CHAPTER 20 BOI

I need a couple chapters of like….just teenager conflict so i'm introducing a conflict character for Danny hahahahahahah

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Danny's POV

I took Sam home about an hour after it started to rain. I didn't want her to get sick or anything, so I took her home and went home myself, too cold and tired to really want to do anything. She pouted but gave me one last kiss goodbye, before I phased out of her room and into the sky, flying quickly through the downpour and back into Tucker's house.

"I thought I wouldn't be seeing you tonight." Tucker noted, not even looking up from his laptop. I rolled my eyes, shaking my hair like a dog while transforming. "Disgusting." Tucker said, his nose wrinkling.

"I'm too tired and cold. Sam insisted on staying out in the rain when it started to pour." I told him, grabbing a hoodie and sweatpants, phasing off my wet clothes and pulling on the warm, dry ones. Tucker laughed. "So basically, you had a The Notebook moment?"

I rolled my eyes but nodded. "Basically. If I'm sick tomorrow, I blame Sam." I told him, pointing a finger in the general direction she would be in. Tucker gave me a thumbs up, quietly closing his laptop and looking at me.

"Is going to be weird? We are finally going to be going to school again without some major conflict."

"Besides the fact I'm behind?"

"….Danny we've caught up with you." Tucker deadpanned. I shook my head. "That means I'm behind. I've never been with the class before."

"You still really aren't, but whatever." Tucker said, turning off the lamp as I was getting into bed. Tucker grabbed my glasses from where I had laid them on the bed and put them on his shelf, giving me a glare. I shrugged, and closed my eyes, excited for a normal day.

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I woke up three hours later at 4 a.m., with a glare at the wall. Tucker's snores weren't the things that woke me up, but the quickly dissipating blue mist in front of my face was. I groaned, transforming and flying into the air, following the direction where the pull took me.

I looked around the dark city, no ghosts in sight. I stared up at the sky, thankful it had stopped raining, and landed on the soft grass of the park, the pull taking me to the middle of it. I stopped and looked around, holding my hands up in front of the fountain I was standing near.

"Don't think a fucking fountain is the ghost, so what the heLL" I was suddenly knocked over onto the ground, something small but strong licking my face. I squealed, probably waking up half of the neighborhood around me, but I rolled over and got up quickly, staring at—

A puppy.

A green ghost puppy.

"What the fuck." I whispered, crouching down low and staring at the dog. It yapped and got into my face again, licking with a friendliness that had me giggling and taking the puppy into my arms. "What's your name little guy?" I asked, the puppy just cocking its head and panting.

"Aww, you're just a little lost thing aren't you?" I asked, getting even more tail wags as the puppy remained in my company.

"Dude can you shut the fuck up? People are trying to sleep!" Someone yelled at me from an apartment complex. It took all of my willpower not to flip them off and continue to play with the dog, but I growled under my breath, picked up the puppy, and flew off to somewhere more remote.

The woods on the outskirts of town.

There was a little clearing in the middle where I took Sam once to get away from Tucker before we were dating. Tucker had been a little too much with the fact that he wanted us to date. I sighed at the memory, knowing how I had been with my feelings towards Sam a long time ago, happy things had turned out the way they had.

I set the puppy down in the grass and sat down next to him, scratching him behind the ears. I had never gotten a dog, the laboratory being too dangerous to have a puppy that would like to snoop around everywhere.

A loud snap in the woods made the puppy growl and immediately transform into a large, ten foot dog with huge canines and fiery eyes. I blinked up, my mouth open in surprise.

Out of the woods came a redhead teen with a camera draped lazily around his neck, and his nose stuck in a book of conspiracy theories.

'Oh here we go.' I thought to myself. The boy looked up with surprise in his eyes as he noticed the growling, yelping and almost dropping his book, his eyes narrowing onto mine. "Fenton." He snapped.

I sighed and rolled my eyes, lazily placing my hands on my chin and resting my head there. "Wes." I replied.

Wes Weston had started making himself known halfway into senior year, actively watching me, finding the fact that I was no longer social inept weird. He, being very observant in everything I did, finally pieced together that 'Danny Phantom' had begun hunting ghosts around the same time I had gotten friends. Add on the fact that we look exactly the same, he had me figured out in no time at all.

He had spoken this theory aloud to people, very quickly becoming the town crazy person, because everyone could see that Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom were nothing alike, apart from their names.

I had never confirmed or denied anything in the presence of anyone else, though I did confirm it in front of Wes himself because I liked to mess with the little shit.

Ever since, he's hated me and everything I was.

"Can you call off your pet please? Some of us are trying to get stuff done."

