Invisible
She's doing it again. Staring at him, I mean. I don't understand why. I mean, if I was dumb enough to be killed by some machine, why would any chick find me amorous? Last time I checked stupidity was not becoming.
And that is how I spend my chem classes: staring at her staring at him. Forget about learning chemistry, I've learned more important things, like she uses Dove deodorant. Although I can cite the periodic table and tell you that v f λ, unlike him.
Back to my angst. She likes him. I like her. He is oblivious to the entire ordeal, and she is oblivious to my advances. How could there be another male in our ghost-fighting group? A male? How could this be? Last time anyone cared, I was asexual. Of course that was years ago, back when he first became part ghost.
It's quite fascinating really: His DNA was not altered at all when he was zapped by his father's machine. What really happened was that his DNA was denatured to such an extent that it no longer represented true DNA. It was just a jumble of nucleic acids – like his body became a gooey mass of ghost matter. He can liquefy his genetic material and rearrange it so that he can change into a completely different entity.
I swear I'm not going into bio-chem in college next year. Yeah, I'm a dork. Not cool at all. And here I am wondering why she's not interested in me.
He's the one that is an even bigger freak than I am: he can turn himself invisible. Yet I'm finding that more and more I am more invisible than he could ever be. If only I could liquefy my genes. Not only would I be an absolute freak (and a dork), but I would also win the attention of the fair Sam.
But then just because I know how these things work doesn't mean that I can do them. Which is why Danny is the hero and I'm just the sidekick.
And the hero always gets the girl.
"Tuck, you ok?" Sam whispers urgently.
"Nothing out of the ordinary," I sigh.
Always.
Fin