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"If love is the answer, could you please rephrase the question?"

-Lily Tomlin


Danny

Okay, I'm not a girl who basis anything on looks. I firmly believe that everyone has their own unique beauty, and not always physical. Actually, I despise girls like Paulina who wouldn't even think of talking to the boy with an acne problem even though he has a good sense of humor. Ditto for the girl who might be a little overweight, but can come up with some of the most kickass comebacks known to mankind.

But is there any girl out there who can honestly say that they wouldn't drool if a good-looking guy came into their room almost naked? Anyone? Not to say I was drooling…

Okay, maybe a little after my mind blanked for a second, but that's all, I swear!

"Hey, you okay?" Danny asked me, concerned, "You look a little red…" Gee, wonder why?

"Fine," I squeaked out in an octave that was high even for a girl. Clearing my throat I repeated in a much deeper voice, "Fine. Just a little head rush from the trip. Jetlag and all…"

"Don't like planes, huh?" Danny said sympathetically. We stood in silence for a few minutes before I realized he was waiting for my name. I winced, feeling like a total idiot.

"Uh, I'm Samuel." I said, moving to shake his hand, "Samuel Manson. Sam, please."

"Nice to meet you." Danny said, meeting my handshake with his own firm grasp. His hands felt oddly cold for someone who just got out of a hot shower. "You like art?" I blinked and saw him nod to the pieces I'd been thumbing through.

"Oh!" I said, "Yeah, I came here to get into animation,"

"Really?" Danny seemed very happy with this, "Cool! I'm taking more graphic arts myself. Well, in addition to all those stupid business classes," Danny added the last part so bitterly, I couldn't help but wince.

"Controlling father?" I guessed. I could sympathize…

"Worst," He assured me, "Anyways, is this your first year at CHS?"

"Yeah," I answered, "I went to a different private high before."

"Really?" Danny asked, cocking his head, "I've been in the Casper district for forever…" Then, Danny glanced at the clock and cursed loudly, dashing into the room I assumed was his.

"Uuh, Danny?" I frowned in concern as I heard drawers thrown opened and slammed shut in a hasted search for what I could only assume was clothing.

"Hang on, Sam, I got five minutes to meet Tuck in the Lunch hall before he orders for me!" I blinked. This was bad how exactly? "You wanna come with? Tucker's not into art, but something tells me you'll like him." I blinked again. Why did that name sound familiar to me…?

"Sure," I answered, figuring I'd find out if I tagged along. I had nothing better to do, after all, and I was starving.

"Great," Danny said, coming out of his room as he was pulling his shirt on (More blushing on my part here. With how easily distracted Danny seemed to get, something told me I was gonna be used to the sight of him shirtless before long.) "We'd better hurry, though. When it comes to food, Tucker is merciless."

…What the heck was that supposed to mean?

No time to wonder though, as Danny pushed me out the door, grabbing his keys and shutting it behind us. Doors in the dorms locked automatically and could only be opened with keys given to the room occupants, the Dorm Manager (A frumpy guy named Folupa, who was also the science teacher.) and the Headmaster, Lancer.

"No time for the elevator?" I asked as Danny headed towards the stairs.

"Too slow." Danny replied, "Besides, exercise is supposed to be good for you…"

"Speak for yourself…" I muttered. Thinking back to the show I was treated to in the room, I realized Danny must've gotten some kind of exercise regularly. Clearly he wasn't a football player, as his neck wasn't of tree trunk quality. Swimmer, maybe? "So what kind of guy is this Tucker, anyways?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you…" He replied, rolling his eyes.

"…Huh?"

I got no reply from my roomie on the way to the Lunch Hall, discounting a little chuckle and an impish smile. It turned out there was no need to rush, though. Danny and I had beaten the mysterious Tucker to the Lunch Hall, which was easily as long as the Manson Mansion.

The foods offered here were different from public schools, or even the less renowned private school I'd attended before this. Still, I noticed Danny took the simplest food on the menu (Pasta. The sauce had meat in it, though, so I passed and settled on a salad with Italian dressing.) and felt a little more comfortable after that for some reason.

