A/N: New nicknames for Danny, Sam and Tucker – Haircut Boy, Veggie Girl and Techno Geek. D Yes, the Box Ghost stars in this one! Not much else – enjoy.

Disclaimer that I always forget: If you haven't got the point that I don't own Danny Phantom… you really need some fresh air.

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Why was everyone always asking me everything, can't a girl sit outside a Nasty Burger without everyone talking to her, pitying her? Gah! ……

I had to be pretty careful about Haircut Boy, Veggie Girl and Techno Geek. I thought they'd come quite close to knowing my powers – and somehow, I didn't want them to know. Maybe it was meant to stay a secret.

Oh, goodie, I thought. There they are now. As they walked out, I looked into the eyes of Haircut Boy. I could have sworn that they flashed green for a second – and then I knew.

They knew about me. Gah! I did manage to pick up something.. else, though.

"Oi! Haircut Boy!" I called. He turned, but as soon as he looked at me, he quickly averted his eyes.

"It's Danny – and, what?"

"What, afraid to look into my eyes – ghost boy?" I said, eyes narrowing. They knew anyway – might as well see the looks on their faces. They gasped.

"What did you just say?" said Veggie Girl, her eyes widening.

"You heard me. I know your little secret. I know that you're Veggie Girl, and you're Techno Geek, and you're Da- Ghost Boy." She coughed.

"Ssh!" Danny glanced around nervously. "Look, Leah? Could you try to keep this quiet?" I was weakening. Maybe… maybe these… people… weren't so bad after all. Well, just Danny, anyway. He was like me.

"I'll keep this quiet if you keep my secret quiet," I decided.

"Sure," Danny looked relieved.

"Yeah, whatever." I picked up a magazine that was next to me, and started flicking through the pages. I wasn't really reading; just trying to do… something, anything.

"Oh, and they're not Veggie Girl and Techno Geek. This is Sam, and that's Tucker," Danny said defensively.

"Mm-hmm. Whatever," I said, pretending to be absorbed in my magazine. I gasped, as a cloud of orange mist escaped my mouth, at the same time as Danny (except his was blue). Danny quickly glanced around, then when nobody else was watching, shouted, "I'm going ghost!"… but nothing happened.

"Oh, great…" he muttered. "Now I can't protect the town from whatever ghost is here…"

"I AM THE BOX GHOST!"

"Or not." I cocked an eyebrow.

"You… know… this… Box Ghost?"

"BEWARE!"

"More than I'd like to," Danny replied. He pulled a thermosy thingy out of his bag and brandished it at the ghost.

"A thermos?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "What… you're gonna scald him with hot

soup?"

"Just watch," he replied. He opened the cap and pointed it at the ghost, then pressed a button on the side of it. A vortex of bright blue light enveloped the ghost and sucked it into the thermos, as he closed the lid triumphantly.

"Cool, but… what… the?"

"Fenton thermos," he explained. "Handy for small matters such as the Box Ghost, if I'm not in ghost form. Otherwise, it's pretty hard to get 'em in there."

"Riiight. Okay, then…"

"Welcome to the weird world of Danny Fenton." He held out his hand.

"Leah Shayde," I replied, shaking it. The other two held out their hands too.

"Sam Manson."

"Tucker Foley." I really only wanted to know Danny's name, cos he was more like me… but if I didn't shake their hands, then it would seem… like… ew.

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A/N: Heehee, funfun. Yeah, Leah likes Danny cos he's not really normal, like her. She gets much more docile in the next chapter. Har har, I love the ending of this chapter. Enjoy waiting for the next one!