Danny: I call that a fake-out make-out.
Sam: (Nervously, while blushing) Yeah, I know.
Daydreams
"Wow, Danny, I didn't even know it was possible for a human to have the attention span of a goldfish…" I blinked out of my daydream to meet Sam's amused smirk, and felt my face heating up.
"Sorry, Sam," I sighed, "I was just… thinking," For some reason, Sam looked upset when he heard that.
"About that girl again?" He asked, sounding bored. Did I really mention her that much?
"Yeah," U sighed, "I just… she wasn't like any girl I met before! I want to see her again,"
"Do you have her number?" Sam asked.
"…No…" I admitted, feeling stupid.
"E-mail?"
"…No…" I shifted around uncomfortably, flinching even more.
"Address?" Okay, there was really no reason for my roomie to make me feel so stupid, was there? "Tell me you at least got her name?"
"I wasn't in a position to ask!" I defended myself. I wasn't, either. I mean, what would a girl say if a ghosts asked for her number?
"Oh?" Sam's eyebrow kicked up. "And what was going on that was so vital you couldn't ask for her name?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I responded, rolling my eyes.
"Actually, I probably would," Sam said, his tone a little colder, "It's just that you don't seem to trust me with whatever it is that's going on in your life." Wow, way to make a guy feel low…
"No!" I said quickly. "It's not that, Sam, it's just… What I'm involved in is dangerous. Very dangerous. And I don't want to drag you in and put your life at risk if I can help it." Sam frowned.
"It's that dangerous?" He asked softly.
"I don't even like Tuck or my sister being too mixed up in my life," I admitted, thinking back on all the times they were hurt because of ghosts.
"I don't get you at all, Danny," Sam rolled his eyes, sounding exasperated, "If this is really so dangerous, why don't you just walk away?"
"Because," I started, "It's something someone has to do, and I'm the only one who has what it takes to make a difference."
'After all, the only other half ghost out there's a-!' My ghost sense triggered, cutting off the rest of my thought. Jumping up, I started towards the door.
"I'm gonna go see Tuck for a bit…" I muttered to Sam, knowing my best friend would cover for me if need be.
"Danny-!" Sam started.
'SLAM!'
I felt a little guilty for walking out on Sam like that, but I had bigger things to deal with right now. Heading down the hall, I stopped at a janitor's closet, glancing around before stepping in.
"Goin' Ghost!" I declared, triggering my ghost form. Once my transformation was complete, I phased through the walls and roof, looking around warily for the ghost.
"P-Please! I'll give you all the money you want, just don't hurt me!" A voice whimpered from the ground. Looking down, I saw a grungy pale biker who had a Junior student I didn't know pinned against a wall, fist drawn back to punch him.
"I don't need your money, loser!" The biker growled, "Look what you did you my bike!"
"Oh, come on, Johnny!" The girl with the biker said, rolling her eyes in annoyance, "It's just a scratch. Are you gonna take me to the drive in or not!"
"In a minute, Kitten," Johnny 13 answered his girlfriend absently before turning back to the kid, "Now, where were we…? Oh yeah! Now I remember" With a growl, the ghost threw his fist to deck the kid. Cringing slightly, I shot down and grabbed him before the hit connected, turning us both intangible and phasing out of his grip. "What the-?"
I turned us tangible again once we were well out of Johnny's way, setting the kid down. He took off almost as soon as his feet touched earth. Sighing, I turned back to Johnny, who'd finally caught onto what had happened. Greasy, smelly AND slow? Man, what had Jazz SEEN in this guy?
"What's the deal, punk?" Johnny growled, "No one asked you to butt in!"
"Yeah, but I will anyways," I said, shrugging. I wasn't scared. Johnny himself wasn't much of a threat. Neither was his girlfriend, Kitty for that matter.
As soon as the word girlfriend crossed my mind, I thought of the girl from the Nasty Burger again and blushed. Man, had I fallen bad or what?
Before I could think about this any more, though, Johnny let out a shrill whistle and a command.
"Shadow; ATTACK!" I winced and took to the air, Johnny 13's bad luck shadow at my heels. I tried to stay up high so we wouldn't wreck anything, but Shadow still managed to put out a lamp post or two, and a couple walking in the park nearly got crushed by a falling tree branch.
Finally, I found my way into the Casper Auditorium, where Casper and Wendy drama students had started holding rehearsals for the play Phantom of the Opera, which would be showing in December according to Jazz who was the casting director and stage manager.
She was still trying to convince me to try out for a part, but there was nothing in this world that could get me on a stage in front of a bunch of people. Absolutely NOTHING.
Anyways, it didn't take the crew long to notice us flying around, Shadow trashing all the equipment he touched. And after a punch from the ghost had me slamming into the floor, I noticed Jazz gaping at me from next to the controls.
That's when I got an idea.
"Lights!" I mouthed at her frantically as Shadow closed in on me, a maniacal grin on his dark face, "Hit the lights!" Jazz looked confused for a second, then her eyes widened in understanding and she wheeled around to push up all the switches at once, successfully blinking me.
Luckily, she also managed to obliterate Shadow before he could follow up on that grin.
