Candy- Well, I had to update, even though the other story isn't finished yet…Although, what is going to end…sadness But it was really bugging me that I couldn't get this one finished and so I guess I sort of had to…looks at chains around her hands I'm chained to it… --;;

Feel bad for me, eh?

Well, you can make it up to me by reviewing…

Chapter 2:

She straightened out her hair and sighed, staring at the large football jock across from her. Dash Baxter was a lost kid, just screaming for attention. And noting he was going to say or—ask…was going to stall her.

At the age of fifteen, Jazz Fenton seemed twelve years older.

She pointed a perfectly manicured fingernail at the language book below her. "You see this?" She said, watching him nod, "You, need to do this problem." He stared at her, sighing.

Ever since she started helping Dash with schoolwork, he'd never paid any attention. Jazz wondered if he fell completely in love with anybody that was of the female sex or if she was the lucky one. She laughed at her own sarcasm in her mind and opened her eyes to see Dash staring back, his eyes locked on her face. "Now!" She said, sighing a little, it wasn't her fault that some students were unreachable.

Although, her face seemed to watch Dash pick up his pencil and slowly, still staring at her, begin to work out the problem, she watched the door with every inch of the bolts connecting it to the door. Where is Danny? She thought, eying the door up and down. Good thing Mom and Dad aren't home or he'd be in so much trouble.

She suddenly remembered every detail about her brother. And his figure disappeared in her mind, quickly reminding her of every single detail. She smiled to herself about being so clever. But Dash's sigh, brought her back to reality.

"I don't get this?" He said, tossing the pencil back down on the table. "But I get the connection we have together."

"Oh Gosh, pick-up lines, eh?" Jazz rolled her eyes, tossing back her red hair, "Isn't that like so freshman? Oh, wait, never mind, should of realized: you are only a freshman." She smiled, smirking with the power of being elder.

Dash sighed, "If I don't get an A on my next test, my parents say you're fired…" Jazz's eyes snapped shut, she was falling into some trap. On instinct, her perfectly manicured hands flew to her pocket, feeling the twenty bucks she was paid for this. It kept her able to buy whatever she wanted, and she wasn't about to loose that privilege.

"Do you know this?" Jazz said, pointing to the lesson in the textbook.

"Maybe." Dash rolled his eyes to the left, he was proud of quick thinking; he smirked. "You don't want to loose all that money, eh?"

Yes.

"Well, if you don't want me to fail…if you don't want to be fired, that is, then you should come with me to the Grand Opening of this new French restraunt in town." He thrust a fancy pink flier into her chest.

Jazz rolled her eyes, "No way!"

"I don't get this." Dash smiled, he wasn't exactly the best actor.

Jazz sighed. She never knew what it was like to sink into somebody's trap. Like sinking sand in your mind. She saw herself sinking altogether, sinking…sinking…

Usually, clever Jazz would have thought of some type of plan. Something to get her out of this, a pun line to keep him guessing. But her mind drew a blank as she suddenly worried about Danny again. Her eyes darted out the window to see if she could see any ghosts, she scolded herself for worrying so much, and turned to the jock, who, very obnoxiously, was proudly smiling and stretching his face closer to hers. Slowly.

"Fine." She said, staring at the door. "Now, leave."

Dash smiled, ruffling up his short blonde hair for the fifth time in the lesson that day. "I'll pick you up at eight tomorrow, Jazz."

He made his way smoothly, or at least trying to be, to the doorway.

"Hey." Jazz said, rolling her eyes.

"Yes, Jazz." Dash spun around, almost bowing.

"You owe me extra." She held out her other manicured hand in front of his chest.

Dash smiled. "Of course."

He thrust her five bucks extra and closed the door behind him.

Jazz's POV:

Well, my life is ruined.

I have a date with the cheesiest guy in the whole school.

The other girls in 9th grade would believe me to be lucky. Lucky, eh? Oh, yes my life is so perfect now.

I flopped myself down on the sofa, rubbing nervously at my forehead over and over. Something about Danny not being home scared me, though I probably knew it had something to do with ghosts. Mom and Dad would be so proud…

But they only know the half of it.

