WoM- I just put up Chapter 2 and I'm already busting my butt on Chapter 3 here. You guys better appreciate this! All of Both Gender Confusions is now on my DA account, which I have a link to on my profile now. You can expect me to start adding artwork there soon, too, for all my stories. Any scene in particular you guys want visuals for?
Danny: (About overshadowing a girl so Tucker can get a date) Forget it. You can get your own date for the dance, like I did.
Sam: Does he have to take off his pants and act like a dweeb, or will either one do?
No Rest
The ghost growled irritably before its head snaked forward, snapping at the place I'd just been. I flew off, going intangible as I led the angry beast away.
'Wonder what the problem was this time?' I thought dryly as I dodged the ghost's ecto-flames.
"Want BAAAAAAAALL!"
"Same ol, Same ol…" I sighed. Catching sight of some stray students below us, I shot some ecto-goo at the dragon before she did the same, gluing her mouth shut and stopping the potential danger of her fiery breath for a moment. It wouldn't last long, but it would buy enough time for the students to take cover.
Now if only they would stop gaping and get moving!
"Get out of here, now!" I yelled to them, "RUN!" That seemed to snap them out of their shock and sent them flying as if the hounds of hell were at their heels. Just in time, too. Dragon ghost just managed to work her jaw free.
"RRRRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRR!" She bellowed, hitting me hard in the chest with a sweep of her claws while I was off-guard. My arms took most of the blow, though I was still sent flying backwards, cringing as the dragon's claws broke skin. I yelled in pain when I hit a wall, bits of plaster and brick falling away from the force of impact.
"Great," I grumbled. "Now I've made her even angrier! Can't I ever get a break?"
"How 'bout your leg?" I froze at the familiar voice.
'Aw, HELL!' I cursed, diving away before the ecto-blast hit the wall I'd been in not five seconds later.
"Miss me, ghost boy?" The figure in red asked mockingly, brandishing her ecto-gun at me.
"I was counting the moments," I responded sarcastically. "Look, can we reschedule? I'm kinda busy right now…"
"Getting your butt kicked by me!" The ghost hunter finished, blasting at me again. I flew away at top speed, sighing against the wind.
'This is reeeeeeally getting old fast…' I thought as I dug around my bag for my cell phone, making sure my new 'friend' was still a safe distance away. I placed a quick call, and shot a blast at the hunter's jet sled, making it lose control long enough for me to gain more ground.
"Hello?"
"Tucker!" I exclaimed, keeping my voice above the wind and below the now angry ghost hunter's hearing.
"Hey Danny, what's up? Did Sam like Mr. Psycho?"
"Not now!" I said back. "I've got a problem!"
"What kind of a problem?" my best friend asked.
"The kind that's five foot three, dressed in red and carries big guns and a grudge," I answered.
"Valerie's back?" Tucker asked, his tone brightening. "Tell her I said hi!"
"Tucker!" I hissed through gritted teeth.
"What?" the Tech-geek asked, oblivious as usual. "Oh! you're Phantom right now, aren't you?"
'Thank you Captain Obvious…' I thought, rolling my eyes.
"Look, can you get over here to handle this?" I asked, "The Dragon Ghost is loose and Sam almost found out how a fried chicken feels,"
"There's irony for ya!" I could almost see Tucker's grin at the thought of the vegetarian's near fate. "I'll be right down there, Danny. Oh, and Jazz called about half an hour ago. Apparently Klemper is loose in the girl's gym shower."
"Why didn't you tell me right away?" I asked, frowning.
"Jazz said she'd take care of it. She managed to smuggle a few weapons in too, apparently. Anyways, you might wanna check that out after dealing with the Ghost Dragon."
"Yeah, yeah," I sighed.
'A break is just TOO much to ask for…' I thought dryly as I hung up the phone, staying on the Ghost Dragon's tail. Tucker would be able to find us on his own, he'd just have to follow the screams and path of ghost-induced destruction. 'first thing's first…'
Turning again, I gave Valerie a blast that sent her careening out of control for good, crashing into some bushes and trees. I winced sympathetically and slowed to make sure she was alright before shooting off after the Ghost Dragon again.
