WoM- Yep, we're back to this one again! They're starting to catch up with one another, though, So they should be in the same place before the week's out. Oh, and for those of you who actually do read this thingy up here, I'm gonna break from my no-spoilers rule and tell you the masquerade ball is in chapter ten. And no, that wasn't intentional at first.
Danny: Geez, it's hot. Aren't you sweating, Sam?
Sam: Regular people sweat. Goths, we simmer.
Danny: (Sniffs her) I think you're overcooked.
Sam: (Sniffs herself) Whoo! I reek! Yet another reason to get out of the sun.
Hostage
"Do I know you?" The girl asked me. She looked a little nervous for some reason…
"Yeah…" I said before I stopped to think about what I was saying, "I mean no! I mean uhh…" I shift around nervously.
'There's the weak-knee thing again…' I thought sourly to myself.
"…I was at the Nasty Burger yesterday. I saw you save that kid." Seeing how her face paled even more rapidly at that and remembering how she didn't want the crowd to see her, I added, "Don't worry, I'm pretty sure I was the only one who saw you!"
"Uhh, Thanks?" The girl said sounding uncertain. I was a little disappointed, hoping for a bit more reaction from the girl "And could you not tell anyone else about that?" I smiled a little at that. After all, who would believe me if I did say anything?
"Don't want anyone to know you go around battling ghosts in your free time?" I flirted lightly, trying to ignore my pounding heart and control my powers, which always became difficult every time I got nervous or excited. I felt happy to see the girl grin back at me.
"Of course not," She said lightly, "You know how that sort of thing kills a social life," I couldn't help but laugh at that, thinking of my own terrible experience with ghost fighting and dating.
"You have NO idea…" I said, grinning. Torn for a second, I decided to get my hopping done and talk to the girl a little more at the register. I didn't want to come off as creepy or desperate, after all…
I shopped at Yin/Yang all the time, so knew the merchandise like the back of my hand. It took me roughly three minutes to get everything I needed and meet up with mystery girl again at the register.
"Anyways…" I hesitated glancing at the nametag pinned to her black high-collar vest with various Greenpeace and other environmental pins on it, combined with random safety pins and the all-knowing happy bunny here and there, and couldn't hide my surprise "Samantha? Wow, THAT'S a weird coincidence, my roomie's name is Sam…" Talk about freaky…
"Yeah, you know how some names are nowadays," Samantha said in a casual tone, "There's four Sams at the school I go to now, and don't get me started on how many Samanthas there are."
"Guess so…" I said, shrugging. "What do you prefer?"
"Sam," She answered automatically. Then her eyes went wide as she added, "Of course, if it gets too confusing for you-!"
"Relax," I laughed, "He'll just be my friend Sam, and you'll be the pretty Sam," I grinned in pride when I noticed I'd seen fire trucks in a duller shade of red then Sam was sporting right now, "Anyways, my art teacher told me before that life's nothing without confusion. It's what keeps us awake."
'Actually, he said something a little different, but hey, why scare the poor girl off already?' I asked myself wryly.
"So, you're an art student, huh?" Sam asked, "Any good?"
"I can only hope," I answered before adding, "Then again, it seems to be against some unwritten code of the cosmos for an artist to find perfection in their work, even when others see it." Sam laughed.
"All too true…" She agreed. "So what brings a fit young kid like you to a place like this on a weekend buying enough stuff to take care of a small army of wounded soldiers?"
I winced slightly as she gave my bags a wary look. I guess buying so much stuff all at once did seem a little weird to a normal person…
"Let's just say I'm not always fit and keep it simple for both of us," I said carefully. "I'm in here pretty much every week, sometimes more. Speaking of which, I've never seen you face around before… other then at the Nasty Burger thing, I mean."
"I just moved here at the beginning of the school year," Sam answered casually. "And I just started working here today. I don't get out much… That's $98.75."
"Do you go to Wendy?" I asked as I handed her the money, my curiosity building. I wonder if Jazz knew her…?
"No," Sam said, a look a of revulsion passing her face before she turned to the cash register, "I go to Stretch Academy. And you're a Casper boy, huh?"
I cringed at the question, glancing down at my uniform. I knew I should've changed before someone into town…
"Ah, yeah," I answered, tensing up slightly. I'd had way too many girls flirt with me just because Vlad had money, and I didn't want Sam to be one of them… "But my legal guardian wants me to be home schooled."
"That doesn't sound so bad," Sam said.