The door swung open and my little brother, Danny, stood at the opening with his purple backpack slumped over his shoulder.

"Hey." I said, stepping forward off the sofa. I noticed his black eye and a hole in his tee shirt. I bit my lip; I was biting the urge to ask him what happened.

"I'll be upstairs." He rolled his eyes.

I waved, "Okay, have fun!" It was the best thing I could think of to say.

He stared into my eyes, "I will?" And then he stepped up the stair, not even bothering to ask.

I tried to think quickly. I was bored and needed somebody to talk to. "Hey, I've got a funny story-"

But he shut the door to his room and left me standing, staring at the top of the stairs, "Okay, tell you later." I muttered to myself, sighing at the ground.

It is now, two hours past since Danny has come home. Mom and Dad aren't home still and I've sat on the couch, staring at a blank TV screen.

The door at the top of the stairs opens, and Danny's head peaks out. "I'm making dinner for myself." He says, nervously.

"I'll make it!" Woo! Something to do!

He stared at me, slyly. I guess he was a little bit bored also. He stepped down the stairs and sat at the couch, his hand slid to the remote and flicked the TV on.

I sighed, "Want…me….to…make…it?" I asked, bending down to the level height he was while he was sitting.

He nodded, and covered his black eye wincing. He stared at something on the couch, and wiped his hand behind his back to quickly for me to know what it was.

He smiled nervously. "Go on." He said, though gritted teeth, still smiling.

"Okay, I guess I'm just heating up soup." I said, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, yumm…go on make it." He nodded to the kitchen talking so quickly I knew he was hiding something from me; he wanted me out.

I obliged and entered the kitchen nervously, pulling open the cabinets. Mom's apron was hanging sloppily on the stove handle. I picked it up in my hands and rapped it tightly around my waist as I walked over to the drawers and pulled out a spoon.

I turned to stove knob. Flames flickered and the soup stared slowly heating up.

If I had 'normal' parents, we would have a 'normal', fast working stove. But Dad made this one ghost proof. Who in the right mind needs a ghost proof stove? Do ghosts use stoves? Danny does, sometimes, but he's only half ghost. Only half ghosts use stoves?

The phone rang and, with my freehand, I answered it quickly. "Hello."

"Hey, beautiful."

Dash.

"Stop." I said, stirring the soup briskly.

"I just wanted to make sure you were coming." He asked, innocently. So much I felt sorry for him, a little.

"I'm there." I said, rolling my eyes and trying my best to make my voice sarcastic.

He got excited. "Great. See ya. Oh wait!"

"Yes?" I raised an eyebrow that he couldn't see.

"I left my backpack over at your house." He said, I could tell he was biting his lip.

"Okay."

"I'm going to come pick it up." He said.

I poke my head out of the kitchens and notice his knapsack leaning on the sofa in the middle of the living room. "Okay."

"See ya." He said, about to hang up.

"Bye." I said, turning off the stove. I hang up as he is about to talk more.

"Danny, soups ready." I said, as I took the pot off the stove and walked out the door.

I peaked my head out the doorway, "Danny?"

He wasn't there.

I'm going to kill him.

Danny's POV:

I ran down the steps leading to my house, covering my mouth. I t was one hundred degrees here and people would be a little scared if they saw some guy seeing his breath.

My eyes darted around as I fished out my cell phone from my pocket. I dialed Sam's number first with out as an always.

"Hello?" Her voice is soft and reassuring.

"Hi, Sam?" I said, coking my head up to the sky as a big ghost quickly made it's way through the air. There were some screams from the passersby that saw it. "It's Danny."

"Hi." She said, her voice softer with every breath.

"Can you call Tucker and have both of you meet me around by the theater in five minutes?" I say, running to the theater.

There is a corner around the theater. Most of the gangs hang out there when it gets dark, but there's nobody there, not now.

"Yeah. Five minutes." She said.

"Good." I smile, about to end the call.

"Danny?" She said.

"Yeah." I ask.

"You Okay?" She says, I can hear her moving across her bed; the squishing of the fabric is loud.

