Tucker is still glaring at me about the whole pie to his face thing. It's been three hours and he's gotten it all off of him, but I don't really blame him. It might have been a joke, but he obviously didn't find it funny. We need to work together now me than ever before because everyone knows our secrets now. They knew about Team Phantom and they'll just get in the way. I've put all of Amity Park in danger and now we must all work together to keep everyone safe, and we can't do that with Tucker mad at me.
"I'm sorry, Tucker. It was just a joke." Everyone looks bewildered for some weird reason. Jazz walks over to me and puts her hand on my forehead as though I'm sick. I knock her hand away.
"No fever. Danny is actually apologizing for pulling a prank," she states.
"I have gotten older and more mature despite what you think, Jazz," I mutter.
"You've never apologized for pranking anyone before."
"I have my reasons."
"And what's your reason?" Sam asks.
"It doesn't matter." I go into the kitchen and get some of the fudge out. I AM a Fenton and if there are two things that Fenton' s love, it's ghost hunting and fudge. I hand Jazz die fudge as Tucker grabs a beef sick from the jar that mom started keeping in the kitchen a month ago. Sam and Valerie just sit down at the table.
"I don't even care. It was just a good pie wasted," Tucker says. "I really wanted a slice."
"My mom made it," I say.
"I suddenly don't want a slice," Tucker says with fear in his eyes and we ask just start laughing.
"Good choice." My comment earns even more laughter. I see that Tucker got over half of the meat sticks. "Put some back, Tucker. This is a small snack, not a meal. You can have six of them." He hesitantly puts all but eight back, but I let the extra two slide. Two meat sticks are not going to make that much of a difference. We eat our snacks in silence with the only sounds being Tucker' s wrappers on the meat stick and when I pour myself some milk. I didnt even know that we could be quiet for this long. The silence is actually kind of scary. It's so unnatural!
"Someone say something!" Tucker exclaims after ten minutes of dead silence. "I can't take the silence! It's unnatural!" We answer his request with laughter.
"Are you a mind reader, Tucker? I was just thinking that!" I say after I stop laughing.
"So the feeling is neutral? About the silence, that is," Jazz asks.
"Then why didn't anyone say anything?" Tucker demands.
"Maybe we didn't feel like talking," i say just to be funny. "We can just not want to talk sometimes, ok?" It takes him a second to realise that I was joking. I get it, though. I never usually joke around like that, but I don't act like that either.
"Maybe, but the silence is like Dan, evil!" Jazz says. It was probably meant to be a joke, but it honestly wasn't funny. Not in the slightest. She notices our looks and asks, "to soon?"
"Not funny," I answer.
"Oh."
"It's fine. Not everyone is funny, but you are really smart. That's something that Danny isn't," Sam says.
"Hey!" I exclaim as everyone else laughs. I'm smart. I just can't study because I'm Phantom and have to save these losers, but I'll let Jazz have this. She does help me with more than just ghost hunting. I let a smile creep it's way onto my face.
"Who's up for video games?" I ask.
A/n I do not own Danny Phantom. I'm going to a drama thing in six days for four days, so this fiction probably won't be updated for a while.
Cookieplzandthnx: Maybe, but Danny thought that it was worth it.
Randomness-sama: he wasn't going to leave his Sammy behind!