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Danny decided to wake Sam up when the movie ended. He didn't mind her using him as a pillow, in fact it was nice, but he figured she had to return home before Danny dined with the Manson's and he had to go too. Danny gently nudged Sam.

"Hey Sam, wake up. The movie is over."

Sam just mumbled something incoherent in response.

"Sam."

This time Sam embraced Danny in a hug while still asleep. "Mine."

Blood rushed to Danny's cheeks and he made sure no one was in the theater to here Sam.

"Sam, wake up!" Danny shouted.

Startled, Sam jumped off of Danny and fell on the floor.

The halfa stood up off of his seat and offered his hand to Sam.

"Sorry about that, but the movie is over and I figured you had someplace to be."

Sam got off the ground and followed the now walking Danny.

"Well, my parents don't expect me home until the dinner so I can just hang out with you at your house. That is, if you want."

Danny paused for a second. It still didn't feel right to act so normal around Sam.

"Yeah, that's fine. Just remember that my parents might be a little...ghost happy. I suggest not mentioning ghosts to my dad." Sam nodded her head and both of them starting walking to Danny's house.

The halfa walked in with Sam closely following from behind and was happy to find out that his parents were still working on something in lab. He was starting to get suspicious of them. They have been working on that thing for a while and haven't even come out to brag about it to him or Jazz. They loved bragging. That means that whatever they are building must be important.

Well, it was a matter for another day because he was actually able to get Sam to come to his house. She still wasn't his Sam and never would be, but this was a major improvement. Danny went into the kitchen to grab two Sprites. One for him and one for Sam. He then plopped himself on the couch while Sam sat across from him in a chair. She began to twiddle her thumbs while Danny thought up a good conversation starter. "So why do your parents want me to come to your house anyways. I mean, we hardly know each other and I am pretty sure you parents know nothing about me. Strike that. I am positive.

Sam gave a nervous smile as she tried to come up with a plausible lie. Danny could sense something was off and raised an eyebrow in confusion. "About that, my parents heard about how you protected me in that fight against Dash, so they wanted to properly thank you at dinner tonight. My parents are kind of rich and preppy snobs so I had to tell them you were rich or else they would hate you."

Danny nodded his head along with Sam's story. It did seem perfectly believable to the Goth's relief.

Danny looked up at the clock on the wall next to Sam and realized that he had an hour to prepare for the upcoming dinner. "Well, I am going to get changed so I can pull of being a rich person." Danny said while getting off the couch and walking up the stairs into his room. "Wish me luck!"

Sam stayed seated on the chair. She figured that Danny would want his privacy. That didn't mean that her eyes weren't glued onto the staircase. She wanted to know how well Danny cleaned himself up after all.

Back in Danny's room, the halfa was nervously pacing back in forth; for good reason too. He remembered that he didn't actually have any formal clothes to wear. He used to, be they were destroyed one day when he was fighting the Box Ghost. Stupid Box Ghost. Always ruining everything!

He couldn't go to the Manson's wearing a T-shirt and jeans. They would know that he was middle class and probably shun in for it. Normally that wouldn't be a big deal, he was half ghost after all, but he did want to fix his impressions with the Manson's. At least then he could say one good thing came out of the mess he created. First thing he needed was a shirt. Well, he did still have the shirt he wore on picture day. It was a navy blue button down shirt and, with a tie, it could work.

Danny dove into his closet and found said shirt hiding all the way in the back. It was a little dusty, but it would work. Next, he needed some pants. All he had were jeans, and there was no way he could get away with that. Wait a second! He did have a pair of black jeans. Now, if the Manson's didn't look too much, they might not notice that they were jeans. Danny quickly grabbed the pair of jeans and put them on with his button shirt. He grabbed a comb and tried to tame the wild beast that was his hair. After some hair pulling and a lot of pain, he was finally able to comb it. Danny walked over to a mirror in the bathroom and did a quick checklist.

Hair?

Check.

Shirt?

Check.

Pants?

Check.

Shoes?

Crap, I didn't think about shoes!

Danny thought about his options. There was no way he could pull of wearing his tennis shoes and he didn't have any dress shoes. Maybe his dad had a pair? They weren't the same size, but the Manson's wouldn't notice. Danny walked into his parents' room and saw the black shoes he was looking for sitting on a matt. They seemed to be perfectly clean and polished. My parents shouldn't notice. They are working on some stupid invention in the lab.

Danny quickly grabbed both shoes and darted out of the room. It didn't seem right for him to take the shoes, but his parents wouldn't know, right? Now all he needed was a tie. He had the perfect one in his room. It was a blue and black strapped tie with a little bit of white lines thrown in for more color. Danny looked at himself in the mirror and though that he looked pretty good. His opinion didn't matter though. The only opinion that mattered was Sa- the Manson's. Get your head together Fenton!

Danny took a deep breath before he walked down the stairs to a waiting Sam. She was slumped on her chair still looking at the staircase, but she seemed to pick herself up when she noticed Danny coming down. The Goth had to admit, Danny cleaned up very nicely.

"Ready to go?" Danny asked as he grabbed his wallet from the kitchen counter. Sam got out of her seat and waited by the door for Danny.

"Yeah, the limo is already outside. My parents will force me to wear some frilly dress though."

Danny gave her a look before opening the door for Sam. "Isn't that something you are supposed to do before I come?"

"Yes, but my parents won't mind."

Danny watched Sam enter the limo and looked back at his house. Not if I remember your parents correctly.

Hello the people of the internet. I don't know if any of you read Shield Law, but I am back after my extended absence. Originally this was supposed to have the dinner scene with the Manson's, but I decided to make that a separate chapter. Phantom Mercenary should be updated in two days, and that chapter is around 3,000 words. Yeah, at least double this.

Reviews:

Kristen: Glad to know you like the story. I thought my spelling was just about spot on too. Well everyone makes mistakes. If you find any more please tell me.

Fleur: I feel kind of bad for making you wait so long. I had my reasons though. Anyways, thanks for reviewing and waiting.

AJ: Well, if you like my other stories that you should like my crossover. It requires little knowledge on the actual Avengers. Mainly because only SHIELD is in it and I don't know a ton about them. I haven't seen Fast 6 yet. No reason why; I just haven't. Answers,

1. I have the Nokia Lumina 820. It's a Windows Phone.

2. I usually don't watch T.V. Just video games, Netflix, and YouTube through my Xbox. If I do watch T.V. though, it would be USA, Nicktoons, and whatever's on.

3. I am always on my Xbox or computer. Yeah, I am a tech lover.

Question:

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