Ok, this is kinda like DP the Movie. I don't own Danny, yadda yadda.
Danny Fenton dragged his backpack off his desk and threw it in the corner. His schoolwork was done and the weekend was free. He had been invited to a frat party tonight, but they just invited him because they were scared. 5 years ago he would have been on the ceiling if he got invited to 1 party, let alone all of them. He sighed and went into the bathroom. He looked into the mirror while he was getting ready to take a shower. He had changed from how he was at 14, only 5 years ago. Now his hair was long and it fell over one eye. He wore a black muscle shirt with red detailing and a red jacket thrown over it. He wore torn black pants with gothic crosses and skulls attached to the end of chains hanging from the pants. Black eyeliner and classic combat boots finished him off. Now he towered over Dash and was much more muscular. He smiled wryly. If he had dressed like this at 14, Sam would have popped from happiness that she wasn't the only goth in school and Tucker would have laughed his head off. The 3 still kept in touch. Tucker was excelling in a technology course at a college in New York and Sam was building up a career in genetics at Harvard. He took his shower and went back in his room and flopped onto his bed in his boxers, thinking about that night. The night he was exposed as a freak. The night life as he knew it, his life, crumbled.
Flashback
It was his first date with Paulina. He had vowed to be so charming that she had to fall in love with him. He had gotten a night license and they had gone to the drive ins. Everything had been going perfectly. Paulina was falling fast, the movie was wonderful, and he had been going to get more snacks when it happened. The huge bloodthirsty ghost of a giant had burst into the parking lot. Everyone had been too scared to move and the ghost had picked up Paulina. She had screamed, "Danny, help!" He had had no choice. He had gone ghost right there with everyone watching. He had rescued Paulina and beat the crap out of the ghost. He had set a shaking Paulina down and she had screamed, "GET AWAY FROM ME FREAK! YOU DEMON!" and swiftly fled along with everyone else.
End Flashback
The Fenton family, as well as Sam and Tuck, had stuck by him. Suprisingly his dad hdn't tried to exorcise the ghost half of him. He sighed and got up off the bed, pushing the thoughts out of his head. He went to the corner and picked up a large pad of paper and his pencil. After the incident he had withdrawn and taken up art. He was actually very good at drawing and painting. He laid down against the back of the bed, tuurning on the bedside light and started sketching, letting his mind wander. After about half an hour he stopped and put his stuff away. He stopped to look at what he sketched. It was a girl's back with hair flowing down it. Very little of the face was visible. One of her hands was holding her shoulder and the other was wrapped around her waist. A tear slid down what little of her cheek was visible. He'd never seen the girl before in his life. He shrugged and tucked it away. He got into bed and fell asleep, still pondering on who it was he had drawn.
There. First part-ness. Review or I shall stick my head in the juicer!