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Danny's point of view

" Well, all I'm saying is that it sort of was your fault. I mean, if the first time you stayed overnight at Sam's and you were shot, you might not come back, but all I'm saying is that because you did-"

" Alright. Alright. I get it, Tuck. It was my fault. I was being careless and I wasn't thinking. It was totally my fault." I said.

" So you see my point." he refocused on his burger, did I mention he was a messy eater? If Sam were here, she would be scolding him. But, unfortunately, Sam's grandmother only allowed her to leave the house if it was for school or buying groceries. And my parents were surprisingly more lenient. Unlike what they had told me, I could go fight ghosts, and I could just hang out. Only if Sam wasn't in any way involved. I basically only got to see her at school, where Lancer was keeping an annoyingly, (and sort of creepy) close eye on us. I swear I saw him with binoculars once. But that was probably just my imagination.

The only time I could even touch her was in between classes where I held her hand and during lunch when we snuck off to be alone for a few minutes. And it was torture.

My dad threatened to go so far as putting a security camera in my room to see if I snuck out. But, thankfully, I was being good. I was sort of hoping they could see that and shorten my grounding sentence. Or allow me to see Sam after school. It's hard to have a great relationship when you couldn't even go on dates. But somehow we were managing better than I thought. We practically skyped every evening with each other for hours. Hey, it was better than nothing. But really, I missed her. I barely got to spend time with her. Skyping just wasn't the same as actually being with that person. Especially if it's the person you love. It was frustrating. And it had only been one week so far. I was sure I wasn't going to make it another five. I had to think of some plan. . .

" So, how are things with Sam anyway?" Tucker asked, breaking me from my thoughts.

" Oh, you know, good. I just hate how I don't get to spend any free time with her. I wish my parents would just freaking lay off. I can handle things, I'm not an irresponsible teen. I mean, I keep this town safe, don't I?" I complained.

" You know, you seem sort of crabby lately." He noted.

" Well, what do you expect? Me to be all cheery because I never get to be with my girlfriend? It's driving me nuts! I miss her!"

" I really can't relate, dude." He said.

" Thanks." I said back sarcastically.

" Danny," he sighed, " I really don't know what to tell you. But you know, Sam is my best friend too, and we don't get to all hang out anymore. If only you'd been more careful-"

" Stop!" I cried. " I'm sick of you telling me I should have been more careful. I already know that, and I do wish I were more careful, but I wasn't and there's nothing I can do about it now." I dropped my head on the table with a bang. It sort of hurt, but I didn't care. I missed Sam. I wanted to be with her. But oh, no. My parents get to make my decisions for me. I obviously can't be independent and make my own choices. I was sixteen for crying out loud! This was so unfair. I swear I had to find a way out of this. I had to see Sam. Somehow. Suddenly my head shot up.

" Tucker, if you don't mind, I'm gonna take off." I stood up abruptly, leaving my burger as I strode to the door.

" Can I have your fries?" I heard him shout. I looked over at him and nodded as I left the restaurant. I looked around as an old habit before I realized that everyone knew anyway. I took off in my ghost form as I flew. I needed to think about how best it was to do this. . .

Tucker's point of view

Cool. He let me have his fries. I sighed and shook my head. Where on earth was he so eager to be? I knew there was only one answer. I should have told him to wait it out, knowing Danny, he was about to get himself into more trouble.

Sam's point of view

I was sitting around listing to loud alternative music, the speakers were blaring in my eardrums. The music could probably be heard through the entire house, and that was saying something, considering the size of the house. My grandma had told me a hundred times to turn it down. I didn't listen. Or pretended I couldn't hear. She stopped bothering me eventually.

I sighed and looked out my window. I was completely bored. Utterly, devastatingly bored. I wished Danny could come over. But my grandma wasn't going to let him back under the roof of this house for a long time. And besides, he was grounded from seeing me anyway.

I was pondering while I stared out the window. Suddenly, I was surprised someone was looking back at me, his white hair and green eyes practically glowing. I jumped up.

" Danny!" I exclaimed, knowing there was no hope of my grandma hearing through the music. I could barely hear myself. I made my way over as he phased right through the window. I could barely hear him even though he was talking in my ear.

" Wanna go for a quick ride?" he asked grinning. I smiled back.

" What if someone sees us?" I questioned.

" I can make us invisible, remember? Come on, let's go to the docks, there's never anyone out there." with that he picked me up. I clutched myself to him. I missed the feeling of being in his arms. With his face so close. . .

