Okay, I'm supposed to ask a question for R.V.(Reborn Vampire), now what was it...(RV, sitting next to me, smaks me on the head) Oh! I remember! Do you like how the story's going so far? If not, please tell me, and I'll tell him.
"Beware!" The box ghost screamed as he flew off.
"All I want to know is how he got into the dressing rooms!" Danny cried from within one of the white cubical-s. He had been putting on one of the many outfits that Sam and Jazz had pushed upon him when the box ghost had appeared from nowhere. Danny had shot off a ghost bolt at it in reaction. The ghost had screamed it's normal warning and had taken off through the ceiling.
"Whatever Danny, you're not getting out of getting a new outfit," Sam replied.
"I don't see what is wrong with my current outfit," Danny sighed as he emerged in a set of clothes that immediately got a thumbs down.
"Danny. You wear remarkably similar T-shirts and blue jeans every day." Jazz said as she turned down the next outfit.
"You and Sam do the same thing," Danny objected.
"I'm a Goth and Jazz, at least, varies her shirts." Sam said as she looked over the newest set of clothes. "Keep the black slacks. Toss the…is that a turtleneck?" Sam asked in disgust.
Jazz shrugged. "It was kind of a shot in the dark."
An hour and a few hundred dollars, not that Sam even felt the loss, later, Danny was loaded down with a whole new wardrobe when he heard the one human voice he could have done without.
"Hey Fenton-Io," Dash laughed. "Playing pack mule for your girlfriend and sister at the same time? Definitely a new low in geek-dom." With that comment, Dash walked off, leaving Danny to seethe.
"How often does that happen?" Jazz asked. She wasn't doing much better than Danny in the barely controlled anger department.
"Every day. Usually five to ten times." Sam supplied, distaste evident in her voice.
"I won't take it anymore." Danny said to himself quietly. "It's ridiculous that I've put up with it for this long, no more."
"I think that we have now past the "straw that broke the camel's back,"" Sam reported. "Danny, remember, no ghost powers."
"I remember. I can take him out in normal human mode." Danny informed the girls.
"I'm not surprised," Jazz nodded. Sam didn't either. "About seven months of constant ghost battles have given you quite the build."
Sam nodded. "I'm just surprised that you haven't taken him out yet."
"Monday. When he tries something, boom," Danny nodded to himself.
"Just don't kill him," Jazz sighed.
"So, see you after school," Jazz said as she planted a kiss on both Danny and Sam's foreheads.
"I could get used to that," Sam said and Danny nodded as they got out of the car.
"Hey Tuck!" Danny called when he saw his best friend.
Tucker came walking up slowly, obviously favoring one leg. "Hey Danny. So, anything interesting happen after I…" Tucker trailed off, getting a good look at his friend for the first time. "Apparently, yes."
"I should be asking the same thing," Danny said worriedly. "What happened with the limp?"
"Well, you know, when you're riding your scooter over to your aunt house with a few roasted hams in your backpack for lunch and suddenly a wild dog or something attacks you. So I toss the meats and get a little scratched up on one leg. No bites, so no chance of rabies." Tucker supplied casually. "So what's up with the new outfit?"
Danny looked down at his clothes. He didn't think they were that…okay, so they were completely different from his normal attire. His blue jeans were replaced with black slacks. The shirt had shifted to a button-down, plain white, long sleeve number. Over that, Sam had pulled him into a completely white trench-coat, with the exception of a Celtic cross elegantly emblazoned on the back. Complementing this was two white gloves, both bearing stylized gothic crosses. Which, he had to admit, was really comfortable. The topper, though, was a red tie that hung with a slight looseness from his neck.
"Shopping with Sam and Jazz," Danny replied. Tucker winced in sympathy.
"Anything "You-know-what" related happen while I wasn't there?" Tucker asked. Evidently, it had been a fairly interesting weekend from the story that Danny launched into.
"So, Walker's declared a truce. You're working for him. Jazz is cool with her new situation. Sam is a nature spirit. And you and Jazz are going to take up haunting, like a real "you-know-what." Did I miss anything?" Tucker asked in amazement.
"Well," Sam replied. She looked to Danny for support, but he just shrugged. They had talked it over with Jazz and the older girl had said that it was alright to tell Tucker of their new-found relationship.
"What if I were to tell you I was bisexual?" Sam asked Tucker.
Tucker, to his credit, didn't blink. "Not horribly surprising."
"What if I told you my sister is bisexual?" Danny asked.
Tucker looked slightly surprised this time. "You don't mean…" Sam had to give him credit for putting the pieces together so quickly.
Danny nodded discretely. "And…me too."
Tucker blinked. Then pinched himself. No dream. "Uh…Wow? Damn? Holy Shit?" Tucker exclaimed, not finding an appropriate exclamation for the situation.
"Try…Holy Freaking Flying Apocalyptic Damnation," Sam offered.
"What she said," Tucker replied, feeling better that there was a term to describe finding out that your two best friends were in a relationship with a third party, who happened to be one of the aforementioned friend's sisters.
"I was expecting you to freak a little more," Danny said honestly. "Maybe even not want to be friends any more."
Tucker shrugged. "Surprised? Yes. Freaked? A little. Angry or otherwise upset? Not really. After all, I do deal with some pretty impossible situations on a daily basis. Like the fact that Paulina looks like she's going to talk to you."
Danny's right eye twitched. Sam saw it and smirked. Paulina had no idea what situation she was walking into.
"Hi Danny!" The bitch squealed, like the pink pig she is, as she walked up to Danny.
"No." Danny said quite plainly.
"Huh?" Paulina asked. She wanted to go ahead and get further along in her plan to drive a stake into their friendships, but the look in Danny's eye… It was pulling at some very deep-rooted survival instincts.
"I said "No." No more games. No more plots. You're a stuck up bitch and I despise the fact that you even exist. So, leave now, or I will break your arm." Danny replied. Paulina's resolved quivered and faded. She mentally listed Danny on her very short list of people not to fuck with.
"Yo Fenton! Time for the first beating of the day!" Dash said with excitement in his voice.
Turning, the look in Danny's eyes rounded from a cold stare to one of the most demonic glares in history. Sam was so proud.
As Dash punched the area where Danny was, the halfa moved under the fist. Using nearly none of his own energy, Danny executed a perfect Judo toss and felt Dash's forearm break.
The remainder of the football players, with their pack stupidity, decided to stomp Fenton. Danny merely stepped to the side and tripped one after the other until all that was left was a pile of bodies.
Danny nodded and bent down to face Dash. "If you ever so much as look the wrong way towards me or my friends ever again, I promise to pay you back for every single humiliation you've sent my way over the last two years, by ten fold."