A/N: Sorry that I didn't update yesterday but I was busy. So here's chapter nine. It's kind of a pointless chapter. Danny makes a second appearance and there's some foreshadowing but that's about it. Anyway, please read and review!


Wishful Thinking

Day three. I now know what it feels like to be slapped across the face as a guy. It isn't any less disturbing or painful than being slapped across the face as a girl. Just so you know.

Anyway, why was I slapped across the face? Well…

When I woke up I was in ghost form and of course, still in Danny's/my bedroom. I sighed. I had kind of been hoping that when Danny said, "You need to go home" he had meant my real home, not here. But apparently he meant this home and not that one.

So I got up, stretched, forgot to change back, and watched in horror as Jazz barged in without knocking and slammed the door behind her. She marched up to me and slapped me across the face. Did I mention that it isn't any less disturbing or painful than getting smacked as a girl?

"What was that for?" I asked outraged. For goodness sakes I only just woke up! I haven't had any time to do anything stupid!

Jazz pointed at me. "You're in ghost form, bone head! What if Mom or Dad walked in here?! Imagine what they would think if they saw Phantom here rather than Danny Fenton?! They would vaporize you as soon as they were done trying to torture the truth out of you!"

Dude, I felt like saying, I'm a fanfiction writer. Trust me, my imagination is pretty good. I can come up with quite a few scenarios.

But, I wasn't here to give my secret away or Danny's. So I transformed back into Fenton and said, "Uh, yeah, I know that. I had a rough night last night and fell asleep as soon as I got back. Thanks for telling me that I was still in ghost form but you could have done it without slapping me." I let my eyes soften even though I felt anything besides soft and cuddly at that moment. Personally, I wanted to give her a taste of her own medicine. "I know that you're just trying to look out for me, Jazz."

She smiled a little bit at that. "I am. Thanks for understanding and I'm sorry I slapped you. I know that it can be hard for you and I'm only trying… Oh, you know what I mean." She hugs me and then turns to leave. "Now get showered and dressed. It's not the weekend yet!" She leaves.

Thank the heavens, I think to myself. And what's with the OOC'ness? I never thought her the type to slap. Doesn't it go against the whole psychology thing that she spends so much time on?

Maybe she was just overly worried for her brother, answers my inner voice.

Maybe, but she's been worried before and she never responded that way.

Again, key word being 'overly', the voice answers.

Does it matter? I ask back.

Uh, yeah! It does! And besides it was only just this once. Who cares about one time? If she starts acting this way a lot, we'll start worrying. Until then, don't we have school?

I roll my eyes. Inner voices are such a pain.

I heard that!

Again, I roll my eyes and start picking out clothes. Unfortunately, I'm never left in peace.

"Hey Danny! Seen any ghosts lately?" the orange obnoxious man from bleep asks. Doesn't he know I have better things to do?

"No, Dad. Why?" And why was I stupid enough to ask?

Jack holds out the Dissembler. "It's finished and I want to try it out on some ghost scum! Your Mom and I read the Ghost Kid's signature a while ago but I guess he's gone or he was never here." He looks puzzled but shrugs.

"Nope. Sorry Dad. No Ghost Kid here," I say casually all the while thinking, "So this is why Jazz was so freaked out. She probably overheard those two talking."

"Too bad. Well, get to school Danny!"

Yay, he's gone!

I set my clothes on my bed and run off to the bathroom. I strip and jump in the shower. Then I realize that I hadn't made a big deal of it. Huh, must have other things to worry about.

"Hello! And how are you this fine morning?" asks a sarcastic voice behind me.

I yipe and turn around. I'm standing behind myself!

"What the…" I start to say then realize whom I'm talking to. "Danny?"

"Duh! And by the way, I can't wait to have my body back. The girls' world is just too confusing." A sports bra appears in his/her right hand and a regular bra appears in his/her left hand. "What's the difference and why do you need two different types of bras?! Actually, why do you need one at all?!" He sounds absolutely anguished. You'd think he was being tortured.

"Actually there's more than two types of bras but that's all I have. I'll make this simply for you. Wear the sports bra and a t-shirt. Think of the sports bra as an undershirt. You'll go less crazy that way."