Ghost hunter or not, Valerie was still my friend. Whenever I was Fenton, at any rate. Besides, it was sort of my fault her life got destroyed…
With Valerie successfully stalled until Tucker showed up to take care of her completely, I picked up my speed to close in on the distance the Ghost Dragon had put between us while I was distracted. My eyes narrowed when I saw she was heading towards Spook's forest.
I smiled slightly when my feathered friend let out an angry cry, speeding upwards to startle the dragon enough for me to close in on the last few feet and knock the ghost into the sky.
"Thanks, Spook!" I called to him before flying after the ghost before she could recover. The falcon glided back to his tree and settled down, a sign that he was going to leave the rest to me.
I blasted at the dragon again, sending her crashing to the earth. Apparently, that last blast was all I needed, as the dragon shrank down to the small, slender female ghost who was fated to wear the Amulet of Aragon for all eternity.
"He promised he'd take me to the ball," She said in a depressed tone, "But he abandoned me for the Princess of England!" I blinked, unsure of what to say.
"Uh…" I started, trying to think of what Jazz would tell her in this situation, "Well, that's his loss, right?"
"I suppose," The princess sighed,standing up, "Forgive me. I'll return to the Ghost Zone now."
"Right," I said as she began to float off, "Good luck with the Ball thing!" The princess smiled before flying away in the direction of FentonWorks. I shook my head as I watched her go.
"If only they were all that easy," I muttered dryly. Then I sighed, remembering the whole Jazz/Klemper thing. Then there was Sam, who was bound to wonder where I'd disappeared to…
Getting an idea, I flew back through the forest and to Spook's tree, finding the bird waiting for me. He always seemed to know when I was coming, something that I found a little weird at first.
"Hey, Spook, I need your help," I said, "Go find Jazz. Help her with the ghost she's fighting and whatever you do, don't let him get into the city." Spook blinked at me, then let out a cry and flew off into the sky towards Wendy. Sighing in relief, I took to the sky, invisible.
On my way back to my Dorm, I saw Tucker and Valerie, who was now decked in her Wendy uniform rather then her ghost hunting costume. I grinned when I saw my best friend was leading his 'sort-of girlfriend' to the Cyber Café on Campus, knowing that the girl was about to receive redemption for trying to kill me.
Still laughing at the ghost hunter's fate, I phased into my room and turned visible again, phasing through my door and into the living room. Sam hadn't come back yet, and I figured Lancer was still drilling him on what had happened in the hall. Breathing a sigh of relief, I grabbed a pencil and paper and jotted down a quick message;
'Sam-
Think I got sick after lunch today, so I went to the
Infirmary. Dunno how long I'll be there, but don't
worry if I come in late.
-Danny'
With that out of the way, I grabbed my art pieces from off the TV and put them in my portfolio, turning the TV off and hastily taping my note to the blank screen before I headed back to my room for some supplies that would be good for facing Klemper.
Hopefully, that note would be enough to fool my roommate, so I'd at least get a few days before he noticed how weird I acted compared to the non-halfa population of this world.
Sighing in irritation, I decided to just take an ecto-gun and a spare thermos and hope for the best. Satisfied that that would be all I need, I took off through the wall, turning myself invisible again to get to Wendy without any problems.
I found the girl's locker room to the white marble school pretty easily, since I'd flown into there about a billion and one times for various reasons, from needing to talk to Jazz to having a ghost to take care of to… erm… 'patrolling' for any loose ghosts I hadn't heard about yet… yeah… Ah, moving on!
Anyways, Jazz and Klemper were still in the locker room when I found them, along with Spook who had taken to lashing out at Klemper with his talons whenever the ghost was off-guard if the scratch marks that cut through the overly-affectionate ghost's pajamas meant anything.
I glared when I saw the ghost take a deep breath, apparently preparing to freeze my sister, who was drenched thanks to the apparently broken shower heads which were spraying wildly. Even I was getting soaked in the mist. A quick blast of ectoplasm stopped Klemper's attack dead, though, and sent the ghost flying.