He turned us both invisible and intangible as he flew us out of my house, I could hear my music from the street. Wow. I didn't know I had it that loud. I watched how the buildings and landmarks flew beneath us as he flew us away. It was amazing.

He landed on the abandoned docks, we sat down on the edge, our feet dangling over the ocean. I leaned into him, snuggling into his chest for the first time in a long time. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me closer. I layed my head on his shoulder and sighed in contentment.

" What if my grandma comes up to check on me again?" I asked.

" I don't know. But I do know I had to see you. I miss you Sam. I wish my parents would let me at least see you for a couple hours after school, we could hang out at the nasty burger or go to the movies or something. Like we used to. But now your basically under house arrest and my parents won't let me see you." he said the last sentence bitterly.

" Only five more weeks." I said flatly. He groaned.

" Don't remind me."

" Maybe. . . " I said as an idea slowly formed in my mind. My eyebrows rose as I considered the option.

" What?" he asked suspiciously.

" Could you, you know, like overshadow them and convince them to shorten our punishment? Or allow us to see each other for a few hours after school like you said?"

" Actually, that's a great idea!" he hit his head with his palm. " Why did I never think of that?"

" Because you're a C student?"

He shot me a look. " You didn't have to answer that."

I laughed. I turned my face up to press my lips to his briefly. He buried his face in my hair and held me tighter. Neither of us moved for a moment, not wanting to ruin the moment. Eventually he sighed.

" We should get going before your grandma notices your absence."

I kissed him again. " Alright. Take me home." I smiled. "And then make your parents have a chat about our current situation."

" Yep, that's the plan." he grinned as he took me in his eyes and flew off.

Danny's point of view

" Jack? What are you talking about? Danny needs to learn his lesson!" my mother said to me. Only she didn't know it was me, but I could sense that my mom needed to be overshadowed as well.

" Well mo- Maddie! I think Danny's behavior is perfect! He deserves to be ungrounded from Sam!" I said through my dad. Then I flew out of him and into my mother.

" Oh, Jack, your right! Danny has been such a good boy lately! I'll go call Sam's grandmother and discuss this!" I made my way over to the phone and dialed. Sam's grandma picked up on the third ring.

" Hello." I said when she picked up, I was grateful that I knew how to talk in her voice when I overshadowed her.

" Mrs. Fenton?" she asked.

" I was wondering, because Danny and Sam have been so good this past week, if we can allow them to see each other again, you know, like unground Sam and allow her to see Danny!" I wondered if that would be something my mom would say.

" Well, I was thinking about that, you see Sam has been locking herself in her room and listening to strange music at such loud volumes I can hear it on the other side of town! I do think it would be good for her to get out."

" Thats great! I'll go tell Danny!"

" I suppose I'll go tell Sam to get out of the house. She needs to see the outdoors."

" Alright, bye!" I hung up the phone. I phased up to my room and waited.

" Danny!" my fathers voice shouted. " You can go see Sam again, your mother and I were just talking and we decided you were good enough to be free again!"

I jumped up. " Yes!" I raced down the stairs. " Alright. Bye mom, bye dad!" I kicked the front door open and took of, so glad it worked.

Maddie's point of view ( new pov)

" Jack? Why did we just let Danny free?" I asked my husband.

" I don't know. But what I do know is that I have to go check on my ghost trapping device." he said as he bumbled into the lab. I stared after him, confused as to why we decided to unground Danny. I was sure I wouldn't let up on his punishment until I was completely sure he had learned his lesson. I don't think he has yet though, it's only been a week. I don't know what came over me. I pondered this for a moment. Eventually I just shrugged. I was in no mood to ponder the mysteries of my own mind. I followed my husband into the lab.

Lancers point of view ( new pov)

I knew those kids were up to something! I was sure their parents would ground them to the ends of the earth and back! But when I overheard a conversation with Daniel and his friend, I was shocked to find out that Danny's parents have receded all punishment. But that means I'll have to keep an even closer eye on the two. My eyes narrowed as Daniel slung and arm around Samantha's shoulders. I should yell at them for P.D.A.! But I decided against it, I didn't need to make them suspicious. I was glad they were completely oblivious to my scrutiny.