"No caviar?" I teased him. Danny made a face.

"Pass on the fish eggs," He said dryly. Then he raised his eyebrow at my selection. "No food?"

"Vegetarian, thank you very much," I said simply as we sat. Danny seemed a little surprised.

"Really? That explains why you're so small… no offence."

"None taken," I dug into my salad. Danny began laughing to himself, shaking his head regretfully.

"You know, maybe I was wrong to think you and Tuck could get along well…" He drawled out, amused.

"Really?" I blinked. "Why?"

"Danny!" frowning, I turned to see who my roommate was now grinning at over my shoulder.

And froze, mortified beyond belief.

The boy himself seemed okay enough, a little shorter then Danny with dark mocha colored skin and green eyes hidden behind thick, round glasses. His clothes were a little rumpled, and looked like they may be second hand, or at least older then the fresh new uniforms Danny and I wore. I figured this meant he was a scholarship kid, which moved Danny even higher up in my respect. (Most rich kids don't hang out with 'poor trash,')

The thing that filled my stomach with the dreaded urge to hurl was his plate.

He had literally piled every meat entrée on the menu onto his platter. Steak, Chicken, Roast beef, you name it, it was there. Stacked at least three feet high. He would've had to have killed an entire farm and then some for that kind of meal.

"I see you're still alive and in one piece," The boy grinned, sitting down, "So to speak, anyways. Who's this?"

"It wasn't that hard to take care of, Tuck, just Technus. This is Samuel, my new roommate. Sam, this is Tucker, my best friend since elementary school."

"Pleasure, my dear amigo!" Tucker said, shaking my hand vigorously, "And if you ever have any problem with working the electronics in this joint, feel free to call on me. I'm willing to help no matter what! For a price, of course,"

"Of course," Danny snorted, amused.

"What? A guy's gotta eat, you know!" Tucker said defensively. Then he raised an eyebrow at me. "Speaking of which, where the heck is your food? You planning on feeding your pet rabbit or something?"

"He's a vegetarian." Danny spoke up for me. Tucker looked as horrified as I had upon seeing his plate.

"No meat?" He wailed, "Man, how do you live?"

"A lot healthier then you do, that's for sure," I responded, shuttering after one more glance at his plate. God, even Dad wasn't that bad…

"Hey, I need the energy," Tucker said defensively, "I was woken up at the most insane hour this morning to be drilled by my aunt. My cousin's friend ran away and now the entire upper-class society knows it. Or those closely connected with them, at any rate." My fork paused halfway to my mouth.

"Really?" Danny frowned, "Wow, when did she run off?"

"Last night, apparently."

"What's your cousin's name?" I asked.

"Tina Foley," Tucker responded, frowning in a puzzled sort of way, "Why?"

"Just curious." I answered quickly. I knew the name Tucker sounded familiar! So this was the cousin Tina complained about? Other then the meat thing, he didn't seem that weird to me…

"Anyways, between that and the fact that I spent all last night hanging from the bell tower, I didn't get any sleep."

…Okay, spoke too soon.

"Why did you spend all night in the bell tower?" I asked, frowning. "How did you get in the bell tower?" The bell tower, Matt had told me, was way off limits to students and staff, and locked at all times with loads of heavy duty security stuff. How the heck did Tucker get into a place like that?

"No reason," Danny and Tucker answered quickly in union. They shared a look, and I got the distinct impression I was being left out of some secret. Worse part was, though, I couldn't even complain since I was keeping secrets from them, too. And I highly doubted any of them were girls sneaking into an all-boys school.

"So, Sam, where you from?" Tucker asked, literally digging into his food. I shuttered.

"New York," I answered shortly. Danny seemed to read my mind, as he gave me another one of this playful grins and leaned close so Tucker wouldn't catch what he wanted to tell me.

"Yeah, it scares me, too, and I'm not even a vegetarian." He said knowingly. I bit my lip to keep from giggling at the look that passed his face as he glanced at his best friend.

"You gotta girl back in New York?" Tucker asked me, not looking up.