"I'm fine." I say, panting from the running. "Hurry."

I click off.

Tucker and Sam meet me around the corner from the theater not a minute late. I'm already ready fro the ghost and floating inches off the ground.

Sam stares at me, waving the thermos around, "I knew we should have snuck into your house for this. You're bound to forget something." I blushed.

She tossed it up in the air to me and I catch it smiling at her.

There is a shadow in front of me, and I back up against the building wall.

The ghost in front of us gets a lot of Tucker's attention. She was slender and her long dark hair flowed behind her.

Sam rolled her eyes, staring at her outfit. "A little revealing, eh?" She nodded at her tube top and short skirt, laughing with pity for the ghost herself. Sam shifted in her place, not trying to even hide her laughing from the ghost herself.

But Sam's eyes thrust up the ghost's body to two golden rings on her ringers. It wasn't like Sam to marvel over jewelry. It wasn't like Sam to marvel over anything. But her lit up and she smiled a bit.

The ghost held out her hands, showing the rings to us anyways. Tucker and Sam, stepped back; the diamonds were so big.

But the ghost didn't have time to say anything. I pointed the thermos at her face and it pulled her in, easy as that. Right?

The thermos made a popping noise.

I changed back, landing with a quiet thud on my feet.

The something bright and gold shot out of the thermos and hit me square in the forehead. I jumped.

"What was that?" I asked myself, rubbing my head fast.

"Those rings!" Sam said, bending down to the cement. She was smiling bug, holding the rings up to her face. They lit it up.

Tucker and I slowly moved closer to her.

"Here, Danny." She thrust them in my hands.

I steeped back. "I don't want them." I said, lying. It was her face that made me say it, I felt like she needed them.

"Really?" She said, moving backwards.

"Yeah, you have it." I said, putting one in her hands.

She blushed and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Thank you, Danny! I love it!" She fingered the bright rings on her fingers and marveled closely at them.

Sam and Tucker walked me home later.

"That was easy." Tucker said, his eyes closed.

"Almost too easy, don't you think that's a little…fishy?" Sam said, snapping her wrist quickly.

"I think it's okay, Sam." I said, suddenly remembering the trouble Jazz would put me in. I shut my eyes, rubbing my forehead.

"You worry too much." Tucker said, still walking with his eyes closed.

I laugh, but only because I felt insecure.

"Oh Gosh! I've had it!" Sam stops in her tracks. "Take your damn rings!" She said, thrusting them at my chest.

She turned on her heels and sped off the in other direction. I wanted to pull her back, I didn't know why she suddenly had enough with me, but I felt it was my fault.

Tucker's face told me he was confused. "I'm gonna go home."

"Good idea." I said, staring back at Sam's figure getting smaller.

He turned and left me alone, staring at the two rings lying on the floor.

I picked them both up and lay them in my palm.

I slipped one of the rings slowly on my finger and stared at it. It looked better on Sam. I suddenly felt sorry even more for her.

I held the other ring in my hand, swearing I would give it back to her tomorrow and apologize sincerely.

I smiled to myself and sighed, walking back up the stairs to my house.

I swung open the door.

Dash Baxter was leaning against the wall, staring at a confused Jazz, who was playing with her hair. She seemed glad that I was home. Nervously she replied, "Oh Danny. Hi!"

I stepped back. I thought this nightmare was only in school and when I came in I was reliving break all over, "I'm not bothering you, am I Dash? No? Good." I pointed up the stairs. "I'm going to my room."

Jazz noticed one golden ring on his finger.

Jazz' s POV:

The door to Danny's room shut quickly, making Dash jump.

He leaned in to kiss me…

But I stopped him. Laying my hand in his chest, "See you tomorrow, Dash, honey."

He winked, backing away to the door, "You too."

Then, he stopped eyeing something shinning n the floor. It was a golden ring, almost the exact same that Danny was wearing.

His face lit up. "This is mine." He said, picking it up.

And he slipped the golden ring on his finger and made his way out of the door.

Candy- I think you should note that the ring has something to do with them switching bodies. Danny dropped the other one.

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