A Series of Unfortunate Events: III: Confession

They took it better than he'd expected. The questions flew, the explanations flew faster. He'd come out of it with his skin and ectoplasm both intact. He'd called Sam when it was over to tell her he was okay, they were almost cool with it. To tell her he was sorry the kiss was interrupted, though he never actually said that. No, they danced around it even though they both knew it had happened, that they'd enjoyed it.

Then he called Tucker, babbling, "It the biggest thing that's ever happened."

He heard Tucker gasp over the phone before asking, "Your parents found out?"

Danny only chuckled a little. "Yeah, but—"

"Dude, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, but—"

And the torrent of questions was never ending until Danny hung up the phone and sighed. Then he picked it back up and dialed another number that he'd known by heart since she'd gotten her cell phone. His heart thumped painfully in his chest when she answered, a mostly sleepy sound, her voice soft and fuzzy and warm. So warm that he could almost hear the smile as she said his name.

"Danny." It was all she said, and he smiled happily.

"Hey." Soft. Short and sweet and entirely unsophisticated.

There was silence for a little while as he listened to her breathe. And then her voice came softly from the phone. "Did you need something, Danny? Is something wrong?"

He smiled wryly up into the darkness from where he laid on his bed. "Actually, yeah." There was the rustle of blankets from across the phone, and Danny cradled it to his ear. "See, there's this girl, and I really, really like her. I kissed her today."

"And?" Sam asked, breathlessly.

"And I really want to kiss her again," he confessed quietly into the phone.

There was a low chuckle that made his entire body tense with anticipation. Then she all but purred, "Well, what are you waiting for?"

Sometimes it was very good to be half ghost.