WoM- This is gonna be weird for me for a while… 'sweatdrops,' Then again, I've never done companion pieces before, either. Ah, well. One of the things I'll get used to, I suppose…
Danny: (Pointing out Jazz) What the heck is she so happy about?
Sam: Don't ask me. I'm usually the sour one around here, but compared to everyone else, I'm the Goth bird of happiness.
Opera Ghost
I sighed to myself in exhaustion as I entered the dorm, frowning when I saw that the lights were off and the TV on, even though Sam was nowhere to be seen. He was never one to waste electricity… Shrugging to myself, I walked over to turn the News broadcast off, when a familiar face made me stop dead.
"Tonight at his big Press Conference in Wisconsin, the multi-billionaire Vlad Masters announced that the young son of his former college roommate and best friend, Danny Fenton of Amity Park, will become the sole proprietor of all the resources own by Masters Corps.
Despite the fact that he is only fourteen, Mr. Masters assures the public that his company is safe in the hands of the boy, who he is in the process of adopting now that his parents have been missing for almost a year."
I gritted my teeth, glaring down at Vlad's smiling face.
'So, he went through with it…' I thought sourly, my fists clenching in the urge to hit something.
"Congratulations, Ghost-child," I heard a voice say behind me. "You're getting everything a boy your age could ask for,"
Forgoing the battle call, I went ghost and turned to glare at the man standing behind me in the high-tech battle suit.
"Not me," I growled, "I never asked for any of this!" Skulker's smirk widened.
"Oh?" He said mockingly, "More money then you could ever use, powers beyond your wildest dreams, fame and acknowledgement where ever you go? You never wanted any of these?" I glared.
"No, I didn't," I snapped.
'And I'd give it all up for things to go back to normal,' I added in my head. I wanted things the way the should've been, My family all happy and safe under one roof, Tucker and me only having normal things like cheat codes and homework to worry about, seeing Sam wherever I wanted without worrying about putting her at risk…
'Well then," Skulker said, "You won't mind if I take these from you," He pointed the barrel of his gun at me, "Along with your life!"
Instincts guiding me, I flew into the air to avoid the blasts of energy Skulker was shooting at me recklessly, not caring what else he destroyed in the process. He caught up with my pretty quickly, though, hitting me with a punch that had me seeing stars as it sent me flying into Sam's room to find him curled up on his bed, fast asleep.
I tensed at my loud landing, looking over to see if Sam stirred while Skulker came into the room.
"Calm yourself, Ghost child," the ghost hunter said, "He's been breathing in a powerful sedative for the last half hour. It knocks a human out cold without affecting ghosts."
I scowled at Skulker, and after one last glance at Sam I decided to take the fight somewhere else. Turning intangible, I shot through the walls of the dorm to the outside.
Without missing a beat, Skulker followed, still attacking me the whole way. Gritting my teeth, I evaded his attacks until I could finally turn and blast him. Instead of taking the hit, though, Skulker hit a button on his suit and was surrounded by a mini ghost shield, which ricocheted my attack back towards me so I had to dodge it.
"That's new…" I muttered to myself. Apparently Skulker heard me, though, since his grin widened.
"So's this!" He yelled, hitting another button on his wrist. Before I could react, I was surrounded with a glowing pink energy field. Hitting another button, Skulker made it so that thin, razor sharp laser beams shot out of the wall, which made painful, stinging cuts whenever I touched them. "Been waiting a long time for this, ghost-child…" my foe said as he flew closer in his moment or triumph. "Once your skull is merely decoration for my mantel piece, both worlds shall quake at the name Skulker!" His words didn't connect at first, but when they did…
"Quake, Huh?" I panted, "Sounds like a plan!" And without any more warning, I let loose a Ghostly Wail.
The earth around us trembled as Skulker's energy cage shattered, and the ghost himself went flying in the force of the attack. Grabbing my thermos, I sucked him up and flew back into my dorm, which was as far as I made it before collapsing to the floor.
"DANNY!"