"Too late," he whimpers.

"Where's ma taking you?" I ask.

"She's not taking me anywhere. I'm going to your school," he says sort of panicky. "I couldn't fake any longer unless you want me to go to the doctor's. But if I did she'd find out that I was faking and you'll be in more trouble than I can talk you out of."

I'm screwed.

"Okay. Well, I guess you need to know stuff, huh?"

"Yeah," he says, still looking somewhat panicked. I feel sorry for him. I feel even sorrier for myself.

"Okay, here's what you need to know," I say while I reach through his apparition to grab the shampoo. By the way, in case you haven't caught on, Danny has appeared in my body which has short brown hair, dark brown eyes, and vaguely tanned skin. He/she's wearing a blue night gown. "One, I drive to school. Can you drive?" He nods. Somehow I'm not surprised. "Good. I never take the bus. It's too noisy. I also drive with my music on. I use my I-pod. The connector thingy is in the glove compartment. And I always park in the exact same space everyday in the student parking lot. It's space number 121. Got it? Good. Two, my schedule is in my planner. My first period class is physics with Mr. Gobs. He's a jerk. Don't pay any mind to what he says. Second period is good. It's a study hall. I usually write poetry then. Third period is English with Ms. Fyre. She's nice. That class has a lot of writing in it. We're reading the Grapes of Wrath in there. Worst book you'll ever read. By the way, don't talk in that class unless you must. You'll see why when you get there. Oh, yeah, that reminds me. I sit in the front of the class, second seat on the left in Physics. It doesn't matter where you sit in study hall. And I sit on the right side of the room, second from the teacher's desk in English. Got all that?"

He nods though I got the feeling that he has no idea what I'm talking about.

"Great. Now, I have computer class fourth. Teacher? Mr. Quack. Yes, I know there are a thousand jokes you could make about him. Don't make any!"

I finish with the shampoo and grab a wash cloth and the soap.

"He is an even bigger jerk than the physics teacher. Ignore him! Fifth period is lunch. Sit in the corner seat on the right side of the room closest to the exit. I have three friends. Shauna, Tina, and Lilly. Shauna never shuts up but she is kinda funny. Tina likes dogs and will talk about them whenever she gets a chance. Lilly is quiet. Give her space. Sixth period is French class. The teacher is Mr. Slum. Yes, you can make a million jokes about him too. Again, don't make any. Now this guy is weird because for some odd reason he wants to please everyone. Don't count on him to ever help you though. Sit in the first seat in the second row. Seventh period is math. The teacher is Mrs. Krale. She's the nicest teacher you will ever have. She loves helping people. However she can not control the class because everyone in there is an idiot. Again, first seat in the second row from the door. Period eight is art. The teacher is Mrs. Footwo. Yes, you can mutilate this name too. Don't because the teacher is nice even though she doesn't pay attention to you. Just go with it. You sit in the back in this class. Last period, yes there are nine, is history. You know your history teacher, I think these two are twins because they are exactly alike."

His eyes get big. I finish with the soap and turn off the water before grabbing a towel and drying off.

"Be nice to her because we are friends. You should be in chapter ten section five right now. Read up on it and participate in class! She will expect you to! By the way, her name is Mrs. Pout. Don't make fun of her! Got it?"

He nods.

"Now, remember to get all my homework that I missed. Go to my locker before first period to get the necessary books and the calculator needed for physics class. Put the calculator back in my locker after first period. Oh, yeah, my locker number is 245 in the red section. The locker combination is 14-24-4. Easy to remember. After fourth period go back to my locker and grab my backpack. Put sixth's and seventh's books and binders in their and go to lunch. After seventh go back to my locker and drop off those books. Grab ninth's book and binder and go to eighth. Got that?"

He nods again. He looks really lost. "Why do you do all this?"

"Because it is my schedule and I'm expected to follow it. Now, if the cafeteria is serving chicken nuggets, don't eat them. They are evil and will make you sick. Don't eat the steak salad, country fried steak, or double cheeseburger either. All of those things are bad for you. Also, I always use the lunch line on the far left. The ticket lady's name is Mary. I'm friends with her. Also, if you see a large lady with glasses and goofy expression say hi. She's the librarian and I'm her only friend. Be nice to her. Ask her how her cat's doing, whether Joe has proposed to her yet, and if it's okay to pick up my e-mails yet. If she says yes to that last question go down during study hall. She'll give them to you. If it's after second then get them the next day."