"Maybe not to you…" I said dryly, thinking of all the things Vlad wanted to 'teach' me. "Anyways, we've already paid for the full Casper enrollment, so…" I trailed off when I realized what I'd just admitted.
'…Crap,'
"You're a full enrollment student?" Sam asked, wide eyed. I flinched, wanting to hang myself for that slip.
"Uh, yes?" I said with a meek smile.
"You're not one of those rich playboys, are you?" Sam asked. I couldn't tell if she was being serious or not.
"No!" I said quickly, not wanting to scare her off already, "No, I'm nothing like that! I'm just a normal kid who got dragged into a rich guy's life."
"And the rich guy is…?"
"Do you always ask complete strangers this many questions?" I asked sharper then I should've Vlad wasn't someone I discussed with ANYONE. Sam flinched guiltily, and I wondered if maybe I was being too hard on her.
"Sorry." She said before I could explain myself. "you don't have to answer that, I was just… trying to make conversation!" Sam laughed nervously and averted her eyes in embarrassment.
'She's just as nervous as I am,' I realized, my glare softening. That meant she liked me too, right? So maybe there was a chance this time…
"Really?" I said, smiling slightly at how cute the girl was acting, "Well, I'm not much for talking, but I'm a pretty good listener. You want me to tell you so much about myself, I need to know more about you," Sam grinned back at me, and the tension ebbed like it'd never been there to begin with.
"Fair enough," Sam nodded, "Ask me any question."
"Why are you working here?" I asked, crossing my arms and giving Sam a smug smile.
"I felt a little sorry for Dr. Jeerings." She said. "And anyways, I figured I could use a little extra money now and then…"
"Why did you save that kid yesterday?" I pressed on. I wanted to see how far I could push it before she got uncomfortable. More then that, though, I wanted to know what she thought of Phantom, but it would sound weird if I just blurted it out right away.
"Instinct, I guess," Sam shrugged, "I didn't want to sit around and do nothing while a little kid was in danger." I had to admit, I was impressed. This girl would make a really great mom some day…
'ACK!'
"And Phantom? Why did you go with him?" I asked quickly before I could continue that line of thought.
"I dunno," Sam sighed, "I just got the feeling I could trust him. I'm a pretty good judge of character,"
"Really?" I grinned. I really couldn't help it, "What did you think of Phantom?" I wasn't sure to feel proud or jealous when she blushed at the question. Really, what kinda guy gets JEALOUS of HIMSELF?
"He's… interesting," Sam said vaguely.
"Is that good or bad?" I asked blankly.
"Figure it out for yourself," Sam replied, grinning playfully. I laughed.
"Well, do you like him?" I continued
"I think he's an honest, loyal guy who needs a few trustworthy friends," Sam said firmly, "Other then that, I couldn't say. I've only met him once."
"Maybe," I said, bemused. Did I really seem that lonely to her?
"Maybe?" Sam repeated with a pointed look. Knowing she wanted me to say more, I gave her the smile Dad swore Jazz and I had inherited from mom whenever she had a secret. It was one of the few looks in the world that could drive him nuts and didn't have anything to do with ghosts, since Dad didn't like things being kept from him. (Irony.)
"For all you know, Phantom could have loyal and trustworthy friends," I told Sam carefully, knowing this was my chance to leave a big impression, "Maybe only a handful, but more then enough to keep him safe and happy. Maybe he's looking for something different… something he sees in you that he's never seen in anyone else…" I hid a grin when Sam blushed again, trying to think of more things to say to get her to react like that. It was really cute, after all…
"Yeah, right," Sam snorted, "A superhero like that can do way better then me," I frowned a little at that. Did she really have such a low opinion of herself?
"Well, if he did like you, would you be interested?" I asked her, refusing to give up, "Hypothetically."
"Well hypothetically," Sam repeated, smirking, "I'd have to say that I don't know him well enough to decide something like that,"
'So she's not interested in Phantom, huh?' I thought, honestly a little disappointed, 'Guess that means a geeky loser like Fenton doesn't stand a chance…' Still, it was worth a shot, right?
"I see," I said out loud.
"Why so interested in my opinion on the ghost-boy, anyways?" Sam asked, sounding curious. I felt myself blush before I could stop myself.
"No reason!" I assured her, chuckling nervously "Just… ah… just trying to make conversation!" I cringed inwardly at having to use her excuse from earlier, sounding even more lame then usual.
"Well, do you have any more questions?" Sam asked, "Or is this conversation over?" I hesitated. Should I?
