Part One: Dark Eyes
Chapter Three: Interesting Thoughts
The object of my affection
is the object of my obsession.
She looks at me, but doesn't see my eyes.
I hide in the shadows of lies,
of self-doubt and darkness.
Yet seeing her gives me never ending bliss.
But not being able to touch, to be,
she doesn't even really know me.
She's always around.
I wish she had never been found.
I would never feel this,
such a yearn for just one kiss.
"The object of my affection is the object of my obsession," he repeated. "You'll wake and remember: The object of my affection is the object of my obsession."
Sam closed her eyes and opened them. He was gone. She let out the breath she had been holding, allowing fresh air to flow through her. She looked at the toilet in front of her and frowned.
Wait a minute.
She had gotten out of the stall, hadn't she? Oh no. She remembered that she had closed her eyes. Had she fallen asleep? But…it had been so vivid. She had thought it was real. Maybe it had been.
Maybe she was thinking too much again.
The school bell rang. That must've been the signal for lunch period ending. Shakily, she got to her feet and made her way out of the bathroom. She looked left and then right. There were students, going about their normal lives, talking, grabbing books, walking to class.
She made her way to her locker. For a moment, she stared at it, afraid to open it, because Danny's ghost half might be there, ready to drag her to some dark void or maybe jump out and slit her throat before she had a chance.
There it was again, too much thinking. She should have that ten cups of coffee now.
Steadying herself, she slowly opened the locker door. She looked in the mirror and saw…nothing. It was fine, there wasn't anything there. The encounter earlier must have been part of her largely fed imagination. She should have known better.
"Hey, Sam." She almost jumped three feet, but didn't. It was Danny, with his plain old voice, just like always. "You okay?"
She grabbed her books. "Yeah." She turned around. "Anything interesting happen while I was gone?"
"Um. Yeah."
Her heart stopped for a moment.
"I got a new power." Her heart resumed its usual beat. "I think it was astral projection, but maybe you know better."
"What happened?" That was good, something to let her mind occupy itself.
"Well, there was this weird monster in the cafeteria after you left, and it grabbed somebody." He stopped for a moment, as if unsure how to proceed. "I couldn't go ghost, not with everyone watching and I felt really desperate to save the person cause the monster was going to eat them."
"Wait. Hold it." Sam rubbed her temples. "You said the ghost was going to eat the person? That never happens. They don't really hurt people like that."
"This one was. Anyways…I felt really desperate…and all of a sudden, I had turned ghost. Only, I looked down and saw my human self sleeping. Well, I saved the day, etc. etc. and then I woke up as myself again. What is it?"
"Your right," she said. "It was probably astral projection."
She slammed the locker shut, grateful for no other ghostly encounters. Tucker walked up to them, holding his organizer. He was muttering to himself, mostly about whether to ask Valerie out right now or after school. Both Sam and Danny rolled their eyes.
"Hey you guys," he greeted. "Do you think I should ask Valerie to—"
"After school," they both answered.
"I still don't think you should date one of my most annoying enemies," Danny muttered.
"I have to admit that's pretty bad," she added.
"But…you two are dating!" Tucker protested.
"We are not dating!" they both yelled at him.
"Really?" A smirk came to Tucker's face. "Who are you going with to the dance tomorrow night?"
They both became silent and a blush rose up to their faces. Tucker's smirk became a full blown grin. He loved being right. The only thing better than being right was getting a date to tomorrow night's dance. This time, he wouldn't be going with his two friends as friends or a third wheel, but he'd have a date of his own…finally.
"I gotta go," he said. "I'll catch up with you two lovebirds later."
Before they could voice a unison disagreement, he ran off. Danny grumbled angrily at how technology geeks should have small mouths. Sam could only let out a slight smile and began walking to science class, Danny tagging behind and still grumbling.
"We aren't dating because we haven't gone out on a date," she heard him say. "Tucker is such an idiot." He noticed that she was watching him and he blushed. "Um…sorry. I didn't…I mean—"
"You didn't mean for me to hear that," she finished for him.
"Unfortunately, yeah," he admitted. He blushed yet again. "Sorry about that."
"Did you mean it, though?" She felt the blush rising to her face as well. She figured her hair might as well catch on fire now. She would welcome some kind of attack as well.
"I guess so," he answered. "I…don't know."
She grabbed his hand lightly. He accepted and they were both silent on the way to class. Just like on the way to school, they let go of each other as they entered the doorway.
From that alone, it felt as if it were a promise of many things to come. Did this mean that things between Danny and her would become just more than "friends"? She had heard that relationships, when it came to dating, lasted the longest when with friends. Could this mean that she and Danny would have a relationship soon?
She sighed.
She was thinking too much again.
End Chapter
Author's Notes- No flames please! I'm sorry if this was anticlimactic, but I promise it'll get better, especially with the dance and all. I just wanted readers to know that Sam and Danny and Tucker are still teenagers, and ghosts are part of their everyday lives. She's just chalking up these encounters as nightmares, because nothing's happened yet. I promise, though, that something will happen…very soon! Keep reading my readers. Ciao.