AN: Submitted by: God of the Challenge: Danny overshadowing J. Jonah Jameson while he was on the air

Drabble 63-Loudmouth

There were a lot of things that Phantom and Spider-Man bonded over. For one, they're both still in high school and both have their bullies. But also bad jokes, pizza, and patrolling together. But their most favorite thing to do with each other was talk shit about the biggest loudmouth New York had to offer.

J. Jonah Jameson had been a thorn in Spider-Man's side since day one, and now, years later, all he's done is buy a giant jumbo-tron in Times Square to yell at the public about how much he hates Spider-Man. He and Phantom would often sit on top of it and eat burritos, or anything with a lot of calories, really.

"Geez, dude, how can you take this stuff?" Phantom asked, moving his white hair out of his eyes. "I mean, don't you ever get sick of it?"

"All the time," Spidey replied, smiling under the mask. "But that's why I have you. I mean, the tabloids aren't exactly your best friend right now, either."

"Yeah, but no big time news paper has bought a jumbo-tron just to scream at me, either. It gets pretty annoying."

"Yeah, you're telling me. Do you think that the people down there would try and throw stuff at me if I dangled in front of the screen?" Phantom just laughed, sending chills up Spider-Man's spine. It was full of cheer but the echo it had to it made the laugh sound more eerie than it actually was. He loved Phantom like a brother but sometimes...Sometimes he was a bit freaked out.

Spider-Man yawned and stretched, noticing how Danny nodded in agreement.

"Don't you ever get tired?" Spider-Man asked. He had known the ghost boy for years and had never seen him exhausted unless he had just gotten done saving the world or something. But usually? He'd never even seen the boy yawn.

"Sometimes. I mean, I don't really have to sleep as often as normal people. Like you. You should go home, get some rest. Maybe ace that calculus test."

"What about you?"

"I'm gonna fail Spanish either way, there really isn't any hope for me. Now go, dude."

Spider-Man smiled at him, giving him a slap on the back before standing and walking down the jumbo-tron, trying to ignore the harsh lights and loud voice of Jameson yelling at him to get off of his nose. He just laughed and gave a two-fingered salute to Phantom before heading home for a good night's sleep.

A few months later Peter was waking up with a smile. It was a beautiful Saturday morning and he was finally a legal adult. It was definitely something to be excited about. He could get a tattoo if he wanted!

He quickly hopped out of bed, prepared to run downstairs and eat the breakfast Aunt May cooks for him every year on his birthday before he remembered he didn't have any pants on. He threw on yesterdays jeans and a t-shirt before heading down. His phone buzzed in his pocket.

From: Spooky

Turn on your TV

Peter, confused by the vague text, walked into the kitchen and turned it the TV on, giving his aunt a good morning as he did so. And what he saw-What he heard-was unbelievable.

"And now, onto other news," Jameson was saying. He looked down at his noted, his eyes flashing green for a split second. Most people would have brushed it off as a camera glitch, but Peter knew better. "A special thanks to Spider-Man for helping with the London Crisis yesterday, beating the bad guys into last week! And I am proud to say that he is and always will be New York's very own superhero! No high tech armor or advanced training for this young fellow! The Avengers certainly are lucky to have him!

It was so surreal that Peter thought he was dreaming for a moment. J. Jonah Jameson, he ultimate Spider-Man hater, was praising him. He was yelling and looking angry and was turning a little red in the fac,e but they were all good words. And all because of Phantom. His phone was buzzing again, and Aunt May gave him a look.

"You gonna answer that?" She asked.

"Oh-er, yeah." Peter pulled out his phone, taking a glance at Jameson again. He was grabbing his head, not knowing what he had just said. Before he could go on about haiting Spider-Man Peter turned the TV off and looked at the text.

From: Spooky

Happy birthday, dude!

"Something good?" Aunt May asked. Peter realized that he was grinning like an idiot.

"Yeah," he told her, "Something like that."

"Dude, I don't know how you did that, but that was amazing," Spider-Man told Phantom, laughing a little because he still couldn't believe that those words had come out of Jameson's mouth, voluntary or not. Phantom just shrugged and gave him a light shove.

"It's called overshadowing people. I'm a ghost, remember?" Phantom grinned at him, his green eyes full of joy and fun. It was an infectious feeling. "And, even though that was great, here's your real present." Danny handed him a red package with a neat blue bow on top. Very subtle.

He tore open the package carefully and almost dropped it from laughing to hard.

"Dude, you got me an ant farm? Seriously?" he laughed. Phantom was laughing right along side with him, but this time the echo that came from his chest didn't creep Spider-Man out. In fact, it was welcomed.

"It was S-er...My friend's idea to get you something bug related. She likes presents like that."

"What did she get you for your birthday?" Spidey asked.

"A Ghostbusters poster."

Spider-Man fell into another fit of giggles at Phantom's serious expression, knowing that he was dead serious.

"Ah, that's great," Spider-Man said, reaching his hand under his mask to wipe away a tear. Danny nodded and sighed, content. Then he turned to Spidey.

"Wanna go get some pizza?"

"Do you even have to ask?