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Sisterly Advice and Apologizes

I was a wreck.

When I got home after serving detention, I went straight to my room without uttering a word to my parents or Jazz. I just ignored their questionable looks while I went up the stairs and slammed my door. Once inside I jumped on my bed and screamed in my pillow for a few moments.

Thoughts of the pass week kept on running through my head. It was Friday, so I had nothing to keep my thoughts distracted. All I could think about were all the arguments and fights that Sam and I had been through the past few days.

There was the fight with Valerie, then when I almost ripped Kyle's arm off, and now we fought about her good judgement.

I didn't mean to question her judgement; I just really didn't want her to go to the dance with Elliot. I wasn't paying attention to what I was saying, only on the fact that I had to prevent the date from happening. But what do I do? I'm the main reason she's going to the dance with that pig! If only I could have trusted her better.

I sighed when I heard a knock on the door. I chose to ignore the unwelcomed visitor, but they kept knocking.

"Go away." I mumbled loud enough for them to get the hint.

Sadly, they just opened the door and welcomed themselves inside my domain.

Man, I wish my door locked.

I didn't raise my head from my pillow, so I didn't know who was inside my room. They sat on my bed and lightly placed their hand on my back.

"Danny?" Jazz said my name like it was a question.

Of course it was Jazz, the most involved older sister in the world, whether you want her to be in your business or not.

"I really don't want to talk about it Jazz." I groaned from the comfort of my pillow.

"Fine, then listen. I just got off the phone with Tucker, who already talked to Sam about what happened earlier. He also told me about the bet. If you want my opinion-"

"Well, I don't want your opinion."

"I think that Sam and you are meant to be together," she kept on talking, ignoring my side comment. "How long have you guys been dancing around each other's feelings? A long time. Clearly there's something between you two, you're both just too scared to admit it. The only reason she's going to the dance with Elliot is to get back at you for what you said to her. She doesn't really like him, she likes you. Don't worry about it too much little brother. Everything will work out."

I lifted my head up and looked at her. "How do you know?"

She gave me a knowing smile. "When am I ever wrong?"

I smiled back at her and gave her a hug. "Thanks Jazz."

"No problem Danny." She released her grip on me and stood up to leave. "I better not catch you moping about something this ridiculous again. Sam and you are going to be perfectly fine. Sam and I have become good friends ever since the weekend Dad and you went on that fishing trip. I know that she's not mad at you, we have weekly girl talk"

She walked out of my room laughing at my confused expression. Sam and Jazz have girl talk? Sam talked to my sister about girly things like boys and make-up?

Weird.

With nothing to do I decided to play Doom. Tucker was online and Direct Messaged me.

Fryer-Tuck: Hey dude, how you holding up?

Ghost Boy: I'm doing ok, just thinking of ways to apologize.

Fryer-Tuck: You know how Sam is; she just needs time to cool off. You guys will be best friends again by tomorrow.

Ghost Boy: Maybe you're right, but that won't stop her from going to the dance with Elliot.

Fryer-Tuck: True, but it's not like she has a crush on him or anything. She's just doing it to prove a point. Once she's done that, Elliot will be old news.

Ghost Boy: Maybe you're right.

Fryer-Tuck: I'm always right. Now stop sobbing and let's beat this game!

We played for about an hour, surpassing many levels, when my ghost senses go off.

Ghost Boy: Tuck, my ghost senses just went off. Can you meet me?

Fryer- Tuck: Sure dude. Put in the Fenton- Phones and tell me where to go.

I logged off of the computer and switched into ghost mode.

My wrinkled t-shirt and un-ironed jeans morphed into a black and white jumpsuit. My eyes turned from icy blue to neon green and my jet black hair turned snow white.

I grabbed the Fenton Phones and flew out my window. I felt a pull towards the park, and the closer I got to the park the more my ghost senses went crazy.

I placed the Fenton Phone in my ear.

"Tuck? You there?"

"Yea dude," his voice was staticky because of the distance. "Where do you want me to go?"

"The park."

"Ok, do you have the thermos?"

I flew to a halt and silently cursed myself for forgetting my most important tool.