"No," I said, shortly. This wasn't a subject I wanted to get into…

"Join the club." Danny said in dry humor, "Tuck and I are single, too."

"Really?" Halleluiah! Not that I was interested or anything, but it would've been awkward if Danny's girlfriend ever paid a visit to the room and I was there. Plus guy might not be able to tell, but a fellow girl would notice things if she stayed around too long. Yeah, that's it…

"Yep." Tucker said sadly, "Well, technically Valerie is my sort-of girlfriend, But Danny doesn't even have that to fall back on. Course, he'd have girls swarming all over him if he just told them he was the heir to- OW!" I raised an eyebrow as Tucker nursed a knee, Danny scowling pointedly at him.

"It's nothing." He growled, "Right, Tuck?" He put enough emphasis on that to tell me it wasn't 'nothing.' And it was clearly something he didn't like talking about.

"Yeah…" Tucker said, shifting in his seat, "Nothing. Nothing at all… So, you like sports, Sam?"

"No," I answered instantly.

"Good," Tucker nodded his approval. "Naturally, you will be accompanying me and Danny to the next football game."

"I said I didn't like sports." I repeated a little slower, in case Tucker had missed it the first time.

"Neither do we," Tucker said, "Well, I'm don't, and neither of us like football. Still, Casper High football games means that all the hot Wendy Girls are gonna be there. And that Danny's sister is gonna fuss over him again, which is always fun to watch," Tucker snickered and Danny rolled his eyes.

"You've got a sister in Wendy?" I asked, amused.

"Yeah," He grumbled. "And she thinks I'm gonna spontaneously combust every time I'm out of her sight for more then ten minutes." I grinned at that.

"You got any siblings?" Tucker asked absently.

"Naw," I said, "Just some cousins."

"Lucky," tucker made a face, "I've got two older siblings, one younger one and about a gazillion cousins."

"Last I checked, Gazillion wasn't a number," I said, giving him a sly smile. I knew he wasn't far from the truth. I'd seen portraits of the Foley Family on Tina's walls, and knew that they were in fact a large, tight-knit family. Just like I knew it was Tina's family's turn to host Thanksgiving this year.

In a lot of ways, I was jealous of Tina's family. Sure, they weren't well-off financially (Tucker and Tina were the only ones going to private schools, both on scholarships,) But they were all incredibly close.

She'd even told me once that her entire family, as in aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents took time off work and came down to celebrate with her when she first got published when she was 13, despite the fact that it was just a poem in a book for students poets in Elementary through High School.

This had made me do a lot of thinking about my own family at the time, considering I felt lucky if they remembered to spell my name right when they sent me a postcard from their vacationing resort in Maui when my birthday rolled around. And that was my parents.

"So, what are you taking here, Tucker?" I asked, "Danny already said you aren't into art,"

"Computers," Tucker answered, "I already know how to build them-"

"-Blindfolded and with one hand tied behind his back in under fifteen minutes-" Danny added.

"-So now I'm basically working on designing new software and improving some of the old stuff,"

"Tuck's top of his Computer class," Danny said, wryly, "And he's taking business classes, too. He wants to make his own company when he gets out of college."

"Pays better then the superhero gig," Tucker grinned.

"What?" I raised an eyebrow at Tucker. What comic book was he living in?

"Nothing!" Danny said again. This time, the glare he shot at Tucker looked pretty angry, and Tucker flinched guiltily. "So anyways, Do you wanna meet Mr. Marchez, Sam?" it was a distraction tact, and a rather bad one at that, but I decided to let it slide.

"Who's Mr. Marchez?" I asked instead. Danny smirked and Tucker shuttered slightly.

"You're gonna be sorry you asked." the tech-geek promised me, looking severe. Danny laughed, but it sounded MUCH darker then before, sending chills of delight (Not like that, you pervs! Don't gimme that look, I am NOT that kinda girl! The fact that I'm not technically a girl right now aside.) down my spine.

This should be interesting…


I gaped.