"Danny!" Jazz called out, relief clear in her tone. "Thank God! He froze my ecto-gun and it got destroyed when Alicia kicked it into a wall!" I sighed irritably, taking out the ecto-gun I'd brought and tossing it to Jazz, never taking my eyes off Klemper as he began to recover.
"Didn't we talk about this whole 'Jazz the Ghost-slayer' thing before?" I reminded my sister pointedly as I hovered closer to make sure she was firmly behind me so I could shield her from Klemper until there was a break for her to leave. Jazz blushed.
"I thought I could take care of it," She said defensively.
"Well as much as I appreciate it-!" (Pause to make a reflective shield as Klemper sent a blast of cold air at us,) "- You're only suppose to-!"
"Use the weapons to protect myself in emergencies when you absolutely can't reach me," Jazz finished. Under her breath, she added, "And you say I'M repetitive…"
"I heard that," I blasted Klemper again when he charged at me. Jazz blushed. "Look, we'll talk later, right now you should probably leave before someone gets suspicious."
"Right," Jazz said hastily, pocketing the ecto-gun I'd given her. She hesitated for a moment, and added a quick, "Good luck, Danny!" before dashing out the doors to head off anyone who might try to come in after me.
"Think you can keep an eye on her, Spook?" I asked my falcon friend. He cawed in response, flying out after my sister. I wasn't worried about people noticing him. Spook knew how to stay hidden better then half the ghosts I'd met, even being the only speck of black in Wendy's otherwise eerily white marble halls.
Knowing that Jazz couldn't be left in better hands (or talons if you wanna get literal,) I focused all my attention on Klemper as he charged again, dodging his wild blows easily and waiting patiently for my opening.
I got it soon enough, and took it eagerly, sending the ghost flying through wall after wall, intangible. I flew after him, keeping my eye on him at all times so he didn't try and disappear on me.
True the ghost was probably too simple-minded to think of a strategy like that, but I knew better then to take chances when it came to ghosts. They had a nasty habit of surprising you when you thought you had the upper hand.
Klemper lost control of his power somewhere in the Blue Dormitory (The girl Dorms were color coded instead of numbered.) and hit a wall hard. I ignored the screams of the room's occupants as I flew in, stopping in the middle of the room to eye the ghost cautiously.
The same couldn't be said of Klemper though, who right after hearing the noise flew over to a brunette I'd never met before to grin at her crookedly.
"Will you be my friend?" He asked her, enveloping her in a hug. The girl paled at the contact and screamed louder. I shot forward to save her, grabbing one of her arms and turning her intangible.
After she was freed from Klemper's grasp, I turned back to the ghost, who seemed confused about where his new 'friend' went. Sighing I took out the Fenton thermos as sucked him up while he was trying to work this out, getting no fight from the ghost since he was so distracted.
Seconds later, I found myself sympathizing with the brunette even more as someone took advantage of my distraction to pull me into their own backbreaking hug. Yelping in surprise, I turned to see who was brave enough to cuddle the infamous terror known as 'Inviso-bill.' (Cringe.)
"P-Paulina!"
"Oh, you saved me!" The popular cheerleader exclaimed, apparently forgetting that it was her roommate who was in danger, not her. "Thank you, Phantom!" I felt my face fill with color as the girl's embrace combined with her pink nightgown began to draw attention to… certain areas. (Cough, cough!)
'Time to go!' I thought hastily, knowing that Paulina's crush on me (Well, ghost me anyways…) might make this meeting get a little out of hand. She certainly seemed to forget all about her still shaken roomie as soon as she caught sight of me…
"It was nothing," I said, patting her arms awkwardly. "Ah, I better get going now. I think someone's coming…"
"Oh!" Paulina looked disappointed. "Well, alright! But Phantom, do you think you could-!"
"What's going on in there?" A sharp voice demanded as a loud knock came to the girl's door. Both roommates jumped in surprise, and I took advantage of the opportunity to literally disappear before Paulina could finish what was probably a date invitation.