I walked out of the cafeteria, ( it was currently lunch time) and made my way to their secret abandoned hallway to check on the security camera I'd installed when I heard the news that they were no longer grounded. I glanced around the hallway, checking to see if the camera was too noticeable. But I'd concealed it nicely. They would never know. I heard sudden footsteps behind me.

" To Kill a Mocking Bird!" I wispered as I made it out of the hallway just in time to see the two lovebirds sneak off. Again. I sighed heavily. Teenagers. I suppose their all the same. Even superpowered ghost teenagers, I thought as I glared at Daniel one last time before I made my way back to my classroom. I would review the tape after school to see if I could get any clues as to why their parents suddenly gave them free reign. It was a suspicious situation. And I was determined to keep an eye on it.

Tucker's point of view

I gotta say, it sure didn't surprise me that Danny figured a way out of his punishment. And I'm glad he did. He sure was pretty snappy when he wasn't around Sam. It's a relief to know your best friend won't get offended by anything you say anymore. Its also nice to have Sam back when Danny and I go to the Nasty Burger or the movies. It's just not right with only the two of us. Anyway, I'm not sure if Danny or Sam notices, but Lancer is following them around like a piece of gum on the bottom of their shoe, I swear I saw him with binoculars once. But, that may have been my imagination, because what sane teacher would spy on their students making out? Yeah, must be imagining things, so I don't think I should tell Danny.

" Tucker? Did you hear me!?" Danny asked.

" What? No, sorry. What was that?" I asked politely.

" I asked if you wanted to hang out with Sam and I, unless your busy. . . " he frowned. I had been busy lately. You may not believe it, but I had a girlfriend. And I sort of felt guilty for not telling Danny. But he would probably have a mental breakdown if he found out who I was with. And he'd have a lot of questions. . . I shook my head, clearing my thoughts so I could anser him.

" Actually, I do have a few things to do, I'll have to pass."

" Okay then, see you Tomarrow." he waved before taking off in the direction of his house. I pulled out my PDA.

" I don't know what I would do without you." I told it.

" Aww, are you talking to me?"

I jumped. Please tell me my PDA did not talk back. Gosh, maybe I am crazy.

" I'm talking to you Tucker." thank god. The voice came from behind me. I turned to see Jazz, shifting the weight of her books from one arm to the other. I laughed.

" For a second I though my PDA was talking to me!" I said.

" So wait, you were talking to an inanimate object again? Tucker! What did I tell you about that?" She asked.

" Umm. . . Not to do it?"

" You need more work than I thought." she frowned. " Do you want to go to the library with me? They have a whole section about people who think things are alive and-"

" I do not think my PDA is alive!" I said firmly.

" But you were talking to it, if you want to talk to someone about your problems then I can-"

" Jazz. That's not necessary."

" Well I have to go to the library anyway, I have to research my thesis on-"

" Let's go!" usually I wouldn't be so exited, but at least she dropped the subject of me talking to my PDA. And hopefully won't bring it up again.

" So did you tell Danny yet, Jazz?" I asked.

" I thought that was your job, your his best friend."

" And your his sister! He won't be as mad at you!"

" No, that would make him more angry with me!"

" Fine, I'll be the one to tell him." I surrendered. Jazz smiled.

" Good."

Danny's point of view

I was sprawled over my bed complaining. Tucker was unusually silent, but that may be because I was doing all the talking.

" And then after I got rid Technus the Box Ghost decided to make a reappearance, for the fourth time this week, and it's only Tuesday! I think I should just keep him in the thermos instead of releasing him back into the ghost zone, that way he can't bother me. And speaking of bothering, is something on your mind, Tuck? You seem out of it since you got back from the library." I said.

" Oh, umm. I have something to tell you, it's actually-"

" I have something to tell you, too. Ever since you know, when Sam's mom freaked out and pegged me with that ecto gun, I haven't felt right since. I don't know what's wrong, but I have a weird feeling. . . Sort of like, well I don't know how to describe it, I feel almost. . . Like I can-like I'm invincible or something. I know I heal fast, but when I got this cut on my arm from fighting Technus, when I changed back, it was gone, not even a scar. Weird, huh?" I told him, but the strange thing is, he didn't seem to be listening. " Tucker? Are you there?" I asked waving my hand in front of his face. He seemed to take a deep breath.

" I have. . . A girlfriend." he announced. My eyebrows shot up. I completely forgot what train of thought I was just on.

" Seriously? About time dude, I was beginning to think that you would be single all throughout high school." I snickered.