"Thanks," I gasped out, blinking dots out of my vision as my sister turned the light back down.
"No problem," Jazz responded, smiling, "You okay,"
"Why wouldn't I be?" I asked her pointedly, "I'm a ghost, remember?"
"Oh!" Jazz flinched, "Right… they can't do much worse then kill ya!" Jazz laughed nervously.
"Phantom!" I jumped at the familiar call, wheeling to see Paulina giving me another of her adoring gazes. Normally, something like that would at least make me blush, but now…
"Everyone's okay, right?" I asked, glancing around.
"Fine, Oh Spooky One," Liz (Costume Manager) said with a wry grin. "But you might wanna haul ass before Lancer and Testlaff get here. They're already on their way." I flinched.
"Right," I said hastily, about to turn myself invisible. I lost my concentration when I was tackled from the side, this time by Paulina.
"But it wasn't Phantom's fault!" She whined, "Can't he just stay and watch me perform? I'm dedicating this one to him anyways," That last statement had a lot of guys glaring at me jealously, but I just winced.
'She wouldn't give me a second glance as Fenton,' I though bitterly, 'But Phantom is cool enough that she practically throws herself on him.' Never mind that Fenton and Phantom are one in the same.
"Uhh…" That was all I could thing of to say. It turned out I didn't need anything else, though, as the double doors to the auditorium burst open just them, and a motorcycle drove up to skid to a stop in the stage, It's rider glaring murder at me.
"You'll pay for what you did to my shadow, you little creep!" Johnny yelled, scowling.
"Johnny," Kitty said, glancing between us worriedly, "leave it alone! Let's just get outta here already,"
"You think you're so tough, punk?" Johnny asked, ignoring Kitty. She glared at him and huffed slightly, and I couldn't help but wince.
Johnny and Kitty had only had relationship problems once before as far as I knew, and I ended up getting dragged into it when Kitty overshadowed Paulina's body and tricked me into dating her to make Johnny jealous. I'd managed to convince them both to leave and save Paulina, even though it took a lot of time. Irony is, though, the second I saved her Paulina went back to ignoring Fenton after she promptly fell head over heels in love with Phantom.
That's fate for ya, huh?
"Well? You gonna answer me or what?" Johnny demanded.
"Why would I?" I scoffed, "Yes or no, you're gonna try and hit me anyways…" Johnny's scowl darkened. He didn't miss that 'try' part.
"Why you little-!" To both my and his surprise, he was suddenly engulfed in a bright neon blue light, with sucked him into a familiar vortex. Everyone in the auditorium was left gaping at Jazz, who was giving the capped Thermos an annoyed look.
"You know," She said in a dry tone, "You talk way too much." I grinned. Apparently, I wasn't the only one still holding a grudge…
"Johnny!" Kitty gasped. Then she glared at my sister, "Let Johnny go right now!" She ordered, "Let him go or I'll-!"
"You'll what?" I asked, flying over to stand between her and Jazz. Kitty flinched, her eyes darting from the thermos in my sister's hands to me nervously.
"…Uhh…" She said, paling. I sighed.
"Go back to the ghost Zone," I told her, "I'll put Johnny back in later." Kitty looked uncertain for a moment before she finally flew off without a word, knowing there was nothing else she could do for her boyfriend.
"Thanks," Jazz said with a grin. Walking over, she handed me the thermos, "Take care of this, will ya?" She asked me.
"Sure thing," I said with a laugh, accepting the thermos.
"You'd better go now," Jazz said, glancing at the doors warily, "If the Headmaster and Headmistress are really coming…"
"Already on my way," I told her, hovering up a little.
"But my audition!" Paulina whined.
"I'll check out the end performance," I promised her when I saw the way her face fell. I always felt guilty if I left someone feeling bad…
"Promise?" Paulina said hopefully.
"Uh, why not?" I answered, feeling awkward. Jazz shot me a disapproving frown, but said nothing. I knew I was in for an earful later, though. "I've gotta go now," And, before anyone else could stop me, I flew out through the roof, heading back in the direction of FentonWorks.
It was weird. Once the thought of Paulina flirting with me would have me soaring, But now I barely felt anything. And what I did feel was embarrassed and awkward. It wasn't that I disliked her, it was just… I didn't find her that interesting anymore.
I mean, now that I thought about it, she was a really predictable girl. She always wanted the same things, always acted the same way, and always said the exact same words. And everything she did say to Phantom just told me she was only interested in the fairytale life she'd probably dreamed about as a little girl, with her being the princess and me her chosen knight in shining armor.
I found my thoughts drifting back to the girl from the Nasty Burger. She was the exact opposite personality-wise. Cunning, independent and completely unpredictable. It was really refreshing in the wake of gold diggers and snobs….
I scowled to myself, blushing slightly. Why did my thoughts keep drifting back to that girl? I'd only met her once, for crying out loud! If I kept this up, I'd become an obsessive stalker. Still, a part of me really, REALLY regretted that I never even got her name…
Movement drew my eyes downward, where I saw Sam taking a walk outside, unaware of the grinning football team not too far off…
"MANSON!" I scowled in annoyance when Dash threw the football at my roommate, hitting him in the back of the head. I could sympathize, if I hadn't taken as many blows to the head as I have, Dash's throws would hurt a lot more.