I groaned at the familiar voice, peeling my eyes open to meet worried amethyst gems. Not thinking, I immediately connected them with the girl who'd been on my mind for the last few days.
"Sam?" I called out.
"What the hell happened?" Sam asked me. My vision cleared and I saw it wasn't Sam but… well… Sam.
'I've gotta come up with some kind of system for that…' I thought vacantly.
"Oh!" I grimaced, "Sorry. I thought you were Sam." As I closed my eyes again, a part of me realized this wouldn't make any sence to the kid, but I was too beat up to care. Damn, what WERE those lasers Skulker hit me with…?
"Can you get up?" Sam asked me.
"Yeah," I said, trying to prove it. Shooting pains brought me down again before I got up more then a foot off the ground.
'Ow!' I thought, screaming curses in my head as my vision went black for a second.
"…Just gimme a second. I'm fine," I was too proud to admit I was stuck, even though Sam could probably tell on his own.
"Hang on, Danny," I heard him say as I started to get over my dizzy spell, "I'll call the infirmary and we'll-!" My heart froze at the word 'infirmary.'
"If you get sick at school they'll send you straight to the Infirmary and you'll be exposed!"
"NO!" I yelled, grabbing Sam before he had the chance to get away. "No infirmary! No doctors!"
'It's bad enough people know I'm Vlad's heir,' I told myself bitterly, 'I don't know what I'll do if they find out about the Phantom thing now too!'
"What are you talking about, Danny?" Sam asked, glaring at me, "You're a mess! Look, I'm calling a doctor right now, you need one in case you haven't noticed." Sam tried to pull away, but I refused to let him go.
"Call Jazz," I told him, trying to keep my tone from becoming too pleading, "She'll know what to do," Sam sighed irritably as he rolled his eyes.
"Danny, I don't think-!"
"Please," I said, too tired to hold off how helpless I felt anymore. My strength was fading fast… "Please Sam, if you're gonna call someone, please let it be Jazz," Sam studied me for a moment, his face softening into a gentle expression that seemed a little familiar…
"Fine," he sighed, "But you seriously owe me!" I relaxed, relief flooding through me as I laid back down, my eyes focused on a spot on the ceiling Skulker had scorched in our fight.
'The ghosts are getting braver,' I thought bitterly as Sam left to make the phone call. 'Before none of them would attack like this. They're getting stronger, too, to leave me in this condition. Either that or I'm getting weaker.' I sighed mentally, closing my eyes.
But how could I be? I was fighting every day now, powerful opponents that could seriously hurt people. I won against all of them, even if the victory was close. So why did I feel like things were only getting harder for me?
'Maybe I'm just being overworked,' I thought. That was probably the most optimistic way to think about things. After all, we don't know exactly what the Fenton Portal did to me. I could be dying and not even know it…
I pushed that thought away as soon as it came.
'No way,' I said firmly to myself. 'I can't be dying! After all, Vlad's still fit, and he was hit with the high charge of ectoplasm twenty years ago.' I relaxed a little at that thought. After all, there hadn't been anything to differentiate my powers from Vlad's before, why would that change now?
Something else was the problem, but I had no idea what. And honestly, I didn't want to think anymore. I was tired of being a superhero, tired of having to hide things from people I wanted to be closer to, and just plain tired.
All I wanted to do was close my eyes and go to sleep. Maybe if I did, I'd wake up and find myself back in bed in FentonWorks, and find out that the Phantom thing had all been one long, painful dream…
'But it's not,' I reminded myself, 'None of it's a dream. And ignoring who I am now won't make anything go away, and I could never turn my back on people who were in danger.' I smiled wryly to myself, 'Face it, Fenton, your life now belongs to Danny Phantom…' I brought myself out of my thoughts when I felt someone stop next to me, looking up to see Sam had returned from his phone call.
"Is Jazz coming?" I asked. If she couldn't make it, I was probably toast. I'd been doing this long enough to be able to tell serious injuries from minor ones…
"Yeah," Sam answered as he tried to lift me. His smaller frame couldn't support me, though, not with all the body-building I'd done thanks to my side job. Whop knew ghost hunting was such a great career for the fit…? "She's on her way. Come on, you need to get into your bed."