" Ha ha. Very funny."

" Who is she?" I asked curiously. He gulped.

" Heh heh, this is where you start hating your best freind..." he muttered nervously. What did he mean, 'hating your best'... No. No, it couldn't be. The only girl he could date that could possible make me hate him is. . .

" Your dating Sam!?" I yelled at the top of my lungs, how could he? How could Sam? What did this mean for-

" Eww! No, of course not! Don't jump to conclusions!" he yelled. I relaxed immediately.

" Sorry, but other than that, theres no girl you could possibly date that would make me hate you."

" Oh? Um, what if. . . It was your sister?" he asked. I thought about it.

" I'd pound whoever it was to pulp. I dont think there's that many out there who deserves someone as smart as Jazz."

" Umm. . . Danny?" he asked uncomfortably.

" What? Aren't you going to tell me who your dating?" I asked.

" I was. But I don't want to 'pounded into pulp' like you said, so I think I'm just gonna take off now. . ." he laughed again nervously.

" Wait a minute, what do you mean-" I broke off, my eyes widening. " You're. . . Your dating my sister!?" I yelled. He nodded.

" Look man, I'm-" he broke off, seeing my expression, he must have misunderstood it. " I'm out! See ya!" he fled.

I frowned when he slammed the door. I wasn't mad. Jeez. Oh, well. Maybe it would be funny to go to school Tomarrow pretending to be furious with him. . . I grinned. This could be fun.

Tucker's point of view

I kept a sharp eye out for Danny this morning at school. But it could be totally useless to waste the energy because he could turn invisible. But I wasn't taking chances, if you would have seen his expression before I shut the door, you would be pretty edgy too. He looked somewhere between downright furious and extremely shocked. Not a good combination if you ask me. Suddenly a figure appeared next to my locker.

" Tucker. Foley." The voice was calm, but not the kind of calming peace you would see on a clear summer night, but the kind of calm before a storm. Like that moment you think everything is alright. But the air feels heavy, and suddenly you know what's coming. And it comes.

" Do know how angry I am with you?" he asked. Was it my imagination? Or was there some other tone to his voice that I couldn't place. . .

" I'm sorr-"

" Do not give me an 'I'm sorry' excuse Tucker!" he yelled.

" Well I-"

" So you decided to go about dating your best friends sister behind their back!? You don't see anything wrong with that picture?"

" Yes, but-"

" What? Explain yourself." he demanded, there it was again. . . That not so serious tone. . . It seemed humorous? Wait a minute. . .

" Danny, you are so not a good actor. Maybe you should stick to ghost fighting."

He raised his eyebrows. He stood there for a minute but eventually he sighed. His shoulders sagged. "Whatever. You win. I'm not mad." he grumbled. I smiled triumphantly.

" Your too easy to read. Your voice gave it away." I chuckled.

" But seriously, why didn't you tell me sooner?" He asked.

" Because I thought Jazz was going to!" I defended.

" Jazz!" he exclaimed like he just thought of something. "She should have told me!"

" That's what I said." I agreed.

" Oh, well. Hey, how long has this even been going on anyway?" he inquired.

" Uh. . . About two weeks? Not very long." I said.

" Oh. Maybe you should have told me in the beginning though. I'm curious, why didn't you exactly?"

" I was afraid of your reaction." I admitted truthfully.

" Come on."

" Really, you even said that you would pound anyone who dated your sister to pulp."

" Only if their a jerk. You're my best friend, I know you better than that." he said.

" That's a relief."

" But if I ever hear about you being a jerk to her then-"

" You don't have to worry." I cut in.

"- then I'm going to make you wish you were-" he continued.

" Danny. You don't have to finish your threat!" I said. He glared at me for a moment before smirking and heading off to his class. Anyway I think that was the direction to his class, but I'm not so sure. I was about to grab my books and follow, when the bell rang.

" I'm late!" I exclaimed as I looked at the clock.

" Yes, you are Mr. Foley." Lancer said. I turned around to see him glaring at Danny's retreating figure. " And so is your friend." He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye before walking in the direction Danny had went. I barely gave it a thought as I rushed in to class.

Lancers point of view

After Foley went in to class I decided to see where Daniel had gone, the direction he went in was not where his class was. I was only curious. I came to the janitors hallway that I had installed the camera. I saw it wasn't empty. I snuck behind a broken Drink vendor.

