Sam and Tucker weren't all that surprised when I told them in the halls of Casper High. Danny had texted them during the night about it, and I smacked him for not telling me he was going to do that. Dash shoved Danny and I into his locker again, and we were actually late for class. Mr. Lancer was immensely upset, but I decided to put his favoritism of me to use.

"Mr. Lancer?" I said sweetly, my one purple eye staring at him abashedly.

"Hm?" He looked at me in fake annoyance; I could see the favoritism in his eyes.

"We were late because I tripped and fell. Don't worry," I said, noticing his look of concern, "I'm okay. I don't need to go to the nurse. But Danny was nice enough to help me catch all of my papers and pick up all of my books. So don't blame him, blame my clumsiness."

And so I managed to get Danny out of a detention. He smiled appreciatively at me as we handed in our homework, and I had to stifle a giggle and a blush. I'd had a small crush on Danny when we were in 1st grade, but now that we were older I wasn't sure if that crush had worn off or only gotten stronger after seeing him again. I was guessing it was the latter, but until I was sure I wouldn't say anything about it.

We spent the period taking notes and passing notes to each other, and we spent our time going from Mr. Lancer's class to Mrs. Rickner's Algebra class avoiding Dash. No need to get into trouble with another teacher. I didn't have Mr. Lancer's favoritism to rely on if we were late to Algebra. Mrs. Rickner taught such complicated math that Danny and I usually gave up trying to understand halfway through. This time, we lasted until the person was almost over and then we gave up.

During lunch, we copied each other's notes and mused about why the ghosts hadn't bothered us yet. Tucker tried to be optimistic by saying that maybe they'd finally given up, but none of us really believed that. I sparked a little when Dash sauntered over to us, his face mutilated with a cocky smirk.

"Hey, Fenturd and Flower," he snickered, "who's up for a game of 'Run and hope I don't catch you'?"

"I am," I said, trying not to use my powers against him. "Except you're the one running." I snarled at him and chased him around the cafeteria, swiping my hands at him. He was legitimately running for his life; if I caught him, he knew he was going to get his butt kicked into next year. Danny, Sam, and Tucker were laughing themselves silly at the sight of big bad Dash running away from me. I could have easily caught him if I had thought to use my ghost speed, but I was beyond thinking. I had hit my breaking point and Dash just so happened to be on the receiving end.

Dash must have realized that he could very easily beat me to a pulp, because he tried to turn and do just that. Key word: tried. I crashed into him full speed, not even trying to slow down, and we went down. I punched him in the face three times and escaped back to my table before the teachers came to see what was happening. Dash tried to tell them that I had hit him but, lucky for me, none of the teachers really believed that a kid as tiny and shy as me could do such a thing.

Dash spent the whole Gym period avoiding me like I had an incurable disease that was highly contagious. The less contact with him, the better.

After school, on my way home with my friends, Dash cornered me and challenged me to a rematch. I shrugged and put on my headphones, turning on the song I had been listening to while Danny was asleep yesterday. This time, I mumbled the lyrics to myself as I spun and danced to the song, avoiding Dash easily. I even blew a kiss from my hand to him, at which point he blushed furiously and tried to hit me more.

Not that I liked the blonde jock. I didn't even like him in general; I was just teasing him. Every time he touched me, he got shocked. It was hard to time the shocks that way, but it was fun. Right before the song ended, I twisted out of the way just as Dash tried to ram me and he ended up knocking himself out. I chuckled, only for Danny to grab my hand and lift me up by my wrist, chuckling at my plight. He was in ghost form and thus my little shocks weren't really working on him. I struggled and eventually got myself free, landing lightly.

I hadn't gotten even a hint of a ghost around today. It was Monday, the worst day of the week, so why hadn't anything gone wrong today? Of course, as soon as that thought crossed my mind my ghost sense went off. I changed into my ghost form quickly and flew up to hover next to Danny, who was trying to find out what ghost was here now. A terrible thought hit me and I looked behind us. I froze, which alerted Danny. He grabbed my arm and dove to one side, pulling me along with him as one of Skulker's rockets went past us.

We fought him, ignoring the crowd of citizens who were gathering underneath us watching the fight. When Danny had sucked Skulker back into the Fenton Thermos, we finally noticed the citizens. There was even a news reporter there who shouted questions to us. We came down from the sky a little, hovering just five feet above the people.

"Phantom, Phantom, is that your new friend?" the reporter asked. Danny glanced at me and I answered for him.

"A-Actually, we've known each o-other since elementary s-school," I whispered. The crowd grew quiet and I had to repeat what I said. I hated answering questions.

"Ghosts go to school?" one citizen asked. I panicked.

"No," Danny quickly answered, "back when we were alive we went to the same school."

"How recently did you die?" another person asked.

"We're not answering that," we said in union, and we shared a glance of relief.

"Are you partners?" the reporter asked, his camera still recording us and probably streaming us live.

"I guess you could say that?" I wheedled, trying to make them lose interest in asking us questions.

"Is it romantic or-" We cut the reporter off.

"Not at all! We're just friends!" We both blushed and glanced away from each other. Our blushes were tinted green with ectoplasm.

"Do you two live together?" someone else questioned.

"Yes!" I answered quickly. "We've recently met up again and we live together."

"Where?" the reporter pressed. Danny and I shared a glance and Danny took it into his own hands.

"We live all over Amity Park," he told the reporter. "We never stay in one place for too long but we occupy plenty of abandoned houses. We don't stay in one place so that we won't get found." Danny glanced up at the sky as though checking his watch. "Oh, would you look at the time! We've gotta go!" Danny grabbed my arm and we went invisible, heading back to the place where Sam and Tucker were waiting.

Going back to our human forms, we ran from the scene towards my house. It was the closest place to the school without running past the mob of citizens, and we did need to do our homework. Once there, Danny and I sighed.

"Danny, something tells me that we're going to have to be careful if we're going to fight ghosts together. Or else people are going to start rumors about our ghost forms dating."

"I hear you, Rose. I hear you."