"Right." I said, lifting myself off the ground to give the smaller boy a break. I cringed at the pain that was shooting through me again
Ignoring it the best I could, I started towards my room, half supported by Sam. The black spots at the corner of my vision were closing in on me again, and I was fighting the urge to outright collapse on the floor.
'Jazz is absolutely gonna kill me for nearly killing myself,' I thought absently. I sighed mentally. Ah, well, at least I'd obeyed her as far as the Sam thing went. As much as I wanted to head back over to Yin/Yang and talk to her again, I'd avoided it to keep her out of harm's way.
Sam was tough, but there was no way she could last against a ghost like Skulker or Walker, and it Vlad ever found out about her…
The thought alone sent fearful chills down my spine. Vlad wasn't above using the ones a person loved to get back at his enemies. I knew that, and he knew I knew that. So why put the noose around my own neck then, especially if it meant throwing one around Sam too? I wasn't gonna be that selfish, no way.
I barely noticed when we reached my room, except for Sam's startled gasp. I cringed, just then remembering that I'd forgotten to clean away the ghost hunting stuff. Oops… hey, did the floor always move like that? It was kind of like the rocking of a boat. Back and forward… back and forward…
'Skulker's made my list now, too,' I thought bitterly, 'If he used some kind of freaky ghost drug to kill me…'
"Hang on, Danny," I heard faintly heard Sam say as we started to move again. That wasn't helping my head, by the way. Or my stomach for that matter.
'Guess it's a good thing I forgot to eat last night after all,' I thought vaguely to myself. Realizing I was suddenly in my bed, I buried my face into my pillow, happy to be somewhere that I could rest. Especially since I suddenly felt so cold…
"I'll be right back. I just need to call the office and tell them we can't come to class today."
I didn't catch that he said 'we' instead of you until he was gone, and I was to weak to protest by then anyways. All I want to… do… was… s l e e p…
I'm not sure how long I slept, but when I next woke up I found myself headache-free, with no more stinging cuts or dizziness. I was warm now, too, which was definitely a nice plus. Still felt sore and tired, though…
"Jazz?" I called out, knowing on hunch alone that my sister was still in the room. I was still too tired to sit up and see for myself, but I didn't need to after all. Jazz appeared like magic seconds later, frowning down at me in worry.
"Don't move around too much," she advised me, "I don't want to even think of re-stitching that cut on your side. Just rest for now, the poison's almost out of your system, but I don't want to take any chances of it becoming overpowering again, especially with how potent it is…"
"Poison?" I repeated blearily as I relaxed and did as my sister ordered.
"It's that rare, powerful toxin that was made in the Ghost Zone," Jazz sighed, "You remember, you're the one who told me about it. Ghostbane or whatever…" I groaned in remembrance of one of the few poisons in the world deadly to even ghosts, cursing Skulker yet again. "Don't worry, I got it out of you before any difficulties developed."
"So I'm just bedridden for the night," I sighed.
"Looks like it," Jazz said, seeming almost happy with this fact. I guess she was really worried that I was going to hurt myself to be so cheerful about me being forced to take a break… "Don't worry, Tucker and I will handle any problems that come up."
"But it's my responsibility," I argued, "You should get back to school, Jazz, you're already missing class because of me."
"I think this will constitute as a family emergency, Danny," Jazz said dryly before she sighed, "Don't worry, okay? Tucker and I know we're human and that we have limits, okay? We'll just stick with ecto-guns and the thermoses. Speaking of which…" I looked up and saw that Jazz was holding the thermos that I'd caught Skulker in, shaking it to hear the rattling in the inside. "It this the one that beat you up so bad?"
"Yeah," I sighed, "Skulker. He popped up outta nowhere last night after I was already tired from dealing with Ember again."
"Yeah, I saw that she got out late last night," Jazz said, frowning over at my laptop with was sitting on my dresser, Ember's pictures on her profile page scowling back at me.
