Candy- Well,when I wrote this chapter, I only had eight reviews…I guess that's really enough to start an new chapter.

Druggie 101: Boring, eh? Well, nobody making you read it, hunny… xP

Chapter 4:

Dash stood staring at Danny on the floor. He sputtered out his mind, spinning with confusion. But no matter how he tried to word it, it always came out as the same thing, "What the hell?"

Sam eyed him, standing up as she noticed Danny start to fluster. "Is that all you can say?" She said, thrusting out her arms.

"Yeah, dude. You said that about 100 times already and it's really annoying." Tucker laughed.

Danny stirred and then suddenly brought his body up off the ground. "What the—OHMIGOSH!"

He eyed his body standing in the corner with a perplexed face and his hands stuffed over his mouth. Danny pulled himself up off the floor and tilted his head. His body flinched.

"Danny?" Dash said, mad and afraid. His hands stayed at his lips.

"Dash!" Danny said, he laughed, "No way…Oh Gosh, Desiree!" He tossed his eyes at Dash's body, staring at his clothes; he was only just making it in his regular Pajamas. The seams were already ripping and tearing, and when the last seam tore on his tee shirt, he held his hand to hold it together.

"You're kidding me!" Dash threw his arms off his mouth and the blue mist escaped darting it's way towards the window. But neither of them noticed.

"What the hell are you doing in my body?" Dash said, pushing Danny's new chest.

Danny sputtered, "W-w-what the hell are you doing in my body, Dash. If you haven't noticed, we've both…" He trailed off.

Sam looked down at the carpeted floor, her face twisting into a little smile. "I least it wasn't somebody else..." She said, laughing at Danny's new body. "At least it's not…" She paused, hiding a laugh, "Oh wait…it is."

Tucker's face turned red and he chocked on a chuckle.

Danny's eyes stung…anybody but Dash would have been way better. If Dash found out he was Public Enemy #1. Danny shuddered.

"I'm not going to school like this." Dash said, his eyes rolling.

"You don't have to." Danny sputtered. "I'll go to school as you."

Dash stepped back. "You can't."

But Danny needed Dash to get out of the house. If Desiree was out, then he might know how to get them back to normal….

But Danny flung his knapsack over his shoulder and muttered, "I've got a test."

Dash's POV:

"Wait!" I screamed as Danny made his way out of the front door and started to the school on the sidewalk. He didn't turn around.

I reached a hand out to his shoulder and squeezed it and hard as I could, making him flinch a little. But it must have been the fact that he was inside my body, because he wiped around. Just the motion made me back off and I huddled lower to the floor.

Remembering it was only Fenton, I straightened, "You can't go to school as me," I called after him, eying the street he walked down, ignoring me with my huge shoulders hunched, "You're a loser!"

I walked the other way, not wanting myself to be seen with myself…well myself as Danny. It would already ruin my popularity if anybody saw me hanging out with this…this loser.

I neared the school, closing in on the door and heaved Danny's purple backpack up higher on my back, making me puff. I shut my eyes as I walked in, not wanting to view all the looks Danny must have gotten everyday of school. My friends, anyways, hung out right by the school front doors, in hope that they can escape. But the assistant principle stood watching. Our group was already noted on the school board to look after.

So was Danny, although, already banned from the fragile object the school owner. He'd dropped so many beakers it was uncanny. I flinched and stared at Danny's sweaty hands. No wonder he drops so much…

I picked up speed and headed towards Danny's locker, memorizing the number. I'd stuffed it in this thing so many times. I pulled out the books, staring at the schedule pasted on Danny's lockers inside. I grabbed the correct book for Danny's first period, sighing, only to feel a sharp hand on my shoulder.

It was Kwan.

His smile made me flinch again and I felt nervous. "Hey." I chocked, backing up.

"Hello, Fenton." Kwan said with his accent.

I smiled; Paulina nervously twitched in the background making me wonder…

Kwan and the others neared closer making the view dark with their large shadows.

And with one quick motion I was lifted up from the tile ground and dangling frantically with Danny's feet.

"Did you do Dash's homework?" Spit launched in my face.

I was scared of my own friends.

But I forgot I was Danny, "Screw You." I spat, squeezing Kwan's thick arm so I was tossed back on to the floor. He yelped and held his hand tight; surprised that "Fenton" would talk back, or say anything for that matter.

Then he let go, his eyes narrowing on my face. "Your gonna get it, Fenton. And your gonna be sorry." He neared closer.

This time I didn't have time to do or say anything. All I could see was the narrow and black spaces of Danny's small locker.