Deciding that visiting Jazz right now would be a little risky, I headed home, taking advantage of my invisibility again. Phasing through the walls of Dorm 13, I hovered outside my door as Folupa passed by on his rounds, waiting until he'd gone upstairs to turn human again and enter my room.
"Danny?" I heard Sam call as I opened the door. "That you?"
"Hey, Sam," I sighed, knowing what was coming before Sam did. Sure enough, his eyes widened when he saw me, and he paled when he saw the little souvenir the Ghost Dragon had given me, which was much more obvious and painful-looking now that I was human.
"What attacked you?" He asked still gaping.
'You wouldn't believe me if I told you,' I thought dryly.
"It's nothing," I said out loud "I just fell down."
"Fell down what, Mt. Everest?" He asked with a glare. I pretended not to hear him, too tired to explain why I looked like I'd been chewed up and spit out by something out of a horror movie. Instead, I decided to turn the conversation to Sam.
"What about you? You get hurt when that ghost dragon attacked?" I asked. I was genuinely concerned about this too, hoping that my slight delay hadn't meant an injury for my roomie.
"No," Sam told me, "Freaked out, yeah, but I managed to get away before it could hurt me, thanks to that other ghost,"
"Good," I said, letting out a relieved sigh, I noticed that my scratches were starting to throb slightly, a good sign that it was time to attend to them. Making up my mind, I started towards my room, adding one last thing to Sam before I hid myself away for the night. "I'm going to bed. You should turn in, too, It's almost midnight," Sam glanced at the clock, looking alarmed when he saw what time it was. He must've been distracted by something until I came in and interrupted him.
'You don't know how good you've got it, pal…' I thought dryly.
"How did you get past the Dorm Monitor?" Sam asked suddenly. I cringed as he added, "We're not allowed out past ten!" Pretending I hadn't heard him, I shut my door behind me, sighing in relief when Sam didn't pound my door down demanding answers. I was a little unsettled at how fast he was catching on to all of the ghost stuff.
Someone up there must really like to see me squirm…
"How many of you have been in a life or death situation?" I bit back an amused smile as I raised my hand at Mr. Marchez's question. Part of my amusement came from the stunned, puzzled looks from most of the kids who were taking one of Mr. Marchez's class for the first time, and the other came from the fact that I couldn't even could the number of life-or-death situations I'd been in.
'Well let's see, there was the dragon ghost, Klemper, Skulker, Vlad, Ember, Lunch Lady, Spectra, Bertrand, Valerie, Walker, Johnny 13, Fright Knight, Desiree, Technus, Bullet…' I listed of dryly, 'And that's not even including the Ghost portal itself, or all the times Dad's experiments nearly killed me before that...' Really, it was almost becoming boring…
"How many of you have had something you've had to fight for something you truly care about and ended up getting hurt because of it?" My hand stayed up for that one, as it was once again a daily basis thing. I noticed Sam's was up too, and wondered what that was about.
"Okay, last question, How many of you have ever loved someone and lost them?" All my amusement drained away as my parent's grinning faces flashed in front of my eyes, my hand never straying, even as Sam's went down. "Good, good…" Mr. Marchez grinned. "Your first project of the school year will deal with these moments in your life. The emotions felt in these moment, your anger, your fear, your desire, those are at their peak in times like these, and we never forget them. Therefore I want you all to design something that expresses these emotions."
"Isn't that a little personal?" Mikey asked, frowning disapprovingly.
"Damn straight," Mr. Marchez said unapologetically, "But then, art is supposed to be personal, isn't it? All of you have some need, some passion that you express through your work, or else you wouldn't be here. And those of you who're just here for an exploratory credit should get the hell out and join up sewing, cause this ain't an easy ride," I hid a grin at that speech, which Mr. Marchez gave every year.
"Can't you be a little more specific?" A new kid asked, whining slightly.
"I'm not doing your thinking for you," Mr. Marchez snorted, "That's what is world is coming to now, no ideas of their own! It's all generic… hmph." I shot Sam a grin during Mr. Marchez's mutterings, which he returned, looking like he was having a blast.