The icon in the corner that Tucker and I had rigged to the Ghost Portal earlier this week so we knew when a ghost got out and who it was before my ghost sence even had to go off showed that she was still in the Ghost Zone. I frowned in annoyance at my older sister.
"Didn't we talk about you touching my stuff before, Jazz?" I asked irritably.
"It wasn't me!" Jazz said defensively, "Talk to Sam! She's the one who was playing around with it." I was too tired to point out to Jazz that she'd made a mistake about my roommate's gender.
"Did he say anything?" I asked, "He didn't find anything vital, did he?" I paused thoughtfully for a moment, "Hey, how did he get my password anyways?"
"It's Paulina Fenton," Jazz said dryly, "You haven't changed it since you were in middle school," I blushed.
"I never had time," I muttered, shifting around slightly before I remembered Jazz's warning and stilled. "Does he suspect anything?"
"I don't think so," Jazz sighed, "And if he does, leave it to me. You're too weak to be playing secret-keeper, ghost-boy. I'll fill you in on what Sam thinks later so our stories sync up."
"Got it," I sighed, a little relieved. I was starting to get tired again anyways, I didn't want to have to lie to anybody.
"Oh, and Danny?" Jazz said, smiling down at me and taking one of my hands, "I'm really proud of you. You know that, right?" I smiled as Jazz squeezed me hand. She did this every time I got injured really badly, and I knew it was a way of reassuring herself I'd always be okay as much as it was something I needed to hear.
"I know," I answered, "And I'm really glad you're here to take care of me, Jazz." I didn't know what Jazz had given me to counteract the poison, but I now wondered if it was worth it. I just knew that the fact I'd said that was going to embarrass me to death after all the side effects wore off…
…but looking at Jazz's face afterwards made me decide it was worth it after all.
"Hey, everyone needs someone to look out for them, Danny," Jazz said, wiping at her happy tears as if to hide them from me. "Even superheroes." I smiled wryly.
"Sam keeps comparing me to superman," I confided to her, "Because I heal so fast." A little bit of Jazz's smile faded for some reason before it was replace with a gentle, knowing look.
"I don't think that's the only reason, Danny," She told me. Standing up, she kissed me on the forehead, "Get some sleep, Danny. You need to rest now, and I need to do a little damage control."
"Right," I sighed, my eyes getting heavy. I didn't even have the strength to complain about the show of affection. "Night, Jazz…"
"Night, Danny," Jazz replied softly as the world faded out again…
"You know, I could think of a million and one doctors who would kill to know you're secret, Danny," Sam teased me lightly. "What superpowers let you heal from life threatening injuries in one night?" I laughed nervously. I knew that Sam didn't know about my powers, but talking about things like this always made me uncomfortable.
"Come on, Sam," I told him, "There's nothing special about me."
'At least nothing I can tell you about…'
"Anyways, are you sure you don't want to come?" I asked him again as I slipped on my shoes.
"Couldn't even if I wanted to," Sam chirped, "Lancer banned me."
"You sound choked up about that," I said in a droll tone, rolling my eyes.
"What can I say, I hide my grief well," I laughed at Sam's response, glancing at the clock.
"Anyways, I'd better go. Knowing Liz, it'll take me half an hour to get dressed." I made a face and suppressed a shudder at the thought of the dreaded costume Liz would no doubt stick me in, and Sam laughed at the look.
"Have fun," He called as I left, shutting the door behind me. I hesitated when there was a commotion behind the door for a few seconds, debating on whether or not to turn back before I shrugged it off and went ghost, going intangible and flying towards Wendy.
I enjoyed the feel of the night wind against my face, taking my time and flying at a leisurely pace, even swooping and soaring every once in a while like I'd often seen Spook do, happy to get a moment's peace.
I was supposed to meet up with Tucker and Valerie at the dance. Jazz was apparently going stag with Liz and me, despite the fact she'd gotten a ton of dance offers from guys at my school. She had mentioned that she'd invited another guy along so I didn't feel awkward sitting among girls, but she told me in just a casual tone that I couldn't help but get a little suspicious. Jazz was never casual unless havoc was about to break loose.
