However, when he heard footfall on the stairs, he quickly turned invisible and intangible, going through his bed and trying to fall back asleep. When his parents came in, he could hear a surprised gasp from his mom and a laugh from his dad.
"Looks like we get to test the Fenton Ghost Freezer," he said, starting to run down the stairs when Danny leapt in front of him, blocking the door.
"I'm awake. I'm up," he assured the two, yawning and grabbing some clothes for the day.
He walked into his bathroom, taking a quick shower. He glanced at the clock and saw he still had about twenty minutes left, meaning he could actually eat breakfast for once. He threw on some jeans, racing down the stairs while pulling on a shirt.
He grabbed some toast, buttering it before shoving the whole slice in his mouth. His sister sighed, saying, "Danny, you shouldn't inhale your food." The raven haired teen just shrugged, sprinting back upstairs and grabbing his things for school.
"Hey Jazz, you ready to leave?" he asked, and she smiled at him.
"Of course little bro. C'mon, let's get to my car," she said, grabbing the keys next to the door and exiting the house. A few reporters jumped up, pointing instruments at Danny's face and asking questions, but he merely turned intangible. They calmly walked to the pink car, stepping inside and starting the engine. It revved to life, and Jazz backed out of the driveway. Putting the clutch into first gear, she placed her foot on the accelerator and started for Casper High.
It wasn't as bad as Danny had thought. Most people stared at him like some caged animal, and he could feel theirs stares all day. Other than that, though, it was actually quite a normal day. Danny walked to his locker, grabbed his books, was shoved in it by Dash, phasing back out immediately and putting Dash inside, making a trip to the principal's office, then walking to Mr. Lancer's class.
Oh yeah, totally normal.
When the Box Ghost popped up in English, however, everyone cheered. They wanted to see Danny Fenton in action. But rather he took out the thermos, quickly stopping the annoying ghost without a fight. People groaned, only growing quiet when Mr. Lancer promised them all detention if it continued.
Lunch was probably the hardest time. Every table was filled with people, even the one that the trio and Valerie usually sat at. So they rather threw their food in the trash cans (it was barely edible anyways), walking outside to hang out until the bell rang.
Then they went to gym, where Danny no longer had to hold back. After all, people knew he had been working out now. So he easily outran Kwan, outplayed Dash in tackle football, and even did better on everything he tried than usual.
Yes, having his secret out had its perks.
Until Biography. His teacher, rather than being fearful or acting the way they usually did, looked at him with pure loathing. Obviously she had something over ghosts, because she asked Danny the most difficult questions, and would say he was wrong for the tiniest things.
And to think it was once his favorite subject.
For the rest of the day he was saddened, knowing his own teacher thought differently of him. He twirled his pencil in his hand as he walked, not really paying attention to where he was going…
Until a solid yellow and orange mass bumped into him. "Whoops, sorry," he started, only to stop when he saw Valerie. She looked a little shaken, but was casually cleaning up her books.
"I never would've hunted you," she whispered, just loud enough for Danny to hear. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I couldn't. I never told anyone. Jazz found out on her own, and Sam and Tucker were there when it happened. My parents never even knew. I just… I was scared that you wouldn't be your friend anymore," he replied, and Valerie shook her head.
"I don't know if I can trust you anymore Danny," she said, turning away. He became even more sorrowful than he had from his teacher, and barely caught her last words. "But that doesn't mean I can't be your friend."
As she rounded the hallway, he could practically feel the ground on his jaw. And it only went lower when Sam rounded the corner, apparently having changed after gym class into a new outfit.
"What? Too much?" she asked, wiping the black hair out of her eyes. Now that Danny was out in the public, she had no trouble showing her love for the boy. She wore a black, short dress with silver leggings, the material tucking into black boots. The famous insignia of Danny's was proudly written on her chest, shimmering with an inhuman silver light.
"No. So, I was wondering, want to go to the movies?" he asked, and she smiled.
"Sure, what movie is Tuck dragging us to?" she asked, but Danny's grin only widened.
"None, because I didn't invite him."
Both Danny and Dani Fenton were standing in the orphanage, looking proudly on. Many people had sent Danny thank-you gifts for protecting the town, but he realized he didn't need any of them. So he rather donated all of them to the orphanage where his new friends lived.
And they couldn't have been happier.
TVs, computers, video games, they were scattered throughout the building. The children all wore fresh, clean clothes, running around and having the times of their life. Sure, they still didn't have families, but Danny and Dani had promised to visit every weekend, and they considered each other sisters and brothers.
Even little Becky.
She had improved a lot, and would actually speak once in a while. Sure, her voice wasn't exactly the strongest voice, croaking from not being used, but she actually used it. The two Fentons glanced at each other, changing into their alter egos. Each picked up a child, Dani some boy and Danny his precious Becky along with another girl. They jumped up, taking to the sky and flying around the town.
Sam Manson watched from below, realizing in the course of a week, so much had happened. Tess and Theresa stood next to her, suitcases beside them, not yet ready to leave, but their plane coming in a few hours. The three smiled to themselves when Becky gave Danny a kiss on the cheek, the boy smiling down at her and kissing her hair.
Yes, it was almost as if they were father and daughter, each inspiring and radiating love the other.