A/N: Hey guys! Sorry I've been out for a while, EXAMS. What are you gonna do? I feel like I went in and actually failed everything...and I still can't believe I was stupid enough to forget bringing my books to my Literature exam! AND IT WAS MY BEST SUBJECT.

FUCK EVERYTHING.

I'm sorry. Exam time is not a really happy time for me *sob*

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"The Wrong Danny"

Chapter Fourteen: Being Invisible Was More Fun

It was a nightmare.

Going to school was a total nightmare.

This is probably the part where you think "Trust me; I know how you feel dude". But trust Sam—she was talking about something completely different to the average school-is-hell-on-earth expression. There are no words, no explanations, just simple actions that unfortunately—couldn't be stopped.

The school was still personality switched.

Sam, when she arrived at her insane school, was bombarded with Paulina. Whom, for some reason wanted to sit next to Sam…at lunch. Poor Sam was so uncharacteristically terrified that she ran and locked herself in the bathroom in-between breaks and lunch; more than ever did she wish that Paulina was back to her stupid, bratty self.

But there was some nagging suspicion churning in the back of her mind. How could a school—no less a high school—change their personalities all in one night? How could teenagers suddenly turn to a different point of view in one night?

Simple: they can't.

Which meant that whoever did this...disaster was pretty powerful to pull this off. Although, there is no motive and no suspect—Sam was determined to find the imposter and the beat the living hell out of them for making her suffer through this torture.

That is, if she gets time to, with having to complete the project with Danny Fenton; keeping a secret eye on him and finding the mystery of Danny Phantom at the same time.

What happened to being the most invisible person in the history of high school?

"Oh come on, just try it!"

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"Pleeeease?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because...just look at it. Do you really think I would want to stick that in my mouth?"

"It's good!"

"It's disgusting. I can't believe you actually like that...abomination."

She glared at him and put one hand on her hip, "It is not an abomination."

Green eyes shot at her, "Seriously? You actually like it?"

"Yes!"

"Well then—I'm never eating any of your cooking."

A laugh burst out of her throat before she could stop herself, and she punched his arm to salvage some of her scowl that had vanished from her features.

"No, seriously! You can't know if you hate it if you don't even try it!"

Childishly: "But...I don't want to."

"Come on."

"Never."

"Argh! You're so...frustrating." Sam cried out. "You're like two-year-old that won't let go of his toy car!"

"But I like my toy car, why would I want to give it away?"

She cried out in frustration again and looked at him defeated. "Fine. If you don't want to eat it, don't. But you're missing out!" she sang.

"I'm pretty sure that I'm not." He sang back, happy that she surrendered. "I mean, who else on this earth likes dark liquorice sprinkles, black frosting with gummy bats on top of a cupcake?"

She looked at him, "I do."

"And we all know that there are billions of people just like you Sam."

"Shut up."

"Okay."

Both of them then just couldn't hold it any longer, they burst out laughing.

"Seriously," Sam started in mid-laugh, "you're really annoying."

"I have been told." He grinned.

She took a large bite of her cupcake, savouring the delicious dark taste. They were walking in the park together, Danny with a hoodie, jeans and a hat to cover his white hair and identity. Recently, the two had been spending even more time together, getting to know each other on a basis that Sam was surprised that it actually happened. She never expected herself to open up so fast. It had only been about a month since the incident, more or less, and already he knew her darkest fears and she knew his.

It was crazy. Almost as if they were meant to be friends...

"So Sam, I was wondering, why do you hate your parents?"

His question broke her out of her thoughts and she asked him again to repeat. He did.

"Oh..." she felt herself crawling into a small shell of vulnerability.

"It's okay if you don't want to tell me, I know it's sort of private but a guy can't help but notice, right?"

"Yeah...I think it's better to have this conversation somewhere else at a different time. My parents have like, people following me half the time. I ditch them every once in a while, but they always find their way back. I don't think they'd like it if I said anything about them that'll destroy their precious reputation. Even to a ghost." Sam glowed darkly.

"Oh...okay."

There was a silence, and Sam snuck a look at Danny. A bubbling feeling swarmed in her stomach, and she looked away. It was so...wrong. Why was she feeling this way? He was dead. They could never be together and here she was, spending her time with him, going out of her way to fit her schedule with his so that whenever he had the time, they would always talk. He made her stomach do flips and countless acrobatics and she couldn't control it. It was pointless.

She was falling in deep. Neck deep.

And she wasn't sure that she would be able to get out again.

"So, Danny." He turned to her, "Where are you from?"

In all her time spending with him, he never gave any indication of where he was from. Not even a continent or a town name.

Surprisingly, he found himself answering, "Amity Park."

...