"Wes it's four in the morning." I told him. He rolled his eyes. "It's the perfect time for UFO sightings."

I rolled my eyes, the puppy finally shrinking back down and crawling into my lap. "Aliens don't exist."

"Half ghosts don't exist either, however here you are."

I waved him off with my hand, getting up as he took a giant step back. "People won't believe you about either of those things, so why even bother hating me Wes?"

"Because I want to."

"Great answer. As much fun as it is talking to you, Weston, I need to get going. School tomorrow." I told him, grabbing the puppy and taking off towards Tucker's house.

"Fuck you Fenton!" I heard him call out as I left, and I chuckled to myself. Messing with him was too easy.

I placed the dog outside on the sidewalk. "Okay, boy, you need to go home."

He yipped in response and immediately disappeared from view. I smiled to myself, transforming and slipping into Tucker's room, grabbing my duvet and slipping back into sleep.

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"Dude, we gotta go." Tucker's voice penetrated my sleep. I groaned, rolling over and placing my pillow over my head. A hard slap to my ass made me yelp and jump to see who had done it. Tucker was laughing while Sam smirked. I hadn't even known she was here.

"Okay, boxer briefs, you need to get dressed." Sam winked. I blushed, and kissed her cheek, grabbing clothes and shoving them on as Tucker and Sam talked amongst themselves.

"You are never this hard to wake up, dude? What gives?" Tucker asked as I pulled a shirt over my head, messing my hair up even more. "I was woken up at four in the morning by this adorable puppy ghost, and then had a conversation with Wes." I told them.

The both rolled their eyes and groaned, and I laughed at the action. Wes was a plague against our group, and it was easily noticeable.

I finished dressing and we head downstairs to start the trek to school, getting in my car and driving away. Various people stopped to glance at us, before shaking their heads and walking towards the entrance of the school, our trio becoming very popular in the sense of abnormal.

I'm pretty sure even me going missing in the middle of the night was starting to be a normal thing. Like they knew I'd show up eventually. I shook my head and laced my fingers with Sam's, heading into school and narrowly avoiding a football to the face, when I heard a screech behind me. I turned, and the discarded football lay ignored on the ground, Valerie Gray sitting on the floor clutching her face.

Kwan hurried over, almost knocking me over in an attempt to get to her more quickly. Dash shoved me down, like what the fuck, to get to her as well. "That Fenton kid made it so the ball would hit me in the eye. Paulina is never going to want to see me like this."

At this comment, Sam rolled her eyes. "A blessing in disguise." She muttered. Valerie's, now blackening, eyes latched themselves onto my girlfriend. "Why don't you go get your nose out of my business and got suck off your boyfriend, goth slut." Valerie spat. Sam growled under her breath, but I wrapped my arm around her waist and swiftly got her out of there, Tucker hot on my tail.

"Calm down." I whispered to her. "She's just a brainless A-list." Tucker reassured. Sam sighed. "But she isn't brainless. Valerie can think for herself, she is just too afraid to go against them. She could be a great person, but she throws it all away for….them." Sam spat. I laughed.

"If she is too scared to go against them, then she can't really think for herself yet. Give her time. She'll come around eventually." I told her. Sam shrugged.

"Won't matter after we graduate." She sighed. She kissed my cheek and we all went separate ways for various classes, not able to meet up with each other until lunch. Valerie never left my mind, and my gut feeling for something bad going to happen was definitely in full swing.

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The ghost dog came back halfway through my English class as I was doing some future assignments, having already done the current ones. I excused myself and went outside to get it to go away. I winked to Wes as I left the room, his face turning into one blood red color of rage. I snorted as I walked away.

I transformed in a janitors closet, flying out of the building and trying to latch on the dogs ecto-signature. I flew around, coming to a large house, where the dog was scratching at the door.

"Hey, pup? What are you doing?" I cooed in a small voice as he yipped in my direction, before continuing to dig at whatever he wanted.

He growled once, and took off into the air, leaving me barely any time to get out of the way. "Oh god." I said, flying after him quickly, trying to grab a hold on anything that would get him to slow down, especially since he was heading towards Axion Labs.

"No, no. Bad dog." I yelled. He growled again, phasing out of sight, before coming back into view behind me, just to grab my foot in his mouth and drag me with him. I yelped as we phased through all of the doors, and through all of the alarms and blasts of energy.

"Mr. Gray what is the meaning of this!" A voice yelled frantically, and I immediately started kicking at the dogs slobbering maw to get me out of his hold. He growled at me, growing at least another five feet before dropping me and banging on one of the security gates with his paws.

"That should hold, sir! I designed it to withstand more than just a dog!" Another voice called out from the other side of the gate.

