Hey guys, sorry I haven't posted in a while I've just not had much inspiration lately. I'll try to update the story every other Sunday, but honestly it all depends on if the chapters ready or not.
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom
Danny pov
When I came to I was on the ceiling and like always I was stuck. I did a once over for bruises finding I had gain some new ones. That and my throat hurt like I had been strangled. Oh wait, that did happen. It was Skulker again, like usual… and Sam and Tucker had been there! Oh, this was bad they were probably so scared. They probably don't want to be friends anymore... but they did want to well I guess I'll worry about that later for now I need to get off the ceiling.
"Dad! Jazz! Help! I'm on the ceiling!" I yelled
Sure enough they came to aid me, Mom right behind them as expected, but to my surprise they were followed by Sam and Tucker. Apparently the two had stayed. We were still friends! They weren't to scared! Wait, I'm still on the ceiling and they didn't know I could do that! Well they do now.
"How are you doing that?!" Sam asked smiling up at me
"That's not possible" Tuck exclaimed jaw practically on the ground.
Of course this made me blush like crazy and like I always do when I'm nervous I scratched the back of my head as well a make a great joke. "Um, hey guys" I gave a small wave.
'You feeling ok?' Mom signed
"Yeah. I'm fine. But I am stuck, please help." I both signed and spoke.
Jazz discreetly gave our parents a look that said 'give us time alone with our friends'
Mom picked up on the message a tapped my dad's shoulder leading him back into the kitchen.
"How are you doing that?" Sam asked again
"Um, I'm not really doing anything. This is the reason I have to wear those heavy shoes." I explained finally getting tired of laying down so I sat up sitting criss-cross on the ceiling, looking up (or down?) at them.
"So you just float? All the time, no matter what?" Tuck asked still in disbelief.
"Well, no, not always I just can't control it-"
"Yet " Jazz interrupted. I ignored her.
"-so I never know when or if I'm going to end up floating."
"You can fly?!" Tuck asked more like a stating a fact he couldn't believe was real. Much like my parent when I first floated to the ceiling at age five.
"Sorta?"
"That's so cool! Your like a superhero! You could save the city from evil guys!"
"I don't think Danny'd be much help. He gets stuck on the ceiling a lot. Oh what help that would be." Jazz teased I know she secretly thought the same.
I don't think Tuck was listening because his eyes gleamed like he had the most wonderful idea known to mankind. "We could be your sidekicks and fight crime! That would be so cool!"
"I'm not being a sidekick." Sam demanded "If anything we're partners."
"I'm not a hero guys. Did you already forget the ghost I fought earlier? I didn't win the fight."
"So you're still learning." Jazz sighed, we've had this talk multiple times before.
Everyone thinks oh superpowers awesome but really there's nothing I want more than to be normal. Sure when I was much younger I thought it would be cool, what child doesn't at least once wish for superpowers? Now that I've actually had to fight a few ghost though… it's not fun. I always get beat up and everyone makes fun of me because of the bruises; because of the superpowers. If you ask me they're more trouble than they're worth.
"I don't want to be a superhero though. I want to be an astronaut." I explained
"In what universe would someone choose to be an astronaut instead of a superhero?" Sam asked disbelievingly
"Evidently this one." Tuck claimed sadly "Aw man, I was so looking forward to being a hero."
"Just because Danny doesn't want to doesn't mean you can't." Jazz explained
"I guess." he mumbled. This made me feel bad.
"I didn't mean to upset you, but it's not my dream. I don't want to fight people for a living."
"Yet" Jazz insisted to which I rolled my eyes.
"Could you guys just please get me down form here. It's getting uncomfortable up here."
"Why? Does all your blood rush to your head?" Sam asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"No, I feel I'm on display like some weird animal. Plus there's no cushion up here in case you haven't noticed."
"How do we get you down?" Sam asked as she bit her lip like she always does when she's thinking. It's really rather cute. Uh, I mean girls are gross.
"We could throw him his shoes." Tuck suggested already trying to pick my shoes up… and failing. "God, how do you walk in these?" he asked putting all his might into lifting the shoes and only getting them a few inches off the ground.
