A/N: Takes place after Phantom Planet.

Danny barely even hesitated. "No," he said firmly, crossing his arms. "I've said it before, and I'll say it a thousand times; absolutely not."

"Please?" Tucker threw pride out the window, wrapping his arms around Dave's shoulders from behind and clinging to him. "C'mon, dude, I'm dying!" He begged.

"It's not that bad," Danny shrugged his friend off dismissively. "I've been half-way there for years."

Even though she wasn't one to beg, Sam still managed a pout. "Danny, come on. I know that we ask for it a lot, but just this one last time?" Now that his girlfriend was asking, Danny seemed to consider it for a second longer.

Regardless, though, Danny still shook his head. "Guys, I'm not a personal AC. If you need to cool off that badly, go jump in a bath of ice water for all I care," he told them, visibly annoyed.

The first summer with ice powers, he hadn't been bothered by helping his friends cool off. But it wasn't quite that simple anymore. After revealing himself to the world, summer seemed to be his most popular season. The last month of school was always the hardest — especially when the school's disastrous AC broke down. How was he supposed to study for finals when all of the kids in his class (and the teacher, most of the time) were hanging off of him like they were glued together?

"I'm a superhero, not an air conditioner. We can go to the pool or something after class, alright? But I'm not going through that again. It's humiliating." He grimaced at the memory of last year. People had been begging for him to cool him off so much that he hadn't changed back for four days. It was exhausting, even if the cold came naturally.

At the very least, Danny was cool for himself. He didn't notice the extreme heat, and he hadn't properly sweated since he unlocked his ice powers. Not even in his human form, surprisingly enough. Sometimes, it was kind of nice to be dead inside. Literally.

The bell rang, and Danny sighed. Another class just meant that he would be stuck in a hot room with even more people begging him to just go into his ghost room and cool the room off. He was tempted to ask his parents to design a new AC for the school, just so that everyone didn't rely on his ghost powers to not die of heatstroke. But with his luck, that would only backfire and infect the entire school with ecto energy, or some other such nonsense.

He stepped out of the janitor's closet, Sam and Tucker following. The small crowd of students that had obviously been listening in on their conversation suddenly dispersed. Danny had long since given up on getting his classmates to stop eavesdropping. They had reached a silent, but mutual agreement — as long as they didn't try to open the door and peek in, Danny didn't mind if they hung out around the door.

He made his way to class, which was English with Sam. Tucker had math that period, so they said a quick goodbye where the hallway split and went their separate ways.

Unfortunately, just because he was a junior now, didn't mean that Danny got to stop seeing Mr. Lancer. He taught freshman and junior English, splitting the students with another teacher. Danny wasn't sure who the other English teacher was, and as he entered the sweltering classroom, he wondered if the other teacher could somehow be more boring than Mr. Lancer.

Of all the teachers, he has definitely been one of the more accepting of Danny's ghost powers, but that didn't mean that Danny found his lessons entertaining.

"Fenton," Mr. Lancer gestured Danny over, "may I have a word?" Confused, the teen shared a look with Sam before shrugging and walking over to his teacher's desk. For a moment, Mr. Lancer didn't say anything. He considered something and then sighed. "I hate to have to ask this of you, Daniel, but…" he tugged at the uncomfortably stiff collar of his dress shirt, and Danny noticed for the first time that he was soaked in sweat. "I'm finding it difficult to focus on the lessons with all of the heat. Would you mind…?"

Danny groaned loudly, and couldn't help but respond with all of his pent-up annoyance. "Sure, why not?" He asked sarcastically. "It's not like I've saved this town and the world plenty of times over by now. No, I'm perfectly fine with being reduced to an air conditioner at anyone's request! It's not like it's humiliating for me! I don't even mind! I don't care one bit about it!" As much as he wanted to keep holding out, though, Danny knew that the temperature of the room was edging close to one-hundred degrees. His face was bright red from the embarrassment of snapping in front of his class, but nonetheless, he finally gave in.

For some reason, his transformation still got gasps and shouts of excitement from his fellow students. Most were used to it by now, but there were some who never quite got over seeing Danny transform in front of them.

Irritated though he was, Danny Phantom sucked in a deep breath. He let the cold swirl inside of him, and as he slowly exhaled, he pushed it out as far as he could. The room dropped fifteen degrees within the first few seconds, and Danny kept at it until the air in his lungs was used up. The class let out a collective sigh of relief, enjoying the 70-degree weather.

There wasn't any point in changing back. Grumbling to himself, Danny made his way over to his desk by the window. He sat down with a huff, and from the seat next to him, Sam giggled.

Danny felt his face glow a faint green, a phenomenon that he had come to recognize as the ghost equivalent of blushing. "I'm not an air conditioner…" He mumbled, crossing his arms over his desk and laying his head on them to relax. Next to him, the window became hard to see through as a thin layer of frost spread to cover the glass.

Sam reached over to put a comforting hand on his arm, and then pressed a kiss to his cheek. "It's okay," she said soothingly. "I still think you're a badass superhero."

Despite himself, Danny smiled. Even though he was always cold, Sam knew just how to make him feel warm.