Sam felt incredibly comfortable. She didn't want to move at all, but she could hear the alarm going off. Her head was so warm and she felt so nicely heavy. Now that she thought about it, the alarm sounded different. Her alarm had a distinctive shrilling sound. This was more of a penetrating beep. Who would change her alarm? This thought was enough to make Sam open her eyes. First, all she could see was skin. Fortunately, she was sleepy enough not to freak out. All she thought was What's up with this? She moved her head back and let her eyes trail upward. She could see a pair of blue eyes looking down at her.

This was enough to make her freak out. Sam yelped and rolled backwards, making herself fall off the edge of the bed. Danny reacted the same way, except he yelled a lot louder and made a much louder sound when he hit the ground.

Jazz walked in. "Danny? I thought I heard-" She stopped to look at the scene in front of her. Two shocked, but groggy teens lay on either side of the bed with one arm stretched over the bed, attaching them at the wrist. They each were blushing, bright red. Jazz had to suppress a fit of giggles, but she didn't succeed.

Sam rolled her eyes, trying to keep her cool. "Jazz, help us up, or so help me, I'll take a permanent marker to each and every one of your headbands."

Jazz narrowed her eyes. "You wouldn't."

"I won't if you help me up."

Jazz groaned and pulled Sam up, consequently pulling Danny up along with her. They refused to meet each other's eyes, looking at the ground and blushing beyond belief.

Jazz grinned. "So, how was it waking up to each other's faces?"

Danny glared at her. "Shut up, Jazz. Can you get mom up here?"

Jazz smiled. "Do you to need supervision to make sure you don't do anything naughty while changing?"

Sam glared at her. "You are sick Jazz."

"That doesn't mean it's not true." Jazz ran out of the room before the two ganged up on her.

oOºOoOºOoOºOoOºOoOºOoOºOoOºOo

Tucker shook his head again. "I just can't believe how funny this is going to be."

"Shut up, Tuck." Sam ignored the looks of passersby. She had had wolf whistles, smart remarks and jokes made about her outfit from the moment she left the Fenton household. Danny had nearly punched the guy who pinched her. Fortunately, Tucker and Sam had been able to restrain him.

"Miss Manson."

Sam rolled her eyes and made a face before turning around to face Mr. Lancer. "Yes, Mr. Lancer." She said in a near growl. She crossed her arms out of habit, but stopped when she realized what an awkward position that would put Danny in.

"Miss Manson, I may be the first to inform you of this, but I'm afraid halter tops are against school dress code."

Sam snapped. "Mr. Lancer, I'm afraid that halter tops and tube tops are the only types of clothing I can physically put on right now. You see this," Sam brandished the hand that connected her to Danny at the wrist. "This will be gone in one week. For one, wee I will be breaking the dress code every single day. As much as I would like to change that fact, I can't. So, I beg of you, Mr. Lancer. Please overlook this infraction until more normal circumstances resume."

Mr. Lancer looked blown away. "Alright, Miss Manson. You lovebirds get off to class. Being attached at the wrist is no excuse for being late."

"We're NOT LOVEBIRDS!" They called after their retreating teacher.

Sighing, they both headed off to their first period class. Only to be yanked back towards each other. Sam groaned. "I have English first and you have Math. Which one do we go to?"

"English, I'm better in English." Danny said wearily. Today was to be one bad shock after another.

Sam nodded and followed him. They trudged side by side when Danny suddenly gasped. Blue mist appeared in front of his mouth. Sam's eyes widened. "Danny." She hissed. "How are you going to fight ghosts with me?"