'It's now or never, pal,' I told myself.
"Actually, there is once more thing…" I said, trying to work the words out in my head so I didn't sound like a dork, "Ah, look, this may be a little… bold… but see there's a dance coming up soon…" Right on cue, my ghost sense went off, alerting me to danger. I couldn't help but groan "Not now…"
'I'm starting to think Tucker's right about tem timing these things…' I thought sourly.
"What?" Sam asked, looking confused and disappointed. It was too late, though, the moment was lost and someone could get hurt if I didn't stop the ghost.
"Nothing," I said, picking up al my bags, "I gotta go. See you around, Sam!" And before the girl could protest, I left, knowing that my chances of getting a date were probably nonexistent now.
Making sure no one was around, I snuck into an alley to transform, and leave my bags somewhere I could pick them up later. Still a little sour that the ghost had blown my big chance, I was a little more angry then usual as I cried out.
"Goin' Ghost!"
"Now where are you…?" I muttered to myself, looking around for the ghost. I couldn't see anything in the nearby shops, but he was definitely somewhere nearby. I frowned in confusion.
'It's way too quiet for a ghost attack…' I noted, wondering what was going on, 'Did my ghost sense go off as a fluke?' I doubted it. My ghost sense had always been my most reliable power, why would it go nuts on me now?
It didn't make any sense, though, since there was none of the screams for help that usually came with ghost attacks. The only two humans 'd ever seen face a ghost down on their own were Valerie and…
I stopped, paling.
'Oh, no…'
Wheeling around, I shot back through the walls of the Yin/Yang Pharmacy, nailing the ghost as he advanced on Sam and sending us both into the storage room, where a pile of empty boxes stopped his trip.
I frowned at the ghost, who was way too familiar and far less then welcome. Bertrand was the snippy little assistant of Spectra, and like her he fed on teen misery. Jazz had helped me beat them once before, but now I was on my own.
"Bertrand," I said coolly, "I thought you and Spectra went packing after the Fenton Peeler thing." The first response from the green ghost was a toothy grin.
"Times chance, kiddo," He mocked me, "And plans change with them! Not that you'll figure that out until it's too late…" I asked, my eyebrow kicking up. Some great master plan…
"Of course not." Bertrand said, disappearing. I froze up, steadying myself for an attack that never came. Instead, I heard a muffled noise behind me before Bertrand finished his little speech. "We just wanted to borrow your little girlfriend for a bit," I twisted around, feeling my insides go cold at the sight of the goth Bertrand was restraining.
"SAM!" I yelled out, guilt and fear consuming me. Bertrand laughed.
"If you want her back, meet us at the abandoned hospital!" He called. "Ta!" Before I could stop them, Bertrand teleported away, and I growled, angry at myself for falling into such a stupid, obvious trap and getting Sam in danger because of it.
Taking out my cell phone, I dialed Tucker number frantically.
"Tucker here," My friend responded when he picked up on the other line, "I'm kinda busy now, so can you make this-"
"TUCKER!" I shouted, cutting my friend off, "We've got a problem."
"Does it come with a name?" Tucker asked.
"Two," I said grimly, "Spectra and Bertrand,"
"Them again?" Tucker said, and I could tell he was making a face. "What did they do this time?"
"They kidnapped Sam," I answered.
"Why would ghost kidnap your roommate?" Tucker asked, bewildered.
"Not Samuel!" I scowled, "Samantha!"
"…We know a Samantha?"
"I do," I sighed, "Look, long story short I met that girl again and Bertrand kidnapped her so I have to get her back."
"Oooh…" Tucker said, "How does Sam fit into all this again?"
"TUCKER!"
"Alright! Alright!" Tucker said, "What do you need?"
"Take all my stuff to my dorm for me and come to the abandoned hospital at the edge of town," I said, "Bring me a Fenton thermos and anything else you can get your hands on,"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Tucker said, "Back up, did you just say to come to an abandoned HOSPITAL?" I groaned, belatedly remembering Tucker's fear of any and all places that offered any sort of medical aid.
"Come on, Tucker, you don't even have to go inside!" I said, exasperated.
"Right," Tucker said firmly, "Cause I'm not going,"
"Tucker!" I growled, "Someone's LIFE is in danger!"
"Can't Jazz go?" Tucker whined.
"She's volunteering at East Mercy hospital today," I reminded Tucker, "She had to turn her cell off there, remember? And this isn't something you page someone about…" Tucker groaned.