That's all I could think to do in this current situation, truthfully. Because currently engulfing my cute, blue eyed roommate in a friendly bear hug was a person Danny told me was a teacher, but didn't look anything like the teachers I'd met, especially in private schools.

He was very tall for one, 7'2 if I had to wager a guess, and he wore what looked like dark green cotton house slippers. His dark brown hair with flecks of gray was tangled and messy, looking as if it hadn't been combed since he himself was in high school as a student, (maybe longer) and a rugged beard of the same colors adorned his face. He was skinny, almost skeletal, and he had a wide, white smile.

He wore beige jeans about ten sizes too big, buckled up with a brown belt. Oddest of all was the fact that he was wearing a battered, oversized black hoodie, despite the fact that it was uncomfortably warm for August. (I was hot myself, and I was wearing a more summery version of our uniforms, with shorter sleeves, lighter pants and no tie.) I had to bite back giggle, though, when I noticed said hoodie proclaimed 'You think I'm insane. I know you're a prick.'

"Dan, M'boy!" the teacher said, grinning down at said boy. He sort of reminded me of a severely underfed lumberjack, with his messy, rugged appearance. "Here I was starting to think you forgot this old man, Dan!"

"Forget you?" Danny said, laughing, "That's pretty much impossible for someone who's spent ten minutes with ya, teach!" Looking at the older man, I didn't doubt that for a second.

"Ah, but why be a forgettable people when we have potential to be remembered for all eternity?" Mr. Marchez asked with a raised eyebrow, "When people will know you forever in some way, shape or form; that, my boy, is when you've truly accomplished something great!" He emphasized this with an elaborate hand gesture, making Danny shake his head.

"Oh, Mr. Marchez? This is my new roomie, Sam Manson. He's gonna be in some of your classes this year. Sam, this is Mr. Marchez, the Art director. He teaches all the art classes." Mr. Marchez turned to me, and looked me straight in the eye. His smile disappeared, and he suddenly looked very intimidating, making me nervous.

"Oh?" He said after a lapse of silence, frowning. "He does, does he? How old are you?"

"Fifteen." I answered, "Sixteen as of December 18th,"

"What's your favorite color?" Eh?

"…Black, I guess…" Mr. Marchez snorted.

"Black ain't one color, kid, it's every color. Dunno why loner kids dress in black nowadays. It's ironic if ya think about it. Black can't exists on it's own, and can only be created if all the other colors, red, blue, yellow, green, yadda ya, all come together, all equal." I blinked. In a crazy, messed up way, that almost made sense… "Try again,"

"Well… I have always liked blue, too," I said, a little wary now.

"You smoke?" …What?

"No!" I bristled, a little offended. Did he honestly think I'd take up something so vile? Just because I looked like an outcast didn't make me a pothead!

"Mind if I smoke?"

"Yeah," I answered truthfully. Teacher or not, smoking was a disgusting habit.

"Which way d'ya mind?"

"What?"

"Do you want me to smoke or not?"

"I don't,"

"Good, I hate smoking. Bad for the lungs." …What the hell was WITH this guy? I shot Danny a look, to find him leaning against the wall, shaking with silent laugher. "You like dragons?"

"What?"

"Dragons. Do you like 'em or not?"

"I guess…"

"What kind?" Frowning for a moment, I tried to recall everything I knew about the winged fire breathing lizards.

"The ones in Europe, I guess," I said hesitantly, "The big green or red ones,"

"Draco occidentalis magnus," Mr. Marchez said, "One of the biggest dragons out there. Come in black and gold, too." Mr. Marchez's wide, friendly grin came back, and he clapped me on the shoulder so hard, my knees buckled. "Welcome aboard, kiddo!"

"That was only nine questions, Mr. Marchez," Danny said, amused.

"Hmph! Head in the game, my boy! It was ten questions, Ten! Kiddo here never answered number one, Whether or not he really wanted in,"

"I do," I said, though I was a little confused about just what the hell was going on.

"Course you do," Mr. Marchez snorted, looking at me like I was the crazy one, "That much was obvious point blank, Kiddo," I looked at Danny helplessly, but he just shrugged and shook his head. Apparently, even he hadn't known what that one was about.

