. She nodded.

"Of course you can."

"What do they do again?" Jazz chuckled. She knew how scatterbrained her little brother could be sometimes. "They're professors at the community college. You know that. Vlad bought the school board and gave them both jobs." The name echoed in Danny's head.

"When was the last time we saw Vlad?" He asked, remembering the grudge the man held against his father.

"Last night." She said. "He was telling us about how he was thinking about dating." Danny nearly choked on air.

"Vlad? Dating?" He asked. "I thought he loved mom."

"Eww." Jazz said. "Vlad and mom are nothing more than friends Danny. He's never even tried to hit on her. If anything, I'd say he was hitting on you." Danny shuddered, just the thought of Vlad hitting on him made him want to puke.

"Alright." He said. Jazz turned to walk away, but he grabbed her hand. "What about the ghost portal?" He asked.

"What are you on about now?" She asked, pulling her hand free.

"Nothing." He whispered, closing the door as she walked away. "No ghost portal." He said to himself. "But that means… I'm going ghost!" He shouted closing his eyes. He waited a moment before opening his eyes again and looking down at his body. "Oh no." He said nervously. "Oh no. No. No! NO! This cannot be happening!"