"It always comes back to hospitals, doesn't it?" He grumbled. "Fine! Just don't expect me to come inside! She's your girlfriend, pal, your problem!"
"Thanks, Tucker," I said, sighing in relief. I glared when the hospital came into view, phasing through the wall into the building.
It didn't take me long to find Spectra, her aura was full of so much darkness and misery it was hard to miss. Plus she'd 'fed' recently, which always left her pretty open to anyone with half a sixth sense. When I got to the room she was in, I found Bertrand there as well, along with Sam, who was lying on a cot, unmoving. I glared suspiciously as Spectra.
"What did you do to her?" I growled out.
"Relax, Danny," Spectra said, smirking. "Your little girlfriend is fine. She's just unconscious is all."
"Sam's not my girlfriend!" I protested, "We've barely spoken!"
"Obviously you've spoken enough, if Bertrand here thinks you have an intimate relationship her," Spectra said, flicking a thumb at her assistant. "There's no use denying the obvious Danny," I glared. It kind of spooked me that Spectra used my name. She was one of the only two ghosts that did so, after all
Kitty was the other one. Vlad always called me by my full name, with was actually more irritating in it's own right. Everyone else just called me by nicknames, Ghost-kid, Ghost-child, Ghost-boy, Punk, Brat, Whelp, Dipstick…
"Well what do you want?" I asked sharply.
"Isn't it obvious, Danny?" Spectra asked, "All I want is revenge." And, before I could say or do anything else, Spectra attacked me.
Dodging her attack, I punched Spectra away only to be attacked from the side my Bertrand. Instinct had me going intangible before I hit the wall, so I went flying through a couple rooms before I regained control, flipping and going tangible again to launch myself off the side of a cot and into Bertrand as he flew into the room.
That's when my phone rang.
Growling slightly, I flipping it opened and hide behind a fallen desk to protect myself from the ecto-blasts Bertrand was throwing around now.
"Look, I'm kinda busy right now!" I snapped, shooting a blast back as I talked and cringing when I saw Spectra had rejoined the fray, "So if this isn't something REALLY important-!"
"Easy, man!" Tucker said, "I'm here, alright?" I sighed in relief.
"All set?" I asked.
"You know it," Tucker responded. Grinning, I shut my cell again, flying out to confront the ghosts.
"Catch me if you can, slowpokes!" I cried out, shooting through the walls at top speed. Glaring, Spectra and Bertrand followed, straining to keep up with my pace and completely oblivious to my trap.
'And she's supposed to have a PhD…' I thought dryly.
Leading the two outside, I circled around until I found Tucker. Then I turned again to face down my opponents.
Bertrand reached me first in his feline form, and I dodged his attack before grabbing his tail and swinging him around a few times, throwing him at Spectra, who went intangible to avoid getting hit. Bertrand smacked into a tree, and a burst of blue light later he became the least of my problems.
Spectra reached me not too long later, and I felt the wave of her demoralizing aura before she could even touch me. Shaking it off the best I could, I dodged her first attack only to get hit by a second surprise hit, sending me to the ground.
"Some hero," Spectra laughed mockingly, "If you can't even save those you love, how do you expect to keep the rest of the world safe?"
'Don't let her get to you, Danny,' I told myself, 'Remember what Jazz said, use her own technique against her, crush her spirit and she can't touch anyone else's,'
"Better then being a nothing that feeds on misery," I said out loud. "Right now you barely have an existence and you're lecturing me about how I should spend my life?" Spectra scowled at me, and I knew I'd hit a nerve.
"But I do have an existence," She said with a cold smile. "And that's all that matters to me,"
"Yeah, yeah," I yawned, going in for the kill, "Can we get this over with while at least I'M still young, Hag?" Spectra howled in rage at that, diving to attack me carelessly, her blows wild and angry. Grinning, I dodged them all, almost having fun now.
When Spectra finally left me an opening, I took it and kicked her hard in the stomach so she slumped against a rock. Seeing his sue, Tucker instantly sucked the ghost up.
"Gimme that," I said, taking the thermos from my friend. "You've had too many accidents with it recently and I'm not taking any chances."
"Anything that gets me away from this place faster," Tucker said, cringing up at the hospital, "Can we go now?"
"Just a sec," I said, flying back into the abandoned hospital and to the room Sam was being kept in. She was still curled up on the cot when I found her, but thankfully she was still breathing. Spectra hadn't killed her or anything like that. Gathering the girl in my arms, I flew back out to meet Tucker.
