Sleepover
Chapter 8- "It's TUCKER!"
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"Okay, Sam was it?" Ember asked, pacing in front of her in the park.
Sam nodded. "Yeah."
"The main reason you wanted my help was for the cloths right?" Ember asked pulling out a tape measure.
"Basically… yeah." Sam shrugged.
"Okay, the plaid skirt has got to go. And your shirt, it's to plain. If you want to get past the first round you need to stick out." Ember said, and then turned to Tucker. "Hey, geeky guy. Write all of this down."
Tucker sighed and pulled out his PDA, hitting record. "How about I just record it instead? Repeat everything you just said."
Ember sighed. Technology, it corrupts people almost as much as her music. "Skirt stinks, and shirt is dumb."
"Hey!" Sam said.
Ember ignored her. "Do you do ANYTHING with your hair?" she asked, pointedly. "We're gonna need to style it up, maybe add a few highlights. Now what type of statement do you want to make with your outfit?"
"Conformity stinks and be an individual." Sam said, smiling.
Danny leaned against a tree, crossing his arms and watching them all intently. He didn't trust Ember, and with the push of a button on a remote he had in his pocket he could drain her powers, or shock her, or open a portal to the Ghost Zone and suck her back in. It was also a tracker. All the features took his parents 2 months to finish; luckily, they didn't ask why he suggested they make it.
"Nice… nice…" Ember said slowly, crossing her arms and nodding. "I'm thinking we go heavy Goth Angel with this. I'm talking fake wings and ripped material."
Sam blinked. "Before you make it I want to see the design. Remember we agreed that I have to approve everything you try to dress me up in."
"You'll like it." Ember assured her, and then turned to Danny. "Hey Dipstick, I'm going to make a list of material and give it to you. See that you get more than enough I need and you," she turned to Tucker. "Shut off all the Ghost defenses at his house so I can get in and measure her up at the house without getting attacked by that tub of large he calls a dad or whatever."
Danny stood up. "How about saying please?" he asked.
Ember glared at him. "You want Sam to win this contest? Then do everything I tell you and we won't have a problem."
Danny glared at her. "No, you be a little nicer and less commanding and we won't have a problem. By the way, his name-" he gabbed a finger in the direction of Tucker. "Is Tucker, and my name is Danny not Dipstick!"
"And I'm supposed to care…how?" Ember said, and then turned to Tucker. "Make note, we're going to need black fish nets and black polyester. I want it as dark as you can find it, midnight black even. She needs to disappear when the lights go out, got it?"
Tucker nodded. "All recorded. How about Danny and I switch tasks? It might seem a little weird if Danny's parents see me shutting down their defenses."
"Whatever, as long as it gets done." Ember said, and then paused. "On second thought. Danny," she said turning to Danny. He looked up, mildly surprised that she called him by his name. "Ben and Sam are going to go with me to the mall. I want to pick to the material myself. When we get back those defensives better be down."
Danny glared at her, not ready to leave his best friends with an evil ghost. "My name is Tucker! Come on, Ben doesn't even sound like my name!" Tucker groaned.
Ember ignored him and kept staring at Danny. "What are you waiting for? Go. I'm not going to eat them or anything!"
Sam smiled up at him. "Let me talk to him for a second." she said, walking over to him and grabbing his arm. She pulled him up a hill. "Danny, she's not going to harm us." Sam said firmly. "She wants me to win the contest."
"I know, but I still don't trust her." Danny sighed.
"That's understandable, but just let it go for a while, okay?" she asked, turning him around and rubbing his shoulders. Danny sighed and relaxed a bit under her hand's pressure. "See? You're all tense! It's not healthy."
"I know…" he sighed.
She stopped rubbing his shoulders and fought back an urge to hug him from behind; she just couldn't go through with it. "We'll be fine. I promise." Sam said. "While this contest is going, she's an allay."
Danny didn't say anything for a while. "Okay… but take the remote just in case. If she even thinks of grabbing her guitar or doing something to you hit the blue button."
"I know I know." Sam said, letting go of him.
He turned around to face her. "Just, watch out for her, okay?"
Sam smiled. "I will."
Danny reached in his pocket and pulled out a remote, handing it to her. "Here." he told her.
"Thanks." Sam turned around, gave him a smile and walked back to Ember and Tucker.
In Danny's mind, she turned back around and ran back to him, kissing him on the lips. "Sorry!" Daydream Sam said. "I wanted seconds!" she blushed and began to turn away when Day Dream Danny grabbed her arm and pulled her back to him.
