Number 10- Busted
Well, Danny thought with a scowl as his sister screamed at him. This wasn't exactly going as well as I would've hoped…busted.
"How could you do this, Danny? He's your arch-nemesis, not some pal you can call up when you want to hang out!" Jazz stated-yelled- for the millionth time. "What if he tries to kill you why you sleep, or something!"
"Jazz, can you just shut up for a minute so I can explain?" he covered his ears at the onslaught of sisterly-offensive-comments. "So what if I want to visit that old fruitloop? I need some help with a new ghost power." He lied quickly to; hopefully; cover his true intentions for the elder halfa. "So chill."
"And then he could burn your arms off, or- pardon?" she stopped mid-sentence, and then quickly decided that she didn't care about what was previously stated. "Anyways, he could murder you or try to make you his son again!"
A knock on the door with a loudly chorused shout of "Vladdie!" alerted him that his ride was here.
"Well, I'd love to stay so you can scream my ear off, Jazz, but I got a ride to catch." Danny slug his bag over his shoulder. "See-ya!"