Hi everyone, I'm new here and I'm really thankful to everyone sending me positive messages. I had this story and others pretty much completed but I pride myself in overreading and editing. However, my aunt is fading and I need to focus on my family for a while. I apologize if the story seems rushed or awkwardly put together from now on. I hope to be back soon, she always loved my writing. I hope you all enjoy.

-He's a Phantom-

"What the fuck is this?" I spat at Danny, holding up the 'amazing' gift he had given to me for Christmas. We had been so busy with the celebrations with our families and significant others, that our own gift exchange occurred two days later on my roof.

Danny was laughing hysterically next to me, holding his stomach with tears in his eyes. I looked back at the dress, almost offended by his gag gift. It was a pastel pink sundress with white and yellow daisies covering the skirt. I heard the laughter die down, and glared at him again.

"I promise, I have a real present for you. But I couldn't pass up that opportunity." He wiped the tears from his eyes, putting an arm around my shoulder.

"Good, I was about to become a murderer." I grumbled, throwing the atrocity in his face. "What's the real one?"

"Uh uh," he shook his head, smiling evilly at me. "Try it on first."

"Not in your wildest dreams, Fenton." I threw myself down to my balcony, fuming as I made my way into my room. He was already laying on my bed, when I got inside, making me a little jealous of his ghost powers.

He held a small box in his fingers, teasing me with the black wrapping paper and tiny purple bow. I went to reach for it, but he was too quick, throwing the wretched dress back in my face. I collected it in my arms, grumbling in defeat as I headed to my bathroom.

Even though the dress didn't require a bra, especially with my slender form and not-fully-formed breasts, I refused to take off the black lacy material. It would be my one splash of black against this horrible Easter-style nightmare. I pulled off my sweater and jeans, pulled on the dress, and zipped it up.

As I opened the door, trying my best to look miserable, I couldn't help but lighten up at Danny's reaction. His eyes about popped out of his head, his tongue nearly falling out of his slacked jaw.

"Wow," he finally spoke in a low teasing tone. "You even make pink look good." He flashed me his seductive half grin, his eyebrows wiggling suggestively.

"Don't you mean pink makes even me look like pompous prep?" I spat, cringing in the mirror. I looked exactly like how Mother would always want me to look. I looked like I belonged to the popular crowd, instead of dating into it. I looked girly and gentle, despite the muscles and occasional scar on my arms and shoulders. One thing did look good though: my boobs. In this tight forming dress, they were perky and seemed large compared to my small frame.

"You don't look like a prep, you just look like you enjoy mornings and sunbathing." Danny laughed, pulling my attention from the mirror to glare at him. "Okay, okay. Go put your clothes back on." Apparently, he got my mental message.

I turned toward the bathroom, relieved that I could finally get the stupid thing off of me. Before I stepped through the door, I began pulling at the zipper, which apparently wouldn't budge. I tried nonstop for a few seconds, cursing under my breath when I realized it truly wouldn't come undone. Before I could ask, hands were at my aid, taking over my failed attempt at freedom.

I turned my head to inform him that holding the fabric next to the zipper would give better leverage, but my train of thought suddenly left with nothing in its place. His lips weren't even an inch from mine, and I knew he had done it on purpose. There was no need for his head to be where it was, I was sure he couldn't even see the zipper from there.

The worst part? I started to give in. I closed the almost nonexistent gap, letting my lips lightly brush against his, but not enough to truly be a kiss. Just as I went to deepen the action, the sound of my zipper breaking under strong hands pulled me from my clouded judgement. I had to grip at the small straps as the dress began to fall. We both backed away a few steps, suddenly too aware of the situation we had put ourselves in.

His hand found the back of his neck just as my fingers twirled into my hair. Both of our nervous habits, out in the open, making the tension worse. Was I seriously thinking about kissing my best friend? Was he seriously thinking about kissing me? Nothing of the sort had been mentioned since our first kiss, our only kiss. It lingered awkwardly between us before fully fading as our eyes had been caught by others. What suddenly brought that back?

"Ah, here," Danny stuttered, grabbing the small box and offering it to me. "I guess you've earned it." I smiled weakly, turning to my desk to pull out the folder where his present sat tucked neatly inside. We exchanged, ignoring the brush of our hands. I pulled at the bow as he eyed the folder, giving it a slightly confused glance. "Is this one of those 'adopt a purple back gorilla under my name,' things again?" He laughed as I rolled my eyes.

"Just open it." I grumbled, pulling at the wrapping paper. Just I was about to open the box, I heard the sound of the folder falling to the ground. I looked up to see his face, one I knew would be shocked. All I found was soft lips pressing into mine.

I froze under his intense kiss, battling myself over the two options lying in front of me: push him away, or kiss him back. I decided on the latter.