I sighed and shook these thoughts away, going invisible instinctively as I neared Wendy. I'd managed to avoid Paulina's date requests so far, and I didn't want to take any chances now that I was almost home free. It wasn't that I had a problem with her, it was just that going to a dance as Phantom would get a little awkward…
Besides, I didn't want to lead her on or anything. That was just mean…
I flew through wall after all without flinching, navigating my way through the nearly empty Wendy corridors to Liz's room in the Green Dorm.
Turning human again outside her door, I knocked three times and waited for a response.
"DANNY!" Yelping in surprise, I barely stopped myself from going intangible instinctively as Liz pulled me into the room, slamming the door behind me.
Jazz and Liz both stood there, fully dressed and very excited. Liz was wearing a slim white dress with a skirt that had a slit going up the left side and a thin metal black belt that had a star and moon pattern. The right side was sleeveless and the left had a thin strand of white cloth that was held together with a black gem
A choker was made of the same thin black metal as her belt was around her neck, looking like a modern version of an Egyptian necklace. A white glove with black hemming came up to her right bicep, and her eyes and nose were covered with a feathery, decorative mask.
Jazz's dress was a sea foam green, and glittery all the way down. It tied at the back of the throat, which you could see now that her hair was gathered into a curly ponytail at the top of her head, with a sparkly dragonfly clip added to the tie. Instead of a regular mask, my sister wore a gypsy mask across her mouth and nose, made of a flimsy see-through material trimmed in silver.
White elbow gloves were on her hands, with a silver bracelet clasped to one wrist. A blue sash tied loosely around her waist, with silvery tassels at the end. Glittery mask up had been applied around her eyes, drawing attention to them and giving her a mysterious glowing look.
I had to admit, they both looked really pretty… for Jazz and Liz, anyways.
"It's about time you got here!" Liz said, pulling me into a room, "I've got your costume set up on the bed. Not I'm gonna lock the door and refuse to left oyou out until you're dressed."
"Uh," I said, surprised. Before I could say anything else, Liz shut the door on my face. Puzzled I turned to the bed to see my costume and my eyes widened in horror. "LIZ!"
"I can't believe you two convinced me to dress up like this." I growled, glaring at my sister and her best friend.
"You look fine, Danny," Jazz assured me. "Anyways, I told you before that the design was all Liz's idea."
"Uh-huh," I said sarcastically, "And it has absolutely nothing to do with your play," Jazz blushed slightly and gave me an innocent look, which I met with a glare. My sister sighed.
"Come on, Danny," Liz grinned, "You'd make an awesome Phantom!"
'There's an irony here somewhere, but I'm too embarrassed right now to point it out,' I thought sullenly, crossing my arms and trying to ignore all the stares I was getting as we entered the Ballroom.
"Hey guys!" Tucker called out to us, waving from where he sat with Valerie, "Over here!"
"Quit griping and come on," Liz said, hauling me over to the table, "We came here to have fun, remember?"
"Hey guys," Valerie grinned at us. She faltered when she saw me, her green eyes widening. "Whoa, Fenton!"
"She did it," I growled, pointing an accusing finger at Liz as I sat down. The brunette just smirked back.
"Damn straight I did," She said proudly. "Ain't I a genius?" Tucker laughed into a napkin as Valerie shook her head.
"Come on, Tuck," The ghost hunter teased, "At least she can make a costume instead of buying it at a cheesy costume store."
"Hey!" Tucker said, feigning offence, "I paid good money for this outfit!"
"That's what scares me," Valerie said, shooting me a knowing smirk. I laughed as my best friend sulked to himself.
"Oh, sure!" He pouted to me, "Take her side!"
"Hey, Fenton," Valerie said, her eyes scanning around behind me, "If there any reason half the girls in this room are eyeing you like a cheesecake during a crash diet?" Confused, I turned to see what she was talking about.
My face heated up when I saw there actually were quite a few girls watching me, giggling, grinning knowingly and whispering to their friends. I felt my face heat up as I turned back to answer the question.
