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Italics are thoughts

Closet Case

Danny's p.o.v.

The sunlight woke me from blissful sleep. I stretched recalling the time blinking beside my bad. It felt like it was going to be a good day already. I usually never woke up early enough to look decent for school.

You only want to look nice for her.

Yea, there's nothing wrong with that.

I smiled to myself heading to the shower. Today was going to be good. I was almost positive.

Since I was up early I decided to skip the bus and walk to school. In the kitchen I waved and smiled to an unperfected Jazz. She had just woke up.

"Ya look good Danny," She addressed me moving slowly to the coffee pot.

"Thanks sis, ya heard I'm going with Sam right?"

"Yea, it'll be so cute! But don't worry I'm making sure our parents aren't chaperoning."

As if on cue I heard noises that sounded like "ghost" I grabbed my bags to head out. Didn't need another test on their gadgets.

It was only outside I remembered I left my homework in my room. I concentrated on phasing out to fly and get it.

Nothing happened. I tried again. I stayed human.

Groaning I hurried back inside to get it. It could be dangerous if my powers chose not to work at certain times.

Course that would make dancing with Sam so much easier. If only I could figure out why they are malfunctioning still. I mean I asked her to the dance.

You know what you have to do.

Since when has there been voices in my head? My conscious maybe?

"Yo Fenton," I cringed. I was a full thirty minutes early for class, I didn't even know Dash was at school this early. I turned around to face the big jock bully. He grinned.

"Ya actually did it," Dash patted me on the back, the force almost put me sprawling to the floor.

"Eh yea," I scratched my head.

"So I can't actually beat you up for two weeks. However I still can shove you in say, closets and lock you in." Dash grabbed my backpack hauling me along.

"No, Dash!" But it was too late. He had already opened the janitors closet. Chucking me in like useless trash he shut the door, I heard a lock snap.

"Now maybe Jazz will date me," I heard Dash voice fade away. How did shoving me in a closet have anything to do with Jazz?

I waited until it seemed quiet. I was about to go ghost and get out when I heard footsteps.

"Don't worry, I'll bring you to him." It was Dash's muffled voice talking to someone.

Bright light flooded the area when the door opened, someone was thrown in and the door shut and locked once more. I could hear the bullies laughter as he walked back to class.

Except I was pinned down. In the shuffle they tripped and landed on top of me.

"Danny?" The voice was soft.

"Sam? What?"

"I dunno I just asked where you were and Dash kindly threw me in here."

Silence settled in and I noticed exactly where we were. I was on the ground, Sam laying on top of me her head lay gently on my chest. She was lighter than I thought.

No tingling?

"Uh Sam?" I hated to move from this position. I was blushing like mad. But we really should get out of the closet. I looked down to her face. So close. I could see her glittering velvet purple eyes watching me.

"Yea? Oh right," She jumped up offering me a hand. I stood up beside her.

"I'm going ghost!" I concentrated.

Nothing happened.

"Not again!" I cursed in my head.

"What? Sam stepped closer to me in the dark. I could feel her arm just next to mine.

Take her hand.

For a moment I did grab her hand. Something possessing me. I squeezed it gently and let go.

"My powers aren't working."

"What? Why not?!" Sam crossed her arms sternly looking at me.

"I don't know, I've noticed that recently they've stopped working sometimes."

"So we're stuck in here?!"

"Looks like it," I sat down on the tiled floor. "You don't have to look so mad about being trapped in a closet with me." I added glumly.

"Oh no, it's not that. I'm just mad at Dash." She sat beside me, she pressed her skirt down so she could sit. It wasn't working too well.

Maybe this is part of his plot?

"Danny?" Sam's voice was shy. Not at all like her.

"Yea?" I gulped feeling red for no reason.

"I can't sit without my skirt ridding up, so can I sit in your lap?"

Don't think about the skirt Danny.

It would be too late. That image of Sam tugging at her short skirt asking to sit in my lap would forever be in memory.

"Uh sure," I mumbled as she plopped down. She was so close now, too close.

I'd be invisible by now if I had ghost powers. I wished I could just wrap my arms around her waist. Pull her up against my chest. Feel her warmth in my arms.

Instead, the gods granted me grace, Sam leaned back. She rested her head on my shoulder.

"Thanks, this is much more comfortable."

"No problem," I was still trying to get a whole of my emotions. It wasn't working.

How often do you get this chance anyway?! I reached a hand and started moving it through her black locks. Her hair smelled nicely of lavender. It calmed me, putting me in some kind of resting hypnotic condition.

Sam, surprisingly bold, grabbed my other hand and rested it with hers on her stomach. Still no tingling.

And now I was glad. I wished I never turned ghost and no one ever came to open the closet. Just sitting in the dark with a beautiful Sam in my arms. I sighed. Now all I needed to do was tell her.

What if she doesn't like you? You shouldn't spoil the moment.

"Sam, how long do you think we'll be in here?" I stroked her hair gently, feeling it glide through my fingers like dark silk.

"Who knows, it is Dash after all." Her voice was a little bitter, but not even close to what it had been before. "And out of all the people to be trapped in a closet with, I'm glad it was you," I could see a small smile prying at her lips. She let out a sigh as her muscles relaxed in my arms.

"I'm glad it was you as well Sam," I moved my hand from her hair to her shoulder squeezing gently.

And we just stayed like that. Both of us were ignoring the situation outside while inside it's all I could think about. But how could I not?

I had already decided just to enjoy this, not to push by confessing. At least not yet. Slowly I began getting drowsy, it was her smell. That lavender was pacifying me into sleep. No tingle had returned, still all human.

Sam had also relaxed close to sleep. I was leaning against the wall now so we didn't fall backwards. There wasn't much to do. Her hair lay on my shoulder her eyes closed. Her breath was light and feathery tickling my neck gently.

I had taken the time to just watch her. Her eyes were closed so she would notice, no harm done. Her pale skin brought out the pink in her lips, they looked soft. So very alluring.

I reached my hand out. Just wishing to touch her lips, just a little touch. No one would know. My finger gently touched her bottom lip.

I licked my lips.

Of course Sam's eyes flew open.

Damn Danny, you could resist could you?

"Danny?" I withdrew my hand blushing like mad. She looked lost, like between reality and a dream.

"I, uh, I-"

I was cut off my a clunking noise. My hands started to tingle.

Great, just great.

The closet door was rattling. Someone was opening it. Sadly we were free. Sam hopped up, helping me up with a smile.

There was something different about her. She seemed to almost glow, unlike her normal gloomy self.

"Tucker our savoir!" Sam was all dramatic as my best friend entered the closet.

"Man why didn't you two just phase out of here?"

"Power shortage," I raised my hand in a guilty gesture.

"So it's been just the two of you stuck in this closet for, what, two hours?"

"Two hours?!"

Both me and Sam were alarmed. We didn't realize it'd been that long.

I let out an exasperated sigh. "Let's just get to class guys," I headed off, by now it was third period. Lunch was soon. The other two trailed behind me, discussing something. I was day dreaming too much to care.

You should thank Dash.

I smiled to myself entering the class giving some late excuse to the teacher. Maybe I would.

And to think, there was still two days until I got to dance with Sam. I wondered if she would be wearing the same dress.

My hand phased out.

Oh sure, now I have my powers back.

Stupid Phantom, what are you playing at?

Instead I glanced at the board and started copying notes. Anything to keep myself from disappearing. I could think about everything when I was home. Maybe Jazz could shed some light. Somehow I felt she had something to do with this.

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