Oh shit, he panicked.

She was taken back, "You were born here? Why didn't you tell me? How long ago where you here? I never heard of anyone dying recently. Do you remember where you lived? Or how the town looked like? How long ago where you here?" Her mind buzzed and grew excited—this was the break that she was looking for. To finally finding out whom he was!

"Uh...I...um...actually..." his mind frantically panicked, goddammit! What was he thinking? How on earth was going to get the fuck out of this? Nothing came to mind and she was purely jumping with excitement, waiting anxiously for his answer. How could he have been so stupid?

"I uh, um can't remember." He blurt out stupidly without thinking.

Her hope faltered, "You...can't remember?"

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, I don't know where, what time I was, uh, from."

"You forgot what time you came from?" she asked disbelievingly.

"...Yes?"

They lapsed into another silence. Sam's mind was buzzing, a thousand questions jumbled through her brain and she was aching to ask them, they were at the tip of her tongue—but she didn't. She knew then she would never get the answers she was thirsting for. She realized, with wild suspicion, that afternoon, Danny Phantom didn't want her to know who he was.

But the more important question: Why?

What was he trying to hide?

Sam had almost forgotten her secret promise to Jazz; she had spent the entire night on the internet. Searching up old newspapers for reports of twelve to fifteen-year-old boys that have either been missing or killed. So far, she had nothing. She was getting nowhere trying to find Danny Phantom's previous name.

Suddenly, a small hand grabbed her and dragged her behind the dumpster.

"So what did you find?"

"What?" Sam asked with confusion.

"What did you find about Danny." Jazz whispered the last part and glanced around suspiciously.

Oh right. She was supposed to be the 'inside eyes and ears'.

"Nothing yet, I haven't had the time."

"Then make time Sam! I need to know what's wrong with him!" Jazz cried frantically, "I'll be back soon and I expect results."

Sam crossed her arms, "Don't you think you're playing with dynamite Jazz? Soon enough it'll blow up in your face and you have no one to blame but yourself."

"You don't understand Sam; I have to know what's wrong with him."

"And why is it so important to you?"

"He's my little brother. He has no one but me to take care of him. Mom and Dad are always busy making the next crack-pot ghost hunting invention, they mean well but they don't have time to take care of him; which means that it's my responsibility to always look out for him. I'm always there for him and I won't let him down. Not today, not ever. Please, Sam. You have to understand—he's family. He's my little brother. And I'm all that he has." Jazz pleaded.

As much as Sam wanted to, she sighed in defeat. In a way, Jazz's twisted logic of looking out for her brother, made sense. She just wished that she wasn't dragged into this family issue.

But at least she wasn't doing anything illegal.

"Fine."

"Thanks Sam. I really appreciate it." Jazz smiled brightly and ran off as the first bell rang.

Sam leaned against the dumpster and groaned. She really wanted to be invisible again.

She got to the library at four and he was already there, sitting at their usual spot.

"Hi!" he smiled brightly.

She frowned, of all of a sudden; he's being totally friendly with her? Is he bi-polar or what?

"Hey." She replied coolly.

The session went as smoothly and as boringly as usual. Where both would sit opposite each other, the laptops (which they had to bring themselves courtesy of the library computers being incredibly and unbelievingly slow), which created a barrier in between them, and get to work not speaking a word or looking at each other.

Danny was restless.

Why was she so stingy to his human half? She likes his ghost half; and they get along really well, so how come he's so nerve-stricken whenever he's in his human half? How come his palms start sweating and his heart starts bursting and he's terrified of even looking at her because he's afraid of offending her? The backpack incident on their first study session traumatised him, he was so afraid and careful around her—he's cautious of his actions and words. He doesn't want her to explode on him.

But why?

Like Tucker said, why does he care about being her full-time friend? He's already friends with her (in some kind of weird way) but why does he want more? Why does he feel like as a ghost he's not getting enough from her? Why isn't anything he does enough?

What the hell is happening to him?

Maybe Jazz was right, maybe he does need therapy.

They departed with a simple goodbye with Sam happy to have finished and Danny more unsatisfied than ever. As soon as Sam got to the corner of the street, her head randomly thought back to Jazz and the promise that she made. Looking back, she caught sight of Danny about to turn around the other corner.

This was it.

She could do two things:

Forget about Jazz's promise, she was asking too much, invading someone's privacy was wrong and she was going to respect Danny's.

Or, she could follow him and keep the promise because he was acting strange and his sister was only worried about him.

He was three steps away from turning around the corner.

She had ten seconds, heart bursting out of her chest—Sam made her decision.

She hated being a soft heart.

He turned the corner and she followed.

A/N: Soo...what do you think? Was this okay? Hopefully it was...

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