It was nice to know one of us had energy this morning. I was exhausted thanks to a three AM wake up call courtesy of a couple of loose ecto-pusses who were terrorizing kids in their sleep. I even had to miss breakfast because of it, though Tucker did manage to snag me a piece of toast so I didn't starve. My best friend knew that I tended to skip meals when I was in the middle of a hunt, and took care of covering for me as usual.
"This a group project, Teach?" Nate called out. Like me, this was his second year taking the class. I didn't talk to him too often, but he seemed pretty okay whenever I did.
"Yep." Mr. Marchez said, "You'll all sit with your groups for the course of the project, and ten minutes at the end of every class is devoted for critique. That's another thing, all you pansies who spout off about how sensitive artists are better get the Hell out, too. Having ideas isn't enough, you gotta learn to see from other people's points of view, too. Besides, life ain't all roses and sunshine and you gotta grow up sooner or later. Danny's the crown jewel here, since he's the only advanced student who had his hand up for all three categories, so the group that gets him lucks out. Any more questions?"
"When do we start?" Sam asked.
"Today, of course. Waste no time!"
"What sort of mediums can we use?" Another newbie asked while everyone else stood up.
"Whatever you're most comfortable with for now." Mr. Marchez said, "I wanna see your best, so I know what to teach you, what your good with and what you should just forget entirely."
That sounded easy enough, I decided as I headed for the marker bin. Considering my options, I decided to go with the lost love thing. I was used to risking my life. I was used to fighting for both myself and others who couldn't defend themselves to the point where I was getting frustrated with it. But losing my parents was still a new wound to me…
Suddenly there was a tap on my shoulder, bringing me out of my thoughts with a sharp yelp. Acting as only someone who's fought for his life could, I wheeled around and struck out at whoever surprised me before I saw who it was. Sam just barely managed to get out of the way before I sent him to the infirmary with potential brain damage.
"Jumpy much?" He asked, looking a little shaken. I cringed guiltily at my instinctive reaction.
"Never sneak up on Danny before noon, newbie," Nate laughed. "Last kid who tried got himself a concussion," I felt my cheeks heat up as I was reminded of the completely accidental incident he was talking about.
"Sorry," I said, shifting from one foot to the other, "Didn't get much sleep last night."
"Noticed that," Sam said in a droll tone. Then, frowning in concern he added, "You okay?"
"Fine," I said, rolling up a sleeve to show him my freshly healed arm, "I'm a fast healer,"
Sam's eyes went wide when he saw that the injury was gone, another plus of being a halfa. So long as I tended my wounds religiously, most of the less serious ones would be healed overnight, and the ones that would have other people bed ridden for months were gone in a week.
"Wow," an awestruck Sam said, "That's… wow. I didn't know it was possible for people to heal that fast, Superman," I winced at that, uncomfortable with the comparison.
"Y-Yeah well, it runs in the family." I blurted out, grabbing my things and heading back to my seat before Sam could ask anything else.
'Coward,' A part of me scoffed in disgust as I sat down.
I sighed to myself as I started to work, trying to get my mind off of all of this. Honestly, though, I couldn't stop thinking about Sam. There was something about him that was really off. It wasn't just that he noticed things faster, either.
Everything about him was weird to me, even though I couldn't put my finger on it. The way he moved and talked, his eyes, his persistence at being included in things… I'd never seen a guy act like him before.
Still, it wasn't like he was someone I didn't like. Actually, I liked him a lot. I felt bad that I couldn't include him in the whole ghost thing, but really that was for his own good. If ghost found out he knew about my secret, he would become a prime target, just like Jazz and Tucker.
Besides, I'd never actually told anyone my secret. Tucker was there when it happened, and Jazz and Vlad both found out on their own. My own parents didn't even know I was half ghost, how could I even think of telling a complete stranger, no matter how great a guy he seemed?
Looking up from my work I saw Nate chatting away happily to Sam, and bit back an amused chuckle. It was good to know the guy was fitting in. And if he made friends with people other then me and Tucker, there was a chance he could get away from all this ghost stuff while he still had a chance.