"Any reason you played twenty one questions with me?" I asked, leaning against a wall. That smile he'd given seemed to give me permission to relax. It was strange, usually I didn't care what people told me, but Mr. Marchez had a way of getting you to follow orders you didn't even realize you were following, without saying a word.

"Ten questions," Mr. Marchez corrected, looking insulted.

"Mr. Marchez claims he can figure out everything important about a student just by asking them ten questions," Danny explained to me helpfully, "Doesn't use the same questions all the time, either,"

"So far Dan's the only kid I haven't been able to completely figure out," Mr. Marchez boasted, ruffling Danny's already messy hair.

"What about me?" I challenged.

"I've got you, alright," Mr. Marchez chuckled.

"Oh?" I frowned. There was no way he could've known who I was from ten random questions, no way

"You're a proud kid, doesn't like to be wrong and usually isn't. You're responsible, take care of yourself and pretty much everyone else you get your hands on. You like things bizarre and love the eccentric, and you've got loads of motivation. You seem pretty passive, but you're really a fighter at heart especially when no one else is gonna stand up for a cause you believe in. Don't give a damn about rules if they stand in the way of doing what's right, or what you truly want. Still, good kid at heart, and bound to be one hell of an artist."

I couldn't think of anything to say to respond to the chilling accuracy of Mr. Marchez's description of me. Hell, I couldn't think after that period. Apparently, the look on my face was something I'd really rather not show people in public, since Danny started laughing hysterically.

"What makes you so sure?" I asked, blushing. Mr. Marchez snorted.

"I may be over the hill, kid, but I ain't that old yet. Least not where it counts. I know people, and I especially know kids your age. Loads more people can do what I do, if they'd take their heads out of their own asses long enough to give a damn," I snorted back a laugh. Mr. Marchez was MUCH more crude then the refined teachers you usually saw in places like Casper. In spite of that, though, I really liked him. His attitude, his way of speaking, his clothes… it was all so refreshing.

"Usually you list off more, Mr. Marchez," Danny piped up, cocking his head slightly.

"Don't wanna overstep any boundaries," Mr. Marchez shrugged, "Well, gotta get ready for class tomorrow. You kids do, too, and don't tell me you already got everything, Dan, I know you too well." I wondered what that was supposed to mean, since Danny didn't seem like the severely irresponsible type to me.

"Actually, I do," Danny grinned, "My sister took care of it when I was busy," Mr. Marchez shook his head.

"One of these days, kid…" He said warningly. Danny just laughed.

"We'll see," He responded.

"Gulliver's Travels, Mr. Fenton!" Danny and I jumped and whirled around to face the voice that assaulted us from behind.

Standing there was an overweight balding man frowning severely at my new roommate.

He was pretty much the complete opposite of Mr. Marchez. Where Mr. Marchez was skinny, he was overweight, with a shiny baldhead in place of Mr. Marchez's hairy mess. And instead of the art teacher's comfortable (If puzzling) clothes, he wore nice black slacks and a white dress shirt with a black tie.

"This area is off limits, Mr. Fenton," The newcomer said seriously, "I was hoping you would at least last the first week without stomping all over the rules." Wait, what? Danny was a rule breaker? Who the heck saw that one coming?

"Loosen up, Earl," Mr. Marchez said, "I invited him here. Sam, too." The man (Who I assumed was a teacher,) turned his attention to me, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"Yes, I've read your records, Mr. Manson," He said, "I hope you know that the fact that you are excused from your physical education credit will not give you any reason to slack in your academic classes."

"Yes, sir," I said, resisting the urge to roll my eyes.

"C'mon, Sam, I'll show you where to get books," Danny said pulling me by the arm. I was about to protest (I'd already gotten my books that morning,) But Danny gave me a look that made me close my mouth.

"Kiddo!" Already that used to the nickname, I turned to face Mr. Marchez again. "You take care of him, alright? God knows someone needs ta give him a swift kick in the ass now and then,"

"Mr. Marchez!" the other teacher said in a clipped, insulted voice, "After fifteen years of teaching, I'd hope that you'd realize that is NOT the kind of language used at Casper!" While the other man continued to lecture him, Mr. Marchez shot Danny a grin over his shoulder, which Danny returned eagerly before we continued away.

