The Friday before prom, was possibly the most useless school day. Teachers couldn't finish lessons without having to stop and breaking up student conversations about prom, like Who was going with who, Who was showing up in what, Who was bringing two dates, or Who was going to pick up the condoms.

After awhile, teachers got so tired of it and gave up on lessons, giving them homework over the weekend and spent the rest of class, torturing students with stories of their own Junior/Senior proms.

By the end of the day, everyone was still shuddering from Lancer's prom experience, to which was spent with his mother, as his date.

Saturday night, Danny learned that even if he did want to go to the prom, he wouldn't have been aloud to anyways. His parents received a letter from the school about his detentions and they flipped out. So, that made him feel a little better. Well, not really.

Their punishment for him was a family game night of pure agony and torture. First they played cards, then they played Trouble™, then topped the evening off with Twister.

"Right hand, blue," Danny muttered, as he sat on the couch and watched his parents, and Jazz, pretzel-twist limbs on the game mat, which was sprawled across the floor of the Fenton's living room.

"Come on Danny! Where's the spirit? Be more enthusiastic so I can defeat your mother." His father boasted.

Maddie shot her husband a lethal look, "Well, if you think I'm going down that easily, your wrong, buster." She nodded up at Danny, "Go ahead, hon, spin away."

How on earth did he wind up here? He thought, flicking the spinner, being forced to watch Sam and Rhett make out right in front of me would be less painful. No wait, I take that back.

He mind kept unfurling back to the day he saw Sam in her prom dress and thinking how amazing she looked and what she looks like tonight in it. And he couldn't help to think that day that maybe just maybe, he'd be able to steal a dance with her at prom. It would be just him and her in the middle of the dance floor. He'd curl his arms around her middle, feeling the soft fabric of the dress brush up against his skin-

"Danny! What's the move?"

He shook from his trance and looked down at the spinner. "Uh, Left foot, yellow"

His mom shifted around so her foot could land on the yellow dot. They all shook and wobbled a little bit.

"Hurry Danny, spin before someone falls!" Jazz cried.

There was a loud thud as Jack's butt hit the floor. "Dang it" he yelled, then Jazz fell after that. Maddie stood up, her fist high in the air, "Oh yeah!" she cheered, "I am the grand champion. And atleast winning this game proves one positive thing."

"What's that?" Jazz asked, getting up.

"That your momma's still got it"

After that Jazz and Danny excused themselves to their rooms to gag in private.

Danny sat in his room with all the light off, except the soft blue glow that came from the computer screen. He did this purposely so all his thoughts and focus would be on the game he was playing. And so, his mind couldn't wander off to other thoughts and stay nice and dull.

His feet were kicked up on the desk and he leaned back far in his seat, twiddling his thumbs on the controller.

It didn't help that he didn't really know what game he was playing. It was something about fighting Japanese characters.

He didn't notice Jazz standing in the doorway until she knocked gently on the wall and flicked on the lights.

Danny cringed and covered his eyes with his arms.

"Ahhhh! It's burns"

"Very funny, Danny. Now, are you going to tell me why you're not at prom?" she asked, sitting at the end of his bed.

"I didn't really feel like it."

"Oh, save it for soap operas. Do you wanna tell me the truth?"

"Do I want to? No. So, will you please get out of my room?"

"Come on Danny." She pleaded.

He groaned, "I'm not aloud to go anyways."

"Nice try, Mom and Dad didn't get that letter until this afternoon. What was your excuse before then?"

Danny said nothing and stared out the window, "I don't know."

There was a moment of silence as Jazz seemed to read every thought going through Danny's mind, without him speaking them out loud.

Jazz smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder, "Go," she said, "If you hurry, you might get there in time to have the last dance with her."

"How did you know?"

"Trust me Danny, it wasn't that hard to figure out."

She turned to walk out but Danny stood up and blocked her way out, "Ok, I'll go. But I need you to cover for me for mom and dad."

"What do I get in return?"

"I'll do your laundry for 3 months," he offered, "But, I refuse to do bras."

"Deal"

He nodded and moved out of her way, but she stayed in her place.

"Uh," he looked at her, "You can go now."

"Please tell me, you're going to change into something nicer."

Danny frowned, "Well, excuse me, but this is kinda last minute and I don't exactly have tuxedos just lying around."

But Jazz pushed by him and walked to his closet. It only took her a minute before she pulled out a shirt, slacks, and tie that Danny had never seen before in his life.

"Here," she said, shoving them in his hands, "Go change, comb your hair, and don't forget to brush your teeth. No offense, but your breath is a little rank."

Danny did this and came out of the bathroom, 5 minutes after he went in.

Jazz, who was standing in the hallway outside the bathroom, looked up at him surprise, "Wow," she said, "That was quick."

"Of course, it was," he replied, tugging at his shirt, "I'm not a girl. I don't take hours to get ready, like you do."

"You know, I'm not sure 3 months of laundry is enough…"

"Fine, I'm sorry for that." he muttered.

She followed him to his bedroom where he opened the window.

"Going ghost" he whispered, so his parents wouldn't hear him. With that and a quick nod of "thanks" to his sister, he took off into the brisk and chilly night air, in direction of Casper High.

YAY!! We're only one chapter away from the end! :)