Things I Can(not) Do in Amity Park

#14) I will not, under any circumstance, bother Vlad during important meetings to question his excessive use of eyeliner.


Every year Casper High invites someone well known to present a speech to the graduating class. This year, Lancer was extremely excited that they wouldn't have to cut into the sports budget in order to make the correct arrangements. After all, Amity Park already has someone wealthy and famous.

"For the remainder of this class period I expect you to be on your best behavior," Lancer ordered, firmly, addressing his senior english class. "That means no throwing footballs, no cutting people's hair, no impromptu lectures on whether aliens are real or not; and for God's sake Daniel, no bathroom breaks. Can you please just stay in your seat for more than twenty minutes?"

"Hey man, when I gotta go, I gotta go," the teen replied, shrugging.

Lancer sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I have an important meeting with the advisor and guest for your graduation ceremony in a few minutes so you are responsible for conducting yourself in an orderly manner until then."

"Oh sweet! Free period," Mikey exclaimed, already taking out his laptop. Nathan soon joined him in a heated conversation about the U.S. moon landing.

Once Lancer was certain no one had any questions- all of them were already moving seats and talking loudly- he left the classroom and headed for the principals office.

Principal Ishiyama was already entertaining their guest. "Are you sure there isn't anything I can get you, Mr. Masters?" she asked, reaching for the miniature fridge under her desk.

"Oh no, my dear, I am perfectly fine I assure you," their guest answered, smiling.

Lancer knew Masters was an intimidating man, but as he walked into the office it felt as though the air itself was acting warily. Even nature seemed to be cautious around the man who screamed power. Clearing his throat, Lancer approached them with a handshake. Masters stood up to meet him. "Good afternoon, Mayor Masters, on behalf of Casper High I thank you for agreeing to this."

"Oh, it is no problem at all, William Lancer, and I have heard so much about you."

The teacher visibly startled and looked at the confused expression on his colleagues face. It seemed she was puzzled as well. Surely the mayor would keep up to date about all faculties in Amity Park, but 'hearing so much' about a Vice Principal was odd. Lancer couldn't help but wonder who had told him.

Recovering, Lancer smiled. "Well I hope I live up to your expectations."

Principal Ishiyama soon took over and led the group of three around the school, showing Masters all the important rooms and halls while discussing the upcoming arrangement for graduation. The bell rang halfway through their tour and students flooded the hallways. Of course the teenagers would spend more time studying celebrities than doing their homework so within a couple seconds they were being watched and recorded.

Thankfully they were smart enough to not interrupt the adults, so as they waked down the halls to their next class the students just pointed and giggled.

Masters didn't seem to care- actually he kind of looked amused- so Lancer didn't let it bother him. Everything was going extremely smoothly and Lancer thought that hopefully by the end of the day they'd have their graduation speaker.

That was until a small body bumped into their guest.

Mayor Masters quickly reached down to steady the teenager that ran into him, but the boy had already recovered. The teen adjusted his backpack and looked up at their mayor with shocked eyes. "Oh! Sorry, are you lost? The funeral home is that way," he said, tilting his head in the opposite direction.

Lancer felt all the air leave his lungs. The hallway was silent and the teacher was sure that if he looked at his colleague's expression right now, her jaw would be on the floor. The worst part was that Lancer knew someone was recording this and it would be all over the internet in a matter of minutes.

Suddenly, Masters smirked, hands on his hips. "And normally dogs are kept on leashes, but you seem to be the exception."

"Watch out, I bite," the teen grinned, showing sharp canines.

"Don't worry, I've always been more of a cat person."

"I've heard that's an old lady thing, not an old man thing," the boy frowned, putting a finger on his chin. "You know, that might explain why you wear so much eyeliner."

"Shouldn't you be in class already?"

"Shouldn't you be six feet under?"

Lancer suddenly found his voice when laughter erupted from every student watching. "D-Daniel Fenton!" he cried, pulling the teen away from his glaring match with their mayor. "This is- Daniel, you cannot talk to-!"

His student sent him a bright smile. "Don't worry, Lancer! Vlad and I are always like this."

"Actually, you're surprisingly tame right now," Masters snorted, placing a hand on the teen's shoulder. "Usually it's a lot more violence and death threats."

Daniel smirked. "Got to get that inheritance somehow."

Despite the confusion behind the mayor and Daniel's relationship, and the hilarity of the situation, Lancer was sure the story of how Amity Park's class of '16 got their graduation speaker would be told for many years to come.


A/N: Updates are always fun! And I love Vlad and Danny having a playful type relationship: sorry to all the Vlad haters out there, but I figured by now that Danny would have helped him overcome his hatred and lonely past.