"Damn it!" I yelled and continued to fly.

"Should I call Sam, because I'm already halfway to the park."

I thought it over for a moment, but concluded that capturing the ghost was more important than Sam's and I's fight.

"Yea call her, I'll see you in a few."

I made it to the park to find a lot of the trees on fire. All of the citizens were running around, trying to get away from the ghost and not burn to death. I searched the ground until I spotted my target.

I flew down and faced my familiar enemy eye to eye.

"There you are. I've been waiting on you. You shouldn't keep me waiting."

"Why am I not surprised, did your boyfriend send you here to capture me?"

Ember's right eye twitched at my comment. "No dipstick! He was pissing me off, so I decided to blow some steam. And guess who gets to be my punching bag?"

She raised her hand and played a cord on her guitar, causing a blast of ecto-energy to come towards me. Luckily I dodged it before the blast hit me.

"Jokes on you Ember, because I've been having a crappie day, and you're going to help me release some anger." I created an ecto-blast in my hands and pointed it in her direction. She tried to dodge it, but it hit her arm. She looked at her arm, and then raised her head back towards me with fury in her eyes.

"You're so dead." Next thing I knew she was flying towards me.

We went into full combat, blasting rays and dodging blast, using our fist and kicking with our feet. She even tried to use her guitar as a baseball bat, but luckily I dodged it before my head could make contact.

We paused for a moment to catch our breaths.

"So, are you ready to surrender and peacefully return to the ghost zone?" I asked with a tired smile, already knowing the answer.

"Oh please, I'm just getting warmed up."

"Danny!"

Both Ember and I turn towards the ground below us to see Tucker and Sam running in our direction. Sam had the thermos in her hands.

"Oh look, it's the ghost busters!" Ember laughed at her own joke, but I didn't find it funny.

I pushed the side button of my Fenton Phones. "Toss me the thermos while she's distracted."

Sam got the message, because she tossed the thermos two seconds later. I caught it and looked towards the laughing ghost.

"Well Ember, this was fun and I feel a lot better. Thanks for letting me use you as a punching bag."

Before Ember could comprehend what was going on, I sucked her into the thermos.

I took a deep breath, full of exhaustion and relief. Then I flew to the ground towards Sam and Tucker.

"Hey guys, thanks for the save."

"Yea, well stop forgetting your thermos." Tucker joked and I smiled at him before looking towards Sam.

She wouldn't look me in the eye. "Thanks Sam, you always come to my rescue."

She still wouldn't look at me. "I thought you were supposed to be the hero?"

I smiled and gently rubbed her forearm. "Every hero needs a hero."

She looked down, but I could see a small smile forming on her face.

"Well, I need to head back home. I'll see you guys later." Tucker gave me a look that said 'talk to her damn it!' before turning and walking away from us.

"Um." Sam said after a moment. "I should probably head back too."

She started walking away before I reached for her forearm again, only this time I held onto it. She turned towards me with a bewildered look.

"Please Sam." I begged, and I could see her hesitation. Finally she nodded and I released her arm.

"Walk me home." Then she turned and started walking away, I jogged to catch up with her.

After a few moments of silence, I spoke up. "I'm so sorry."

She didn't look at me, just kept looking straight ahead. "For what."

"For everything," please look at me. "For not believing in your judgement, for being overprotective, for being jealous, for doubting you, for forcing you to go to the dance with Elliot. I'm sorry for all of it."

"You're not forcing me to do anything. I'm going to the dance with Elliot through my own free will." Sam corrected me.

"Oh, yea, I figured that. You rarely do things based on others opinions. That's one thing I like about you, you don't take anyone's bullshit. I don't know why I expected you to tolerate mine."

I looked at my feet as we continued to walk. "I know you were just scared and thinking about what's best for me Danny. I'm not that mad anymore and I forgive you. I know you were just looking out for me, but I know what I'm doing. I forgive you, but I'm still going to the dance with Elliot."

I took everything she said in. She said she forgave me, but she sounded too mono-toned. It made me want to cry.

We reached her house and I stopped at the steps. She just kept walking and opened the door.

"Bye Danny."

She never looked at me.

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