"Probably that thing with Vlad," I admitted, lowering myself a little more into my chair in hopes of avoiding the attention. No such luck, I could still feel holes being burned in the back of me head from their stares…
"Huh?" Valerie said.
"You didn't hear?" Tucker asked, sounding a little surprised, "Danny's officially Vlad's heir." I glared at my friend darkly and he grinned back sheepishly.
"Really?" Valerie said, sounding faintly surprised, "Congratulations," I didn't respond.
I knew Valerie got her weapons from Vlad, and I knew she knew it, too. I still had no idea how Vlad knew that Valerie would want revenge on ghosts, or how he got all the proper weapons to her so quickly after the accident since it usually takes a while to produce equipment of the quality Valerie used. Especially the costume she wore during the hunts…
"I'm going to get some punch," I said abruptly, standing up. I wasn't thirsty, but I did need an excuse to get away and walk around a bit to cool my head.
"Sure you don't need a bodyguard?" Valerie teased. I glared at her.
"Relax," Liz said, waving a hand carelessly. "They won't try anything. Trust me on that." I wondered for a second what Liz did to keep them at bay, but decided I could sleep better if I didn't know.
I made my way through the crowd and over to the punch bowl absently, just in case Liz or someone else was watching me. Last thing I wanted was for Liz to get mad at me for lying to her…
I yelped in surprise when a hand shot out of nowhere, grabbing me and hauling me into someone else's conversation.
"Then again, you already know him…" I blinked up at Mr. Marchez inn confusion and alarm, then turned to Mr. Lancer, the one Mr. Marchez was talking to, before I turned my attention to…
'No way…' I thought, my eyes widening.
Standing in front of me was Sam, looking more beautiful then I'd ever seen her in an amazing glittery blue dress with a dark violet second layer over the blue skirt. Three gems were sewn to the front with black cords that trailed up to her waist. The top was off the shoulders, with a black wrap clasped together by an amulet the same lilac as the gems in the front of her dress. The front of the top had a lighter blue color with the same black cords as before crisscrossing in front of it.
See-through black and violet butterfly winds floated gracefully behind her, and black fingerless elbow length gloves with silver bracelets clasped around each wrist decorated her arms. A velvet black choker with dangling sapphires was clasped at her throat, and lilac bands tied some of her hair up out if her.
Her mask looked like a blue and black butterfly with the same lilac gems on the feelers and wings. Her eyes were shadowed with a darker shade of violet, and her lips were painted a deep shade of blue.
"Danny?" Mr. Lancer said, surprised. "You know this girl?" Confused, I looked between the three of them again before it finally hit me that Sam was trying to get in and Mr. Lancer was playing bouncer.
"Ah, yeah!" I said, turning to smile at the girl in front of em and ignoring the pounding of my heart in my ears and the questions running through my head. "Glad you could make it, Sam. I was starting to worry you wouldn't show."
"Well, I did say I was gonna be a little late," Sam said, smiling back much more convincingly.
"See, Lancer?" Mr. Marchez said, pushing me towards Sam. "Now that that's taken care of, why don't you two go enjoy yourselves?" Before I could say anything, Sam grabbed my arm and pulled me away until we were away from the crowd.
"What are you doing here?" I asked the first question that made it to my mouth in all my confusion. This girl had managed to surprise me more in the last week then most ghosts did in the last few years.
"Looking for you," Sam replied. I blushed.
"M-Me?" I repeated, trying to lean against a nearby table casually. My eyes widened when my hand accidentally went through the table and I ending up on the ground.
'Oh, smooth Fenton,' A voice in the back of my head growled.
"Danny!" Sam gasped, leaning down to touch my shoulder, "Are you okay?"
"Fine," I told her, standing up and trying to shake off the strange feeling of Déjà vu…
"Weird," Sam said, frowning at the table, "It was almost like your hand fell right through…" I felt my face burn at that and forced out a fake laugh.
"What?" I squeaked out nervously, "What are you talking about? People's hands don't go through tables!"
"Hence why it was weird," Sam repeated dryly. "You sure you're okay?"
