A simple one-shot that I've been working on for a while. Hope you like.

I shouldn't have trusted it.

Ghosts are unpredictable. Anything related to them can't be trusted. That's why I blame myself for what happened. What happened to her. She's lucky to still be alive…but I don't know how long it will stay that way.

It started with a ghost, as most stories of my life do. Desiree, a ghost who claimed she could make my heart's desire come true. Somehow, she had found out how I feel. I had no need to fight Desiree that day, for she simply vanished after telling me that my true love would love me.

Somehow, I trusted her words. Why, I don't know. Maybe because I was so naïve when it came to love. Or maybe it was simply because Desiree had left. Either way, I should have stopped what came next.

Apparently, Desiree went to Sam's house and cast a spell on her. I don't exactly know what happened there, just that the next day Sam was acting differently. She seemed to be nervous around me, and she would blush almost every time I said something to her. I don't know what gave me the courage that day, but I somehow worked up the nerve to ask her out. Why it was so hard, I don't know. She is my best friend, why was it so hard to talk to her? That didn't matter, though. She said yes.

We went to a movie together that night. I was a nervous wreck. I tripped over the words as I talked to her, I kept trembling with anxiety, and my pants phased off of me. More than once, unfortunately. She didn't seem to notice how nervous I was, though.

I don't remember what the movie was about. I couldn't pay attention. I think I was staring at Sam for the whole thing. I didn't know what was going on in reality, all I could think about was how she looked, how beautiful she was. When the credits began rolling, she turned towards me, her lips slightly open as if she was about to say something. She didn't have a chance to say anything, though, as my hormones got the better of me, and I kissed her. Almost immediately, she returned the kiss, and though it probably sounds sappy, I realized in that moment that I care for her more than I've ever cared for anyone else. I would say I love her, but I'm not sure if someone my age can actually fall in love…

Anyways, after that movie, we began going out more and more. A lot of people considered us to be boyfriend and girlfriend, but they had thought that before we started dating. I didn't really care what everyone else thought, I was just happy that I was with Sam.

About a month later, while I was at the park with Sam, I saw Desiree again. She was granting a wish to a little girl, causing a giant pony to appear and create a huge mess. I felt obligated to get rid of the horse and Desiree, so though I didn't want to leave Sam, I transformed to Danny Phantom and fought the ghosts. The pony was pretty easy to get rid of, but Desiree was a bit more of a challenge. Having fought me before, she seemed to be able to sense what I was going to do next. I was finally able to pull her into the Fenton Thermos-yes, I had been carrying it with me-but when I did, something changed. I couldn't tell what right away, but something in the air felt different.

I floated back down next to Sam. She was clutching her head, as if something was wrong. I asked her about it, and she replied that she simply had a small headache. I offered to take her home, and she nodded an agreement, still holding a hand to her forehead.

So we walked back to her house. When we arrived there, I felt sorta bad about leaving her there-even if all that was wrong with her was just a headache. So I kissed her, which by that time wasn't something unusual for me to do. Her reaction to the kiss, however, was different.

She pushed me away. I felt a bit hurt, but assumed it was because of her headache, but then she yelled, "What are you doing?" I was confused. Did she just suddenly forget the past few weeks or something?

Apparently, she had. She continued yelling at me, telling me off for arbitrarily kissing her-because to her, we were still only best friends. I could tell she wasn't really angry, or sad, just more shocked. And…it seemed she was hurt.

I continued to pretend to listen to her rant, but I wasn't paying attention. Instead, I was just thinking about what had happened to her, why she could have suddenly forgotten so much. Then everything came together as I recalled one phrase.

"The one you love will love you," Desiree had said. So it was Desiree's spell that had turned Sam from my best friend to my girlfriend. And I guess when I defeated Desiree, the spell was broken. And now Sam was probably just confused. If she was confused, then I thought that maybe the best thing to do would be to just leave her alone. So I interrupted her rant with a quick apology for the kiss, then left.

The next day, at school, Sam wasn't there. I was worried. Sam's not the type to miss school for emotional reasons. So I thought Desiree's spell must've had a big impact on her.

It turns out the spell did have a big impact on her. A huge impact. After school, I went to her house. A woman I hadn't seen before opened the door. She was dressed in all black, yet her outfit seemed to resemble a classic maid's uniform. She spoke in a hushed voice, and informed me that Sam was found dead in her room that morning.

I was stunned. Sam. Dead. I couldn't seem to process the information. I walked a few feet away from the house, but then I had a sudden urge to go up to her room, to see her. Because part of my mind believed she was still alive. Not caring if anyone saw me, I transformed to my ghost form, and flew up to Sam's room.

She was in there. Or, more correctly, her body was in there. She was lying on the floor, lifeless. The scene looked somewhat gruesome, and I really don't care to describe it. But it then hit me that she's really dead. Gone. Never coming back.

So that brings me to my current situation. I'm trying to find Desiree. I'm not planning on getting revenge on her for what she did to Sam. Instead, I'll ask her for one last wish to grant: to be with the one she calls my 'true love' To be with Sam. I'm aware that for that to happen, either she will be resurrected-or I'll be killed. I'm ready for the consequences either way.

Because either way, I'll stay with Sam.