whoa another chapter? I know it's crazy. Thanks for the reviews guys! I'm glad you all like the last chapter. Honestly I don't know what's going on in this chapter, I just kinda wrote for a while then stopped. The chapter mainly touches on a head cannon that I and many others have.
I'm kinda procrastinating the final reaction of Paulina. Like should I make her a bitch that hates Danny and tries to bring him down or should she go back to the way it always was just now she views him as a work in progress that she has to change. maybe she could actually have some depth and learn from this experience ... Nah.
but I digress. Enjoy.
"I'm such a jerk," I moaned into one of Sam's fancy pillows.
"You're a real asshole," Sam flipped through the channels on her enormous TV. The Avengers movie ended a little while ago; it was still awesome, in case you were wondering how I liked it.
"I'm surprised you don't care more about what he said to Paulina," Tucker said, pulling his knowing smile that I absolutely loathed.
"Shut up," Sam threw a pillow at his face, "She had it coming. She emotionally and mentally damages every guy she dates. Poor Danny was just trying to fend her off in the only way he could!"
"Uhuh sure," Tucker said, putting the pillow behind his head and leaning back, "You're just happy Danny's not dating Paulina."
"Why should I care about that," Sam said coolly although I could see a faint blush on her face. She then turned to me and said, "I don't enjoy the PMS joke though. Even if it was directed towards that bitch."
"Sorry," I rubbed the back of my neck, "I kinda got carried away."
"Yeah well I'll let it slide. This time," Sam laughed and pushed me slightly. I looked over at her, admiring her joyful face. I always thought she looks most beautiful when she laughs, the way her purple eyes sparkles and a small yet distinguished dimple forms near her glossy and oh so full lips. Her slightly flushed rounded cheeks made my own feel hot. I turned back to the infomercial playing and tried to avoid Tucker's annoying smirk.
Then Sam leaned extremely close to my face.
my shoulders rose and I tried to lean away due to our close proximity. But when I moved away she got closer until she was practically on top of my body. I could feel my entire face redden.
"What?" Damn it, my voice cracked. Be cool, Fenton. Be cool.
"You have freckles," Sam poked the top of my cheek with her black painted fingernail. Tucker tried not to laugh. Needless to say he failed.
"Yeah," I cleared my throat so my voice wouldn't crack again, "So?"
"So. When did you get them," Sam leaned closer, apparently unaware of the little space between us and the fact that her elbow was now digging into my thigh. I was so close I could see the various fibers in her iris that made up the peculiar color of her eyes. My face felt like it could cook an egg.
"I don't know. I've always had freckles," I mumbled.
"HA They're only HAHA noticeable when he's all flustered!" Tucker cracked up, falling over on the couch. Stop laughing at me, Tucker. I swear to god next time I find myself alone with you I will kill you slowly and mercilessly.
"Awwwwww! they're adorable!" Sam cooed; and might I add, she was still two inches from my face. In case you're wondering, she smells like roses. Wow cis it hot in here?
"You make them more noticeable when you get all embarrassed, Danny."
"Yeah yeah I know," I grumbled, "I've heard this enough from my mom and sister. I'm surprised you haven't noticed them before. Especially in my ghost form."
I said the last part under my breath but because of close proximity she could hear it.
"Change," she ordered.
"What?"
"Go ghost. now. I wanna see."
"No- ow ow- okay fine!"
She stopped pinching and pulling at my cheeks and finally stepped back. I sighed slightly and changed into my ghost form, praying to God that I would stop blushing after the light died away. Apparently he didn't answer my prayer because Tucker, who had just recovered, fell back onto the ground in another fit of hysteric chuckles. Sam started giggling, a sound that, admittedly, made this all worthwhile.
"How come I never noticed them before," She said in between giggles, "they freaking glow!"
"Usually when I'm blushing," I said crossing my arms, trying not to smile goofily at the cute noises she made, "But I think they've been getting worse in my ghost form because of all the time I've been spending as Phantom at school. Being a ghost is like freaking sunlight to them or something."
"I guess that makes sense," Tucker said, finally able to speak again, "I mean, since they glow it's probably a concentrated ectoplasmic substance instead of melanin."
"So your ghost half activates more production of whatever ectoplasmic pigment your cute little freckles are made of," Sam said, poking my cheek again, "Interesting."
"Can you please stop messing with my face," I whined, changing back into Fenton.
"Afraid staying ghost will cause you to have more 'cute little freckles'?" Tucker teased.
"No! I'm just taking all the opportunities I can to stay Fenton," I said, not admitting that Tucker was half right, "I'm getting tired of always glowing. It's like I'm a freaking flashlight or something."
Tucker and Sam laughed again then sat back down on the red couch. I took my place once more as well and we half watch whatever was on while talking about the most random stuff.
"Oh! By the way we can't walk to school together tomorrow," Sam said while leaning casually on the frame of her house door. Tucker and I stood a few steps away, getting ready to make the journey home.
"Oh me neither! Sorry bro, we have a chem. lab," Tucker said.
"Man, that sucks. She's making you do crap during your free time?" I said, "Glad I'm in regular instead of honors now. It's okay, I'll just fly to school."
"See ya tomorrow," Sam called while closing the door.
"Bye," we both said. I jumped up into the air, already in ghost form, "wanna ride home?"
"Hmmm... Should I risk the rumors or suffer a long walk in the dark," Tucker said, scratching his chin.
"What rumors," I asked.
"I can see it now," Tucker extended his arms, looking off into the at an imaginary newspaper, "Town hero Danny Phantom: could he be gay?!"
"From me carrying you home?"
"The media doesn't need much to warp a story."
"It's better than," I mimicked his motion, "high school student Tucker Foley: kidnapped by molesters! And I could turn invisible, you know."
"True," Tucker nodded slowly. Then backed up.
"What are you doing," I said suspiciously.
Tucker didn't answer, instead he ran towards me at full speed and jumped. He wrapped his arms and legs around my shoulder and torso. I spun a few times in the air due to the momentum, barely stopping us from falling onto the hard ground
"Dude," I groaned
"Take me away ghost boy," Tucker said, imitating Paulina's voice.
"Either bridal style or I'm just grabbing you by the arm and dragging your ass to your house," I said, turning intangible so that he would fall to the ground.
"Fine," he grumbled, allowing me to pick him up and fly into the sunset.
As you can see most of this chapter has to do with a new common headcannon that many people have on tumblr: Danny has freckles. And they glow in his ghost form. Which is weird because freckles are concentration of melanin, a blackish grey skin pigment. UV rays basically tell melanocytes to make more of this pigment causing your body to tan, and/or a concentration of melanin to form, making freckles and moles. So what would make Danny's freckles to glow? I decided that it was probably the same thing that makes the white aura around him, just concentrated. Then I wondered what would cause the activation and decided rather than being activated, it would be Danny himself, or more accurately, his powers that cause excess ectoplasm to build up and take the form of freckles.
now you all know what I do at 2 in the morning when I need to wake up at 6. Plus mini science lesson.
woot.
anyways hope you liked it and thanks for reading!