"Wait!" Daydream Danny said. "How about thirds? I'm still hungry."
Daydream Sam gave him a big smile and wrapped her arms around his neck.
In reality, he had a dumb grin on his face. "Danny?" The real Sam asked, waving a hand in front of his face.
He snapped out of it right before his dumb grin turned into a kiss to the air. "Huh?" he asked. "Come back for seconds?" He bit his tongue. 'Aah! I did NOT just say that!'
Sam blinked. "Seconds…?" she asked. "Umm… how about I came back to tell you, you can leave now." she smiled. "What was that dopey grin about?" she half laughed.
Danny flushed and turned ghost. "Uhh nothing!" he sad quickly, then sped off into the air.
"First stop, Hot Topic." Ember announced, looking a piece of paper she had written various things on she didn't want recorded. She turned to Sam. "You've got money on you, right?"
Sam nodded, pulling out a credit card. "Permission from the parents to use their card!" she grinned.
Ember nodded and leaded them into Hot Topic. Right when she entered the cashier gasped. "Ember McLane!" she said.
Ember ignored her and started looking at necklaces and earrings. "Sam." she said. "What do you think of this here?" she asked, pointing to a black chocker necklace with a red rose printed on it.
"I don't think I want to wear a flower on my neck…" Sam said. "It'd be good without it though."
"Not the necklace! The rose! We need something that's a symbol for you. So whenever people see your symbol they think of you. Mine's fire, obviously." Ember pointed out. "This way when the judges leave after the first round and they see a rose in someone's garden they'll think of you."
Sam made a small 'O' with her mouth. "Maybe something not so girly."
"Well it has to be common. Think of your symbol while I check out the shoes." Ember said, walking over to a stand that had shoes on it.
Sam looked around the necklaces and charms more, trying to get an idea for a symbol. Maybe a single white snow flake? It would stand out in her black outfits. But then again snow isn't exactly common when it's not falling. Maybe instead of a red rose she could have a black one, she could have one tucked in her hair or pined to her outfit all the time. "Ember, what about a black rose? I could have it on me all the time."
"Sounds good." Ember said. "Okay, so I'm not seeing any good shoes that make a huge statement here. Grab some black netting and let's go."
Sam nodded and did so, when they came out of the store Tucker greeted them from outside. "I don't get why you don't like coming in there." Sam said to him. "That place rocks!"
"The loud music gives me a headache." he shrugged.
"Erick, make a note to consider purple wings for her evening dress." Ember told him.
"It's Tucker! Tucker! Not Erick or Ben!" he sighed, but made a note anyways. "Maybe I should make a note about my name for you…" he mumbled.
"Whatever," Ember shook her head. "Okay, now where do you buy cloth in here?" she asked Sam.
"Well, I guess we have to go to WalMart to get some because I don't know of any stores here that sell cloth." Sam shrugged.
"Great…" Ember sighed. "Well then, next on the list is your outfit for the first round. We don't want to blow the judges away just yet, but make an impression that will linger. Having a huge blast-out outfit at the beginning with say that you try to hard to be noticed-" she was cut off by a shriek of laughter.
"Oh look everybody! It's the ugly duckling!" Paulina laughed as she pointed to Sam. Her Lackeys were being dragged down with Hollister bags.
Sam glared at her. "Look! The internet porn's biggest star!" Sam said sarcastically.
Paulina glared back and opened her mouth to say something when she noticed Ember. "Ember McLane? What are you doing with this looser?"
Ember took a step foreword. "I don't have time to talk to prissy, ugly, bowtox injected pricks like you." Paulina's eyes widened as she heard this.
"Yeah, don't you have an appointment at the doctors' office to fix that mistake he made on your nose?" Sam asked.
"What are you talking about? I don't have my nose done!" Paulina glared.
"Really?" Sam asked, her eyes widened. "I thought that since, you know, your nose is all funky looking it was a surgery mistake."
Paulina gasped and pulled out a hand mirror from her purse, looking at her nose. "What?" she asked, worriedly.
"Sam!" Ember barked. "Come on, I want to buy that material before the store closes, we don't have time to insult these idiots."
"Fine." Sam said.
"Nathan, make a note on lipstick color, I want a new shade of purple for her." Ember told him.
"It's TUCKER!" Tucker almost shouted, as he followed them out of the mall.
Paulina glared at Sam as she walked out. "No one insults me like that!" Paulina snarled. "And how did she get Ember McLane on her team?" she growled and turned to a girl with short blonde hair with red highlights. "I want you to figure out everything you can on that looser. It's going to be payback time at school."