Still, I couldn't help but feel a little lonely as I watched Sam and Nate talking to one another…
"You okay, kid?"
I blinked in surprise at the softly spoken question, turning to look at Mr. Marchez, who was frowning at me with an uncharacteristic amount of concern in his eyes.
"Fine, Mr. Marchez," I answered, "I was just thinking a bit…" the art teacher snorted.
"And that's why you looked so depressed," He said sarcastically. I blushed slightly, knowing that he had a point, "Come on, kid, you can trust me. What's on your mind?"
"It's nothing," I insisted. Mr. Marchez's frown deepened.
"Masters ain't givin' you a hard time again, is he?" he asked, making me flinch. I hated talking about Vlad with anybody, especially when he wasn't around.
At school, I liked pretending my guardian didn't exist, that I wouldn't have to go back to that cold castle come Thanksgiving, staying under his watchful eye for an entire week with only my older sister for company.
A sister who, by the way, was just as trapped as I was, and probably in a lot more danger. After all, Vlad had nothing he wanted of Jazz, so he wouldn't be afraid to eliminate her if he decided to.
"No," I answered. "…Well, yeah, but that wasn't what I was thinking about."
"Well, can you at least tell me about the stuff with Vlad?" Mr. Marchez asked.
"He made me the legal heir to all of Master Corps," I told him under my breath. Mr. Marchez jerked back in surprise, but was smart enough not to say anything out loud. "And he's getting some lawyers on trying to make me and Jazz his adoptive children."
"He's trapping you," Mr. Marchez translated, making a face "You and your sister."
"If it was just me, I'd try and fight him or something," I sighed, "But Jazz…"
"Relax, Dan," Mr. Marchez said, "I understand. And don't ever lower yourself to explaining your actions. If you're around someone you can really trust, you don't need to explain yourself." I smiled a little at that. Good ol' Mr. Marchez….
"Anyways, I really don't know what I'm gonna do about him, short of running away and changing my name. Even that probably won't work for too long, considering how many connections Vlad has…"
"You ain't the running type anyways, kid," Mr. Marchez pointed out. "Just think it through a little. You're a smart kid, Dan, you'll find a way to get out of Vlad's trap. You always do,"
'Only because I have other people there to help me,' I told myself sullenly. As Mr. Marchez left. It was true, too. The only way I could ever get some leverage over Vlad was if there was someone else there giving me a hand. He was just too strong for me, with twenty years of experience to my two.
I glanced at Mr. Marchez as he began helping a new kid, smiling a little to myself. The man had become a mentor for me over the past few years, but I hadn't truly learned respect for him until he met Vlad for the first time…
"Who're you?" Mr. Marchez asked gruffly as Vlad stood at the door of the art room, his nose wrinkled in distaste as he looked around over Mr. Marchez's shoulder. I froze up over the piece I had stayed over late to work on, my face paling at the sight of my guardian.
"Masters," Vlad answered, "Vladimir Masters, Owner and CEO of Master Corps. And you are…?"
"Marchez," Mr. Marchez responded, "And this ain't a place for CEOs, pal. Especially not ones who can't tell their heads from their-!"
"I assure you, Mr. Marchez, I have no desire to stay," Vlad cut him off coolly, with a frozen smile. "I merely wished to collect young Daniel for a moment." Marchez frowned. I cringed, knowing that there was nothing Mr. Marchez could do to get me out of having to speak with Vlad…
"You don't 'collect,' a kid, Masters," Mr. Marchez said, "Stamps, coins, yeah, but not kids," Vlad looked annoyed, "Besides, Dan's busy right now, so I don't think he wants to talk to ya," Vlad's eyes narrowed.
"I beg your pardon," He said, anger working his way into his tone, "But you are in no position to tell me if I can't see a boy I work to feed, shelter and clothe."
"Actually," Mr. Marchez said, giving Vlad a smile similar to the one the halfa had given him, "I am," And, before Vlad could say anything else, Mr. Marchez slammed the door right in his face.