"That her?" Tucker asked curiously, "She's kinda cute… Still, never took you as the goth type, man,"
"Hey, she's really nice," I defended Sam, "Not to mention brave,"
"Whatever," Tucker shrugged, "What are you gonna tell her?"
"The truth," I answered. "She deserves that much, right?"
"If you say so," Tucker said, "I'll get back to Casper. Unlike some people, I actually get into trouble for skipping curfew."
"What can I say, invisibility rocks," I said grinning. Tucker laughed as he gave me a short wave and started back to his scooter and I took to the air again, heading towards FentonWorks to set Spectra and Bertrand back into the Ghost Zone.
I sighed as I rested against my tree, ignoring the way Spook kept his attention trained on Sam, who was lying on the ground.
I hadn't known what to do with her. After all, I couldn't take her to my dorm for obvious reasons, and taking her to the shop would be suicide since everyone probably thought I was the one who kidnapped her, and since I didn't know where she lived, it left me in a bind.
Finally, I decided to bring her to the forest and wait for her to wake up. She could find her way home from there, after all…
As I waited, I studied the girl curiously. The dark image of a girl who kept others at an arm's length was destroyed by the pure innocence of her peaceful sleep. Her face looked softer now, more angelic. I knew she was about the same age as me, but she looked impossibly young right now…
'Yeah, but I'm young, too,' I reminded myself bitterly, 'I'm 15, still just a kid. But taking on what I have makes me feel older then I am sometimes…' I mentally sighed before my attention went back to Sam as she started to wake up. Also sensing the girl was stirring, Spook flew silently down to rest at the girl's side for a closer look, making her eyes snap open in alarm.
"It's alright," I told her softly, "Spook won't hurt you," Sam blinked, then turned to face me, relaxing when she recognized who I was.
"Spook?" She questioned, glancing at the bird. Satisfied that Sam wasn't a threat, Spook returned to my side. "He's beautiful."
"Isn't he?" I couldn't keep my pride at my feathered companion out of my voice, "I found him about a year ago, in these woods. He was half dead thanks to some dumb jock who broke his wing by throwing stones at him." I saw Sam's face darken and grinned. "Don't worry, I made the jerk pay, believe me," I felt myself become a little more relaxed as Sam's wry smile.
"Did you save me again?" She asked, eyeing me curiously. I shrugged, smiling slightly.
"Spectra's not that big a deal," I told her.
"Do you say that about all the ghosts who attack you?" Sam asked, and I couldn't help but grin.
"Honestly? No," I laughed, thinking of the stronger ghosts I'd faced down, "There are some that are smarter and stronger then ghosts like Spectra and the Lunch Lady."
"What do those two score on the Ghost Scale?" Sam asked. I blinked in shock.
"You know about the Ghost Scale?" I asked, "I though you just moved here,"
'Why is that popping up all over the place all of a sudden?' I wondered to myself.
"I did," Sam answered at once, "One of my classmates told me about it, and I asked around," I grinned a little at that.
"Impressive," I complimented her, before sighing and thinking back on the last time I'd checked them, "I think Lunch Lady scored a 2.8, since she pretty much only controls meat." I noticed that Sam shuddered at that and wondered what that was about, "Bertrand was a 4.1, a fairly weak shape-shifter and Spectra was a 6.12,"
"Nice to know that she was right about one thing," Sam said, sounding bitter. I stiffened.
"She spoke to you?" I asked sharply, flying down to her side. Anything Spectra said couldn't have been good, especially if it got this reaction from her, "What did she say?"
"Nothing that wasn't true," Sam sighed in depression. My lips thinning, I grabbed the girl gently by her chin and made her turn to face me.
"Listen to me," I told her sternly, "Spectra was a psychologist when she was alive, and in death she keeps herself young by feeding off the misery of teenagers. She even tricked me that way at first. Even if you think whatever she told you was true, beating yourself up over it just means that she won," Sam frowned in concentration for a few minutes as she thought about all this.
"Ghosts age?" She blurted out. I forced myself not to laugh at the question.
"Some do," I answered, "It depends on how powerful they are. Powerful ghosts stay the age they died at for forever, while weaker ones will age."
"What's the cut off point?" Sam asked.
"Somewhere around 8.5. Don't change the subject."
"Who's changing the subject?" She asked "I'm not changing the subject."
"You still haven't told me what she said," I pointed out. Sam flinched and, worried I was trading deep waters, I added, "You don't have to tell me if it's super personal, but if you really want me to trust you as someone I can talk to…" Sam huffed and crossed her arms, looking irritated and cute.