"It better or this will be the last job you have with Axion."

I cursed myself and grabbed the dog by the collar and started tugging him away, not wanting to get any one fired today. The dog froze, before clamping down on my arm and throwing me through the gate, sending me right through it and at the mans feet.

Valerie Gray's father, Damon Gray was standing above me with shock and anger plain in his features. He went to dive at me, but I was pulled away but the mutt and flown out of Axion right into the school, landing at Tucker's feet.

"So…how'd that go?" He asked as I lost the pull of the Dogs, who I am now calling Cujo because of his fucking disastrous tendencies, ectosignature. I sighed. "I think I just got Valerie's dad fired." I said quietly immediately regretting most of the day, and not throwing the dog back into the ghost zone.

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Two days later, Valerie Gray had been abandoned by the A-list because her father lost his job. She had to sell most of her things to help pay for the moving van and for the apartment in Elmerton. Damon had ended up having to pay for the damages to the facilty, thus resulting in the loss of the house and most of their belongings.

It didn't help that I damaged the rest of their things by chasing Cujo into their moving truck, which they also had to pay for…. Let's just say I was not Valerie Gray's hero anymore. I was the person who destroyed her life and her social status.

She had started out subtle that day after he lost his jobs, a permanent scowl on her face, complaining to her friends about what had happened, and after a day or so of concern she was kicked out of the friend group, tending to sit alone at lunch. Sam had grabbed my hand when Valerie walked past, because I had had the sudden urge to get up and apologize, for something that wasn't (to her knowledge) my fault.

Something in Valerie shifted about a week after the incident, I still hadn't found that fucking puppy and I had been studying under a tree alone in the quad while Sam and Tucker did research in the library.

"Hey, Fenton!" She called up to me, making me peer over where my glasses rested at the bridge of my nose. "What's up, Val?" I called back, trying to hold in any sympathy that I could. She had punched the last person to apologize to her.

"I was just wondering….does your mom and dad sell their ghost hunting equipment?" She asked me, her eyes full of hope.

I put on a mask as she mentioned my parents. While my father and I had mended things a bit, my mother hadn't spoken a word to me since she left for Germany, due to come home any day now. "I don't think so, and especially not to common citizens." I told her, all friendliness in my voice replaced with that cool edge that came with talking about my parents.

Her face fell. "What if my family was being targeted?"

I bit my lip. "Still, it would be better to contact an official hunter if you had any problems with any ectoplasmic entities." I told her.

She sighed angrily. "Look, I've tried. No one will hunt the ghost." She said, crossing her arms from where she was standing.

I sighed, pushing my frames up on my face. "Look, if hunters won't hunt the ghost you are after, then odds are that its not that bad."

Her face turned red with rage as she took in the words. "Look, that fucking menace Phantom destroyed my father's place of employment and the belongings that we didn't have to sell. My mothers furniture was destroyed, Fenton. Your parents are firm believers in everything ectoplasmic is wrong and I don't understand why you believe they won't help me or at least give me means to defend myself. My dad and I live in Elmerton as of right now and I need to make sure I'm protected so the next time Phantom attacks me again, I'll be ready."

"Val-"

"And one more thing. That ghost is anything but good. Ghosts exist to destroy. Ghosts shouldn't exist and anyone sympathetic should be tested for insanity."

I had had enough, and I slammed my book, and got up, rising to my full height, making Valerie take a step back, and the other students and teachers that had been vaguely listening look to me in surprise.

"Look, Gray. Don't even try to tell me what you think on ghosts, because odds are I've already heard the same shit come out of my parents mouths. I lived with them, obviously I know that they aren't going to sell you firearms, because they are firearms and can hurt human beings as well, especially since you aren't trained. Also, my mother and father are bigoted and I have come to realize are mostly wrong in many of their believes on the afterlives and spirits themselves."

Valerie was paled considerably and I found myself thinking back to when they had experimented on me and what I had felt.

"Honestly, I lived with them enough to know that their practices aren't well founded, and are borderline torture." My voice cracked at the end, making people glance at me in surprise. I cleared my throat. "Don't talk to me about my family, or ghost hunting, ever again, because I promise, I won't be so kind next time." I told her, turning on my heel and leaving her behind, surprising the whole school as I just left.

I walked home to give my father the news when I noticed the taxi pull up on the side of the road. My dad walked out of the house, not noticing me standing on the curb. "I'll be back, honey. The tour will probably only last a couple weeks maximum." He called to the house. My mother stepped out on the porch, calm and collected in her blue jumpsuit as he got in the cab and spend away.

She then turned to me.

"Hello Daniel."

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