"Oh, Phantom's my hero!" I blinked out of my memories at Nate's high pitched squeal, fighting not to blush when I realized who he was mimicking. "He saved me from all the big bad ghosts! He's so cool and brave! We must be destined for one another!"
"Ease up, Nate. I can tell you right now Phantom ain't interested." I said in perfect honesty, earning laugher from most of the class and a paper wad from Nate which I caught easily. I grinned before turning back to the assignment, though it faded slightly when I noticed Mr. Marchez giving me a curious look…
"Okay, should I go with the blue shirt or the red one," Tucker asked me and Sam. We both groaned in response.
"You're asking her to a dance, Tuck, not proposing," I reminded Tucker. At least, he better not be without giving me proper warning first…
"Yeah," Sam piped up, "And if she really likes you, would she even care what color your shirt is?"
"Come on, guys!" Tucker said in exasperation, "I really want to impress Valerie!"
"And what makes you think we know any more about what kind of outfit a girl would like to see you in then you do?" I asked, raising my eyebrow at him.
"Yeah," Sam agreed. He seemed to be lost in thought for a moment, then abruptly started shaking his head as if to dispel unwanted thoughts.
"Sam?" I asked, worried for my roommate "You okay?"
"Fine," Sam answered, not quite meeting my eye.
"Hey, who're you two gonna take to the dance, anyways?" Tucker asked. I felt my stomach drop at the question. "I mean, are you gonna make another try at Paulina or not, Danny? Cause if you are, you might wanna get moving…"
"Yeah, of course," I said. Then, a little more dryly, I added, "Who else could I ask? Not that there's like any chance of her agreeing to go out with me, but who knows, I might get lucky…"
"What about you, Sam?" Tucker turned to the surprisingly Sullen vegetarian.
'What's his problem?'
"Not going," Sam answered gruffly.
"Why not?" Danny asked, his eyebrow raised.
"I don't like things like that. Besides, I'm too new here, no one would want to go out with me."
"Come on, Sam, even Danny goes, and he never gets a date!" Tucker said, oblivious to my glare.
"Thanks Tuck," I said, my tone dripping with sarcasm, "thanks a lot,"
"Besides, I don't even know anything about this dance," Sam said. I mentally sighed. Now he was just reaching for excuses…
"It's just a sort of Welcoming back party they hold at Wendy's before we throw Homecoming here." I explained, "They have a different theme every year."
"What's this year's theme, anyways?" Tucker asked me.
"Masquerade Ball," I said, mimicking my sister's tone when she told me over the phone last night before rolling my eyes, "Jazz's idea."
"That doesn't sound as bad as they could've made it," Sam pointed out.
"True enough," Tucker agreed, "Last years was 'Fairytales come true,'"
"Pure irony…" I said with a dry grin.
"Why?" Sam asked, his interest perked.
"First attack on Wendy, and by the dragon ghost that tried to take you out," Tucker explained.
"Wow, that is ironic…" Sam laughed. "Think this ghost had a fix for parties?"
"Yes," Danny and Tucker answered as one.
"More then you'll ever know…" I added dryly. Sam laughed.
"Anyways, I'll ask Valerie at the big game on Friday," Tucker said, "And while I do that, Danny can introduce you to the Wendy girls that might be interested in going out with you."
"I already told you-!" Sam protested, but Tucker had already taken off to rummage through the rest of his clothes. I mentally sighed and shook my head.
"Maybe Tucker has a point," I said cautiously, "I mean, you would've want to stay in the dorm by yourself while everyone else is partying, right?"
"I'm not going," Sam said stubbornly. I sighed out loud this time and stood, taking all my trash to the garbage bin
'Some people just don't know how to have fun while they can…' I thought to myself absently as I left.
WoM- You know, I think I love Mr. Marchez even more now. 'giggles' I HAD to add that Paulina thing! I mean, can you say obsessed? Even my locker shrine to Danny doesn't have candles! 'long pause where a coughing sound is heard,' Erm, you weren't supposed to know that… Anywho, my fondness for this story is growing, as it gives me a chance to work on my admittably terrible action scenes. I just hope you guys won't lose patience with me bacuase of it. 'laughs nervously'
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