"Fine, fine!" She moaned before her face fell into a serious look, "…She told me I was weak. She said… she said I was always getting in the way, always counting on other people to save me," I frowned at that. That sounded like Spectra alright…
"You're not weak." I told her right off the bat. Sam laughed bitterly in return.
"How do you know?" She asked me, "You don't know me, and we've only spoken what, one time?"
"Still, I know you're not weak," I insisted, annoyed she had so little faith in her courage when it was so obvious to me, "Actually, I've never seen a girl as strong as you are, that's one of the things that makes you so interesting." Sam stared at me.
"One of?" She repeated, smiling and blushing slightly, "As in there are more things that make me interesting?"
"Of course," I grinned shamelessly. For some reason, it was always easier for me to be braver and Phantom. "Your courage, for one. I've never met anyone else who will dive into a ghost infested restaurant to save a kid they've never met,"
"You were the one who did all the real work," Sam insisted.
"Yeah, but I have paranormal powers most people would only dream about," I reminded her bitterly. "Of course, when it comes to paying the price it takes for those powers, pretty much all of those people would rather go without 'em," Not that I got a choice…
"How did you die?" Sam asked, flinching as soon as she finished the question. I froze.
"I'd rather not talk about that," I said, hoping that would steer her away form THAT subject.
"Right," Sam shifted guiltily. "Sorry."
"Hey, you're probably not the first person to wonder that." I said, shrugging slightly, "You ARE the first to have the guts to ask, though. Then again, most people scream and run when they see me."
"Paulina wouldn't," Sam said. Part of me wondered how she knew Paulina as I answered that challenge
"Actually, she's really not any better," I told her. "It's just that she screams and runs TOWARDS me instead of away. In a way, that's worse, since she can come up out of nowhere and start attacking me like a rabid fangirl." Sam laughed at that, and I had to smile "You know, you've got a cute laugh," I grinned as Sam blushed furiously, looking at the ground.
"Can I just ask you one more question?" She asked me in an almost shy sort of way.
"Shoot," I responded.
"Why did that ghost kidnap me, of all people?" She asked. I blushed, remembering what Spectra had said.
"…That was my fault," I told her guiltily, "She kidnapped you because Bertrand thought we have an… 'intimate relationship,' in his own words," Sam blushed herself at that.
"What could've given him that idea?" She asked. My face heated up even more at that.
"Who knows," I said, my heart pounding, "Anyways, I understand if you want to take back what you said earlier. About wanting to listen to my problems, I mean,"
"Are you kidding?" Sam looked bewildered, "Why would I do that?"
"Because my enemies have already started targeting you when we can count the number of conversations we've had on one hand," I told her, worried that Spectra had hit her too hard when she knocked her out, "Sam, if I keep talking to you like this, it'll only get you into more trouble."
"I'll be fine," Sam insisted stubbornly. "I'm not going to let a screwed up Psychologist and her glowing lackey scare me into a corner, and I still want to be friends with you," I felt my heart skip a beat at that.
'What kind of girl is she…?' I wondered. I never would've imagined a girl like this could exist…
"You honestly don't care that ghosts are going to try and attack you because of me?" I had to ask, just to get a straight answer for once if someone really could accept me in the aftermath of what I'd been through.
"Well, I am kinda mad that I can't protect myself from them," Sam said begrudgingly, "But no matter what Spectra says, I know you'll be there to help if things get out of hand, and I really appreciate that," I smiled, feeling as though a weight had been lifted from my shoulders.
"Wow," I laughed, "I never thought any girl would be willing to stay in a ten foot radius of me once ghosts started attacking them for it," Sam blushed slightly at that.
"Well then," She said, "I guess I'll have to prove you wrong," I grinned at the challenge in her voice.
"You do that," I said, hesitantly preparing to fly off. "I'd better go…"
"Um, Phantom?" Sam's voice stopped me before I could head out, "I'm working tomorrow. I come in at five," It took me a second to realize she was inviting me to visit her at work.
"I'll try to swing by," I said, smiling. Feeling I needed to warn her, I added, "But you might wanna call your boss up first and make sure you weren't fired" With that out of the way I flew off.
'Weird…' I thought to myself as the wind played with my hair, 'As much as I'm learning about her, I still can't figure her out at all…'
WoM- This one was a whole two pages longer then SoS. TWO PAGES! 'dizzy,' I need sleep…
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