"Can't you get your e-mail off of your computer?" he asks.

"Yeah, but these are special e-mails. They run through the school. Don't worry about it. Another thing…"

"How many more things are there?"

"Quite a few. My life is regimented. Anyway, get a mapquest to find out how to get to my school. When you get home close all the doors in the house except for mine. Then use my cell phone to call my mom. I have her on speed dial. It's number four. After that grab my dog and take her for a walk. When you're done, check my e-mail. I think that's about everything."

"Finally! And all I wanted to know was which bra to use!"

I grin then wrap the towel around my waist. "My life is like steel cage. You can't get out of the habits."

"Nice simile. I have to go. I'll check up on you later," he says then disappears.

I go back into my room and dress then run out the door after grabbing an apple off the table. I eat it while walking to school.

I almost feel sorry for telling Danny my schedule. I get the feeling that he didn't want to hear it. Though, if he's going to be IC while at my school then he'll have to know it. When I'm at my school I'm like a well-oiled machine. I go through my schedule without a problem. All my teachers rant and rave about how good I am and how they wish all students were like me. I love hearing the compliments. Sometimes I wonder though if there isn't more to life though.

I take of last bite of the apple and then throw it in the trash can. I continue my walk down the street and begin singing to myself. Gosh I miss my music. I've gone three long days without it!

"I am unwritten. I can't read my mind. I'm undefined," I sing. This is one of my favorite songs. "I'm just beginning. The pen's in my hand, ending unplanned." And I've officially decided that Danny's voice isn't meant for singing. C'est la vie. "Staring at the blank page before you, open up the dirty window. Let the sun illuminate the words that you can not find." But I can't help singing. I need to hear music I like. It's like writing fanfiction. It helps me feel better.

And speaking of fanfiction…

I stop dead in my tracks. Oh, no… In my fanfiction, on the third day, something really bad happened. Something that was supposed to help pick up the pace of the story…. Ah, nuts.

I stopped singing off key and jumped behind a dumpster.

"This stinks," I say as I transform. "No pun intended!" I yell at the dumpster for no apparent reason. I jump into the sky and fly as fast as I can to school. I have to get there. It's not supposed to happen until fifth period but still…

I'm being an idiot. There's nothing I can do at school that will stop it. Actually, there's nothing I can do period. The damage was done a while ago.

Got that right, my inner voice comments.

Why do you keep talking to me? I ask it.

Because it's fun to make you think you're insane!

I don't think I'm insane. I know I'm insane, I reply.

I land at school and 'hide' behind I tree while I change back. I run into school and stop at my locker. I grab my books and runt to class. The only thing I can do that might help is tell Tucker and Sam about what I know. I don't know how I will explain why I know but… It's the only way.

I skid into class and the bell rings. I sit in my seat and start preparing a note to pass to Sam and Tucker.

"Mr. Fenton, would you please pay attention," Mr. Lancer reprimands.

"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir," I quickly say.

Mr. Lancer blinks a few times at my response but goes back to teaching. I pretend like I'm paying attention but my mind's every where but on the lesson. I finish writing my note while staring at the board (yes, I can write legibly without looking) and glance out of the corner of my eye at Tucker who is sitting closest to me. I make eye contact with him and show him that I'm holding a note. I look back at the board as Lancer turns around to address the class.

"Now who can give me an example of dramatic irony?" he asks us.

I raise my hand. He points at me and I say, "It's when the reader or audience knows something that a character does not. In the play Julius Caesar, the audience knew that Brutus was going to betray Caesar but Caesar didn't know that."

"Very good, Mr. Fenton," Lancer praised me. He looked like he was in shock as did a good majority of the class.

The teacher turned back to the board and I looked over at Tucker again. Then the bell rang and my ghost sense went off simultaneously. I ran out of the room and down the hall to the gym where a serpent-like ghost was attacking some students.

"I'm not going to get a break am I?"