" So wait a minute, basically your best friend was dating your sister behind your back for two weeks and your not even mad?" it sounded like that Samantha Manson girl. . . Which means Daniel must be with her. I must have gotten the right location after all.

" I'd prefer to think of it as my sister dating my best friend behind my back and not telling me. I'm sort of more angry with Jazz."

High school gossip. Ugh, why did teenagers like to talk so much? They could be reading or riding a bike or going for a walk. . . Or sitting in class learning like their supposed to. But no. They talk and gossip. What a lazy generation.

" Uh huh. So why are we skipping class again?" Samantha asked.

" Because were going somewhere. Come on." I heard their footsteps approach. I quickly exited the hallway and waited with my arms crossed over my chest. When they rounded the corner and saw me the expressions on their faces were priceless.

" Going somewhere? Besides class?" I asked.

" Um. . . We're actually on our way to class sir." Daniel lied. I glared at them both.

" Then I'll walk you both to class." I said as I grabbed their arms and dragged them to their first periods. I deposited them at their classes and then went to teach mine.

The students were being noisy when I walked in. But quickly quieted down when I cleared my throat and glared.

" This noise is despicable!" I exclaimed. " Now how do you kids say it today?" I looked at my pocket book. " Kill the noise peoples!" I smiled triumphantly. I was getting more hip each day. The children were even trying to hold in laughter. I must look amazing to them.

" Hey Mr. Lancer! Can I see that book?" a student called. I cleared my expression.

" No. Now on with today's lecture. And as you would say. . ." I paused again and leafed through my book. I didn't find anything good so I said something like they would say. " Let's get turned on with learning on!"

The class burst into hysterical laughter. Some were laughing so hard they had tears running under their eyes.

" The Hunt for Red October! What is so hilarious?" I asked.

" Let's get turned on." A student mocked me in a silly voice. " With learning on!" the class laughed again.

" Enough!" I shouted. " Or detention for anyone still laughing when I'm done talking!" I screeched.

The class silenced. " Now as I was saying yesterday, the literature of the 1800's was. . . "

Sam's point of view

I should just leave. The lunchroom was too crowded. Especially around Danny, who became the most popular kid in school thanks to recent events. Like revealing that he was the ghost boy and saving the world and becoming the most drool worthy boy in Amity. It was suffocating sometimes. Like now. Paulina still hasn't given up pestering Danny to dump me and be with her. The witch. Thankfully he always said no. He must really like me if he's turning down all these girls which I admit are a lot more attractive than me. I sighed.

Right now, I was figuratively invisible. I could be practically sitting on Danny's lap. Holding his hand, but other girls paid me no mind as they tried unsuccessfully to flirt and impress him. They must consider me a minor obstacle. But I knew better.

Danny had always wanted to be popular. I think he regretted that now. It wasn't what he'd always imagined. It was about the other guys being jealous, the girls pestering him to no end. And I was unfortunately caught in the crossfire.

" Why don't you take a hike, Manson?" Some girl shot at me. They would do anything to get Danny's girlfriend out if the picture.

" Umm. . . Will you not talk like that to my girlfriend?" Danny asked steely. The girl just looked at me with distaste. She smiled sickeningly sweetly to Danny before walking off. He shuddered and I suppressed a smile.

" I'm sorry you have to deal with those girls Danny." I snickered.

" Are you jealous?" he asked.

" Are you kidding me? I'm not the jealous one. They are." I said.

" That's what I figure." he agreed. Then he smiled mischievously. " Do you want to get out of here?"

" Gladly." I said as he turned us invisible. It sure made sneaking off easy when nobody could even see you. We made our way down to the janitor hallway. Danny turned visible when we entered but stopped suddenly.

" Danny?" I asked.

" Someone's in there." he pointed to what looked like the figure of a person. An out of shape person. The person walked forward to us. It looked like. . .

" You troublemakers should be in the cafeteria." Lancer said as he glared at us with narrowed eyes.

" We were just-" Danny started.

" Just going back to the lunchroom." Mr. Lancer finished. Danny struggled to keep his expression passive.

" Right. Come on Sam." he tugged me back to the cafeteria.

" I hate him." I told Danny. " He seemed to be always watching us."

" Creepy old man." Danny said a bit to loud, and with Lancer following behind us...

" Excuse me. Did you just call me old man!?"

Whoosh. There you go! Sorry again for the delay, the next chapter might not be for two weeks, because of my Internet issue, but it will come. Promise.