I threw my arms around his neck, the box landing on the floor just next to my bed. I clung to him, begging him not to move from me when he finally got his senses back. His hands found their way to my hips, pulling me incredibly hard into him. Every bit of me was on fire under his body pressing into mine as if the world was ending around us. Our lips desperately moved together, taking in every bit of each other with more passion than I ever thought possible.

He lifted me in the air, crossing the room to my bed. He plopped me onto the mattress, hovering over me with a questioning look. I knew what he was thinking, I knew it was wrong, but something felt so right. I grabbed his collar, pulling him back in to another intense kiss. I pressed my tongue onto his lips, begging to let me taste him better. He obliged as our tongues to battled for dominance.

He pulled back suddenly, mouth open and ready to speak, but I didn't want to talk. I grinded my hips into his, breaking his concentration as he groaned into the sensation. I pulled myself to his neck, frantically kissing all over his heated flesh in an attempt to keep him there longer. I couldn't let him get away, not when I was still losing myself to the bliss of his body. I swiftly yanked the hem of his shirt over his head and started at the button on his pants. My hands were shaking at the fear of him realizing his mistake, and I couldn't manage to get them undone.

"Sam, stop," Danny finally breathed. I ignored him, refusing to meet his eyes as I started pulling at the straps of my dress. He pulled his shirt the rest of the way off his arms, grabbing my hands off of my straps and pinning them to the bed. "Just calm down a second, okay?" His soft voice didn't match the angry fire in his eyes.

I felt sobs building in my throat and failed to swallow them down. I was suddenly thrown into the deepest pit of guilt. How could I force myself onto my best friend? How could I expect him to do this when he had a girlfriend not even a mile away? How could I do this to Kwan?

Tears streamed down my face faster than I could stop them. "I'm sorry," I mumbled, speaking so fast I could barely form the words. "I don't know what I was thinking. I'm so stupid. Paulina is going to kill me. Fuck, Kwan. I'm sor-"

"Stop, please." His voice was pained, just barely a whisper. I couldn't stop. I kept blubbering apologies between my sobs. It was only interrupted by the gentle touch of his lips against mine. A hand released mine, brushing the tears off my face as he absorbed my sobs. When his lips left mine, he looked gingerly into my eyes, a soft smile on his lips. I didn't deserve this, I didn't deserve him.

"I'm sorry," a whispered again, just to receive a series of shushes. His lips pressed gently into my neck, my eyes flew shut, my body arching into his. He continued to press light kisses around the sensitive part of my neck, throwing me back into the heated puddle of bliss. "Danny," I went to say his name, but it came out more as a moan. God did he know how to get a reaction out of me. "Danny, wait. What about Paulina and Kwan? They-"

"We'll worry about them later." He assured me, pulling his head up to meet my eyes. "Do you want this? Don't think about anything or anyone else. What do you want, Sam?" His voice was low and seductive, but also concerned.

"I want…" what did I want? Did I want to betray my boyfriend? Did I want to possibly be murdered by Ms. Popularity? Did I want to give in to the heat of the moment? Did I want to sleep with my best friend? Did I want to give in to my love for Danny that I had thought retreated back to friendship? "I want you," I finally decided. I lifted my head, pleading for a reassuring kiss that he was still an option.

Evidently, he was still an option. His lips met mine so tenderly that I completely forgot about everything that could ever hold me back. My lack of experience didn't seem to matter. My boyfriend and his girlfriend didn't exist. The fact that he was just my best friend meant nothing. All that mattered was the beautiful lips pressing into my own. A sudden sensation of skin brought my focus back into reality.

It seemed Danny had phased away the horrid dress and his jeans, leaving me in just my panties and bra and him in his boxers. His lips trailed down my jaw, nipping softly around the underside of my face. Just as I opened my mouth to question him, a knee was placed between my legs. As the fabric pushed deliciously into my wetness, my throat let out a low groan, almost stopping all thought.

"Danny, wait." I reluctantly pushed away from him, forcing my eyes to look at his rather than his body. His fingers started tracing mindless patterns over my arm, waiting for me to continue. "Why are we doing this?"

"Because we want to," his lips started at my neck again, this time moving lower over my chest.

"Then, why did you stop me before?" My hand reached to the back of his neck, latching my nails into his skin.

"Because I don't want my, and what I assume is your, first time to be a quick fuck." His lips moved back to mine before I could respond, completely losing what I was going to say. "Yes, it's my first time. And I've heard Kwan complaining about how you won't sleep with him." Before I could get mad about Kwan, I was lost in another mind blowing kiss from Danny. "I want to take my time, treat you right. If you want me to stop, I will."

"No," I blurted, responding way too quickly. He smirked, nipping at the skin above my bra. "Oh whatever. You want me too." I snapped sarcastically, arching my back into his abdomen.

"You're right." Danny purred, sneaking back up to kiss me on the lips. I decided in that moment that any questions about what we were doing could be answered later. I wanted to enjoy him, hold him, feel the unbreakable bond of us losing our virginities together.