…Okay, that didn't come out right.
"Good one, Dash!" A football player laughed loudly. Sam glared in response.
"Why is it that you can count the exact number of brain cells 9 out of 10 jocks have on one hand?" He asked them dryly. I grinned at his nerve, my eyes narrowing when the football team went quiet.
'Hmm…'
"Say that again, pipsqueak," Dash growled angrily, grabbing Sam and lifting him off his feet.
"What, you've got bad hearing, too?" Sam shot back. I grinned as Dash growled angrily, an idea coming to me that would both be very, very entertaining and get Sam out of danger.
"That's it!" Dash yelled, drawing back to hit my friend, "Say your prayers, Manson!" Sam braced himself for the punch as I sprang into action, going invisible and smacking around the football players a bit, unseen the whole time.
"What the-?" Dash stopped, confused at what must've looked like really weird behavior to him.
"Hey, who kicked me?" One player demanded.
"And someone smacked my head!" Kwan yelled accusingly.
"It's a ghost!" One of the smaller ones said, paling slightly. Grinning at my success, I flew towards Dash, ready for the grand finale.
'Three… two… one…'"Stop screwing around guys," Dash snorted, "There's no-!" triggering my powers, I watched as Dash glowed green, waiting for just the right moment to pull his jeans down and reveal his underwear (Why the guy still wore tighty-whiteys was beyond me) "GHOOOOOST!" Dash wailed, trying to run away and pull his pants up at the same time.
"Told you we were too close to Dorm 13!" One of the football players yelled at Dash.
"Shut up and keep moving!" Dash yelled back. I couldn't stop myself, I had to laugh. Next to me, Sam jumped, looking around a bit in confusion.
"That was actually pretty fun…" I said lightly, turning visible so I could talk to Sam man-to-man. "You okay?" Sam looked confused for a second more before he finally answered me.
"Fine," He said, blinking. "Uh… Thanks?"
"It's nothing," I said with a grin, "Actually, I had an unfair advantage, given that they couldn't see or touch me. Still, being able to pants Dash without getting mauled is something half the school would trade an arm to do,"
"Wonder why…" Sam said dryly. "Anyways, thanks again. This is the third time you've saved me since I moved here." I froze up at that.
"Third?" I repeated, my stomach doing flip-flops. I'd only saved him as Phantom twice, but I'd also protected him as Fenton once, too. Did he know…?
"Sorry, I meant second," Sam corrected himself, "Just miscounted was all…" I relaxed slightly, still a little suspicious as Sam laughed nervously. Still, if he knew then why wouldn't he tell me he did? I mean, he wasn't like Jazz, who was patient enough to try and wait for me to come to her with the confession.
"Well, I'd better go before Dash goes crying to Lancer and he turns the Ghost shield on," I said, flying higher. Not that that was any problem for me, but it was better not to let them know it. "Later!" and with that I turned invisible again, flying off to FentonWorks like I'd originally planned.
"So you told Paulina you'd come to the play, huh?" Tucker said, sounding amused.
"Yeah," I sighed, running a hand through my hair, "But what else could I do? I mean, she looked like I was breaking her heart or something…" Tucker shook his head.
"You're too nice, Danny," He said. "I mean, you go around saving people's lives on a daily basis, then you bend over backwards to make your fangirl happy?"
"It's not that big a deal," I protested, "I just have to pop in for five seconds and let Paulina see me, maybe stop into her dressing room after and congratulate her or something," Tucker shook his head.
He and I were waiting outside a local café for Valerie to show up so Tucker could take her shopping for the dance. I'd given him some of the money Vlad was always sending me and Jazz (I rarely ever touched it, my pride not allowing me to rely on my archenemy.) and argued with Tucker endlessly when he swore he'd repay me. Like I said, I never did anything with it, and it wasn't like I was short on cash…
"Tucker! Danny!" Valerie called as she approached, "Your roomie stay back today?" Valerie asked me, grinning.
"Tucker couldn't find anymore rope," I responded. Valerie laughed. "Anyways, you two get going. I've got to do a little shopping before I head back to Casper,"
"Right," Tucker said with a grin, "See you, Danny!"
I waved to the couple casually as I headed down the street to the local pharmacy that I usually bought my medical supplies in. As I walked away from the pair, I started to feel a little lonely, and thought back to the girl yet again. I nearly groaned.
'Give it up, Fenton,' I told myself, 'You'll never see her again,'
With that last depressing though, I sighed and entered the Pharmacy, still mulling over my bad luck.
"Hello, Welcome to Yin/Yang Medical Practice, how can I… help…" I frowned in confusion as the cashier trailed off as if they'd seen a ghost, glancing over to see what the problem was. I froze up when I met startled lilac eyes.
'No way…'
"YOU!"
WoM- 'giggling' Looking back I remember how angry all of you were at this cliffy when you first got it. So many death threats! 'grins shamelessly' And once again, DoD is longer then SoS. 'shakes head.' Ah well, I might as well give up on trying to keep them the same length…
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