This made me laugh; not so easy is it? Sam went over to try and left them as well with the same result. Maybe now they'll be more understanding when I take forever to make it up the stairs.
"Wait before we get him down you guys have to try this its so much fun!" Jazz then ran to the couch. I groaned seeing her get up on the back of it; I knew what she wanted to do. I glared at her which she returned with puppy-dog eyes.
"Please, Danny" she begged
Ugh I hate sisters sometimes. "Fine" I grittered out. Using the ceiling I crawled my way to above the couch.
"Thank you, Danny. Come on guys, get up here." Sam and Tuck both got on the couch as well. "Ok so what we're going to do is jump grab on to Danny."
"Does this get him down?" Tuck asked
I sighed "No, it doesn't."
Jazz then choose this time to jump grabbing my leg causing me to let out a pretty unmanly sound. As always her weight pulls me down but it's slowly like a cartoon character floating down on an umbrella. This would be more fun if I wasn't the umbrella. Jazz makes it to the ground then let go allowing me to make it back to the ceiling. Of course Sam and Tucker thought this was amazingly cool which made me feel better, at least they don't think I'm a freak. For the next hour of my life I was used as a parachute; it was fun. That is until my pant fell down when Tuck grabbed onto them instead of my waist. I've never been so embarrassed in my life! Of course this had to be the day I wore my heart boxer (Don't judge me! Dad says all men should have a pair.) On the bright side my embarrassment turned off my floating so I don't have to wear my shoes anymore. Or is that a bad thing since we couldn't play parachute anymore?
"Tuck, you broke him!" Sam yelled
"I didn't mean to." he apologized
"Guys! Don't fight, it's ok I was kinda getting bored anyway." I amended sheepishly, rubbing my hand on the back of my neck. "Parachute isn't the most fun game for me."
Jazz sighed "Oh come on you don't hate it that much. Admit it Danny, you liked having Sam's arms around you."
My cheeks flushed "I did not!" I then looked over to Sam "I mean I didn't mind it but it wasn't any different than you or Tuck's."
Jazz giggled "Riiight."
"Shut up, Jazz! Don't forget I check your homework and I saw the hearts around Spikes name."
This time Jazz flushed and through a pillow at me. I could hear Tuck and Sam laughing at us in the background but I was too busy focusing on hitting Jazz back.
"What're you kids up to now?" Our dad walked in yelling.
"We just finished playing parachute." Tuck supplied before Jazz and I could tell him not to. Our parents didn't exactly like the parachute game ever since Jazz fell from the tree in the backyard, while playing the game. She hadn't had a good grip on me and fell.
"The parachute game? You mean the game you two aren't allowed to play? Your mother is not going to be happy about this."
"No one got hurt." Jazz whined
"This time. We don't want you guys playing it."
"But it's not like Danny were perfectly safe anyway with the ghost."
"Jazz, stop now or your grounded as soon as your friends leave."
Jazz huffed "Ok"
"It's getting late why don't you guys go on up to bed. Tuck and Danny in one room Sam and Jazz in the other. Come on up you go." He gave us a small push on the back herding us up to our rooms.
"But I'm not tired." I whined
"You're never tired." Argued Tuck with a yawn. Maybe he was just too tired to grab on properly earlier?
"Yeah he is, but he just took a nap after the ghost attack so he's probably not sleepy. I know I wouldn't be." Sam defend "Plus I'm not tired either; I'm a creature of the night, so I'm up all night. At least that's what my granny says."
"Well it's time for bed. Maddie already fell asleep and I'm getting tired myself sooo, off to bed!"
With a sigh we all head up for bed, each to their own rooms. Tuck crawled into his sleeping bag on the floor and I crawled into my bed which had a bed above it bolted to the ceiling in case I started floating in my sleep in the middle of the night. It didn't always used to be there but after a week into learning I could fly and complaining that it felt like I slept on the floor my parents put it up there. Sure it's only six pillows under a sleeping bag but it's more comfortable than the other Idea we had; strapping me to the bed at night. Yeah, I like this idea better. If Tucker noticed it he didn't say anything about it. Maybe he was too tired?