"What an asshole!" I exclaimed as soon as we were a safe distance. Danny laughed.

"That was Mr. Lancer, the Headmaster," Danny explained, "He really plays everything by the rules,"

"So I gathered," I said dryly, giving him a pointed look. To my delight, Danny blushed.

"Ah, I've been late to class a few times," He explained sheepishly, "And a few other things…"

"Other things?" I repeated.

"Well, one time I was caught in the counseling office right after someone had vandalized it, and Lancer thought it was me," Danny said.

"Did you?"

"No!" Danny said hastily. Then he laughed nervously, "Hey, you know what? Maybe we should go see Spook!" I got the distinct feeling that there was more to this troublemaking thing that he wasn't telling me, but shrugged it off. Benefit of the doubt, right?

Besides, Danny seemed like a bad enough liar that I'd eventually figure it out for myself…

"Who's Spook? Another one of Casper High's infamous ghosts?" Danny looked startled.

"So, you've already heard about the ghosts thing?"

"Yeah." I roll my eyes. "Talk about superstitious nonsense…"

"Five bucks says you change your mind before the end of the day." Danny said dryly. I smirked.

"So little confidence in my will?" I teased, "Even Matt gave me longer then that!"

"Yeah well he didn't know you'd be my roommate…" Danny muttered dryly.

"Excuse me?" Did I just hear him wrong?

"Nothing," Yeah, I thought not. I frowned in concern When Danny gave a sharp gasp and shivered, though it was, as I mentioned before, pretty damn warm out.

"Danny? Are you okay?" I asked uncertainly.

"Actually, no," Danny said quickly, "I'll be right back," And, before I could protest, Danny rushed off into the boys bathroom, all but slamming the door behind him.

I cringed slightly, and took a step back, knowing that Danny would never know how effective such a tactic was for getting rid of me. Cover or not, I would NEVER venture into that room without really good incentive.

I didn't have time to dwell on this, though, as a mini earthquake shook the ground from behind me. Stiffening at the very angry growls coming from whatever had make the earthquake, I slowly turned to come face to face with (Ironically) a dragon.

It was so big it barely fit in the hallway. And yet the only thing more eerie then the fact that there was a big, pale blue dragon in my school was the fact that it was also glowing, and slightly translucent.

'Maybe this is a prank the Special effects club plays on new kids…' I thought hopefully.

"WANT BALL!" The dragon roared, shooting green jets of flame I only just managed to dodge. My arms went to cover my face protectively, and ended up pretty scorched. Nothing serious, but I'd definitely feel it the rest of the week.

A chill ran through me as I looked up from the injury and saw the burn marks of the wall behind where I'd been standing. The wall had been pretty much completely blown away, and I felt sick at the thought of what would've happened if I hadn't dived away like that.

'Okay, maybe not.' I grimaced as the dragon's head snaked around, it's eyes narrowing on me. I flattened myself against the wall the best I could, knowing there was no escape this time. Closing my eyes, I prepared for a painful, fiery death…

"Don't think so, Cranky!" A voice that had a strange, hollow echo call out, accompanied by a loud crashing noise. Taking a chance, I peeked.

Floating in front of me was a boy with silvery white hair and a black jumpsuit, his back turned to me.

'What the…?'

"No Ghost is killing students on my watch, pal!" my protector exclaimed, diving for the dragon. I was left dumbfounded, staring at the wall they'd both literally disappeared though.

What

The

HELL?


WoM- 'gasping for breath,' There! I made the deadline, and even made the chapter 14 pages long! Hope all my many, many reviewers are happy enough with this chapter to give me more kind reviews! Oh, and for reference the e-mail on my account isn't working, so anyone who wants to contact me has to use my other e-mail, Don't be afraid to drop me a line if you want, and tell me if you want me to e-mail you something!


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Next update- November 29th.

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