I banged my head on the metal, expecting it to hurt. But I found myself peering into another locker. I blinked and shook my head, tossing my body to the other wall of Danny's locker. "What?" I said, pushing myself forward. I leaned on the locker door and tumbled out.

I stared at my hands…NOTHING!

I blinked.

There they were again…and how the hell did I get out of that locker?

I was right, I thought has the bell for first period to start, Fenton is a freak.

Lunch.

I stared at my lunch tray in my hands, sighing to myself. Where'd Danny sit anyways?

Did he even have friends? Danny—Oh wait!

I glanced as my body walked by me, my head down, staring at the lunch tray in front of me. I was walking with that Goth..And the Techno Geek.

A shiver ran down my spine.

Even if at the moment, I was Fenton and Fenton…well, he was me; I could be hanging out with them…not them.

My feet carried me towards the three, stopping them with my way to small hands.

"What are you doing?" I said to Danny. Or was it Dash? I didn't know.

"Walking? Is it what, against the law?" He said, spinning around on his heels.

"In my body," I whispered, "It is."

Danny rolled his eyes. "What am I supposed to do?"

"Not hang out with them." Duh…

"Well, then, whom," Sam said, offended, "does he hang out with, Your Highness?"

I rolled my eyes and pointed to Paulina and the other at my table.

Danny shuddered, "N-n-no."

"Well, then I can do something really embarrassing to your body right now…" I said, watching Danny sigh, slugging my shoulders to the floor even more.

"Okay." He said, "Only if you sit with them." Danny said, pointing to Sam and Tucker who smiled with mischief.

I rolled my eyes. "No."

Danny just nodded, "Do you want me to go over there?"

I nodded, "JUST GO."

Danny's POV:

I made my way to Dash's table, nervously and took a seat next to Kwan.

He punched my arm and laughed as I rubbed it, I actually wasn't kidding. It hurt.

"Hey Dash!" Paulina waved from her seat across from me.

"Hey?" I said, frowning and smiling at the same time.

Then Kwan turned over, "Gosh! Look at him!" He said and I turned my head to my body, sitting at the table.

"What a loser." Paulina said, eyeing me.

My face reddened.

"Dash," Kwan said, punching me again, "Go tell him off."

"For what?" I said, "He isn't doing anything."

Kwan raised an eyebrow.

Paulina laughed, "So?"

"Go man!" Some football jock I didn't recognize helped me to my feet off the benches.

And I made my way over to my body. "Hey, punk?" I said, pushing my back so soft.

It seemed ironic. I really didn't want to ruin Dash's social life by a lot. But I wouldn't hurt myself. But then, I watched as Dash's…my own…hand disappeared and reappeared, when he figured it out…he'd blab everything about being a ghost. I mean dad already had a cage ready for Public Ghost Enemy Number one.

Dash spun around and he eyed the others in the background with a look a fear and excitement. When he got back in his own body, he'd be famous for beating up Fenton.

But the familiar green flash in my eyes made me a little frightened.
He stood up from the bench, Sam filched and gave me a look, "Don't go there, Danny."

Was she talking to me?

But I don't think at the moment, Dash was thinking. He just jumped down my throat and sent me to the grass.

I yanked on his hair and kicked my foot hard into his ribs, making him howl. He pushed me backward and I flinched, staring at him.

A huge crowd formed around us. "Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Dash swung a fist ant my head and hit me square in the eye. I shifted backward. "Hey!" I yelped, my own voice stared showing, but then quickly faded into Dash's again.

There was a yank at my hair and I found a couple blonde strays lying on the floor. I gasped and stumbled backward.

My hand went straight to the collar of his shirt. I didn't care, but I was going to make my self win.

Apparently, Dash wanted me to win to he shouted, "Ouch! Dash you're so strong!"

I flinched, "No, I'm not as strong as Danny!"

The crowed was confused and the chanting died down a little.

"Stop being so strong, you're hurting me!" Dash yelled in my face, smiling.

I backed away. "Danny! Your so cool!"

He backed away and scrambled to his feet. He stared at me from across the grass.

I did the same.

His eyes glowed green. And he seemed to notice. He blinked a little, but it didn't help.

There was a purple flicker in his left hand and he stared directly at it. Then he darted up looking at me. He got pissed, "What the hell is wrong with you?" He tossed his arms upward.

"No! Don't do that!" I said, rushing towards him.

But the two familiar rings appeared behind my back and I blinked.

I knew this would end badly. When ever I got mad…

Sam yelped and Dash noticed himself, "Who the hell are you Fenton?"

I jumped.

Candy- Dun dun dun. Review like last time and then I'll update soon.