After what felt like hours but was probably only minutes I saw movement by the door. Of course that happens all the time. Ghost visit every night, some hurt me, others creeply stared at me, either way their presence was not appreciated. Mom and Dad said they were working on something to keep them out, but they haven't finished it yet. Curiosity told me to go check it out, but fear said to stay in bed and hide under the covers.
In the end curiosity won. I had superpowers after all, what did I have to be afraid of. Pushing off the covers I tippy-toed around Tuck, making my way to the door. Peeking out the door everything was normal until I saw a shadow from down stairs. Gathering my courage, I made my way down stairs. The whole house was dark except for the slight glow that radiates off my body. Suddenly there was a thud, making me jump and float to the ceiling.
"Danny?" Sam's voice asked sleepily
"Sam?" I asked before falling to the ground.
"What are you doing?"
"I told you I wasn't tired, so when I saw something move and I went to check it out. What's your excuse?"
"I had to use the bathroom… Hey, do I have sleep brain or are you glowing?"
I blushed "Um… Yeah"
"That's so cool! Your like a living glow stick!" Sam laughed
I shrugged "I guess"
"Well, I'm guessing your still not tired?" Sam asked
"No, but you probably are so I'll let you get back to bed." I explained starting in the direction of my room.
Sam rolled her eyes "Oh come on, creature of the night here. I don't need sleep. Let's go do something fun."
I rubbed the back of my neck. "I don't know, Sam, I don't want to get in trouble. Plus you'll be tired in the morning and won't want to have fun then."
"I'll be fine" she yawned. Normally I would argue but once Sam set her mind to something there was no changing it. "So what you want to do?" I shrugged to which she sighed. "Come on Danny, give me a reason to fight sleep off instead of inviting it in."
I laughed at her antics and thought about what we could do. I did have one thing in mind but I didn't want it to feel like I was rubbing it in that I had powers and she didn't. I already had that problem with Jazz, still kinda do.
Taking a deep breath I suggested "We could play sparkle fingers?"
"Sparkle fingers? What's that?"
"It's a game Jazz and I play in the dark, it's kinda like playing with sparklers."
"How do you play?" she asked cocking her head like a confused puppy.
I laughed again and held up my finger in between us, concentrating on making it glow. It only took a moment to brighten my fingers natural glow into something more powerful like a flashlight or sparkler without the popping part.
"Woow, can I touch it? Will it hurt?" She asked hand hovering over my my finger.
"Um, I don't know. It's off and on. I wouldn't though."
"Ok" she grumbled "Sooo how do we play the game?"
Oh yeah. Slowly I moved my finger around like one would a sparkler and like a sparkler my finger had a trail of light following after it. The only difference being that my trail lasted longer to where you could actually spell your name fully without is disappearing. Shakily I spelled out her name. When I glanced back at Sam her mouth was agape as she stared at my work until it faded. When she caught me staring, I mean watching her she smirked.
"Your full of tricks aren't ya. Let me try." She then grabbed my wrist and began to draw in the air.
We took turns drawing in the air with my finger, occasionally challenging each other to draw something specific. This went on until after one of my turns I turned to Sam to find she had fallen asleep on the couch. Giving her a small smile I walked over and moved some hair from her face. I couldn't leave her on the couch then Mom and Dad would know that we stayed up. Nervously I rubbed the back of my neck; what do I do? Wake her up or carry her up? I guess I could carry her, but what if she woke up? Would she mind? Well I am keeping her from getting in trouble so that's what I'll tell her if she wakes.
Has carefully as I could I picked her up bridal style. Sam head rolled over to my shoulder and I might just be crazy but I swear she snuggled up to me. Thankfully without any mishaps I managed to get Sam to Jazz's room and into her sleeping bag. She looked so peaceful and comfortable. I'll never admit it to anyone but I did think Sam was kinda cute, especially when she was asleep. Quietly I made my way to my own bed.
Well, there's that chapters. Hope you all liked it. Feel free to review and tell me what you think. All reviews are much appreciated and actually they make me want to write more.