"I…" I sighed, "No, I'm not. I wasn't expecting to see you tonight."
"So you have been avoiding me," Sam accused me, glaring.
"It's not what you think, Sam!" I said quickly. "I just… well something came up and…"
"You mean the press conference?" Sam interpreted. "Danny, stupid things like money and who knows who doesn't matter to me,"
"It doesn't?" I asked, a little hopeful. If that stuff didn't bother her, then maybe…
"No, it doesn't," Sam smiled at me, "Look, I understand why you don't what to let anybody too close, Danny, but I really like talking to you, and I kinda hoped you liked talking to me too, so…" Sam trailed off and I couldn't help but smile as I took one of her hands.
"I do," I said, pulling her to the table Tucker and Valerie had claimed. "Come on, there are some people I want you to meet." Sam smiled and followed me as I led her to my friends. I noticed Jazz was on the dance floor and sighed in relief, glad that I could put off her yelling at me. There was no way she wouldn't think I'd asked Sam to come…
"Guys," I said as soon as we stopped at the table, "This is Sam, the girl I was telling you around. Sam, these are my friends; Tucker, Valerie and Liz,"
"Hello," Sam said with a small smile, studying them. When she finished, I smiled ruefully at her.
"Blame Liz for the outfit, by the way." I told her, motioning to my clothes. I heard Tucker start to snicker, and saw Liz stick her tongue out at me, but my attention was on Sam's face.
"Really?" She asked in surprise, studying me, then she turned to Liz. "You're a genius." I felt my face start to burn red at Liz laughed, a true sucker for compliments, especially ones like that.
"Oh, I like her!" She announced with a grin. Valerie start to laugh too as my face got even darker.
"Careful, Fenton," She teased, "That could become permanent, you know,"
"Shut up," I muttered back, pulling out Sam's chair. Sam sat down, smiling at me and I felt some of my nervousness and embarrassment recede as I smiled back.
"So Sam," Liz said. "Where are you from?"
"I go to Stretch Academy." Sam told her. "My parents live in Shanglinton,"
"Hey, Matt's family lives there!" Liz said, happy to turn the conversation to her crush (No matter how she tried to deny it). "Do you know that Mansons?" I frowned in confusion when Sam flinched slightly.
"Vaguely," Sam answered before standing up, "Can you excuse me? I have to go to the bathroom…"
"Right next to the entryway," Liz said, pointing through the crowd. "Want me to show you the way?"
"Nah, I'll be fine on my own," Sam told her walking away. As soon as she was gone, Liz turned to me.
"Keep her," She advised me, "I'm gonna start planning your wedding outfits when I get back to the Dorms.
"LIZ!" I growled, blushing slightly. Tucker and Valerie laughed.
"Well, she's okay, I guess," Tucker told me with a slight smile, "Just don't expect me to cover for you if you try to sneak her up to your dorm."
"That you who tried that, Tuck," I reminded my friend dryly.
"I think I could definitely tolerate her at the least," Valerie said with a sly grin, nodding to something behind me. Turning, I saw Sam nail Dash soundly in the face, sending him toppling into a punch bowl.
"Hands off, creep," She snapped at him before continuing toward the bathroom.
"I repeat; Keep her," I shook my head as I turned back to the conversation.
'Sheesh…'
WoM- Once again, longer then SoS. 'pouts' I've really gotta stop doing this to myself. And you! 'glares at Acelin' Obey me, darn you! Oh, and for those of you who've never seen/read Phantom of the Opera, Opera Ghost was actually what they called Erik in the book .It was only in the movie that he was referred to as Phantom. And yes, I am the kind of geek who takes the time to know this.
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Lateraina Wolf
Next update; February 1st
See you then!
ATTENTION!
As I'm sure most of you are already aware, Nick is threatening to canel Danny Phantom after just three seasons (for the official statement from Butch, go here http/ butchhartman. com/ forumIII/ index. php? act ST&f 2&t 7072&st 0# entry170905 without the spaces)
Naturally, I'm one of the people fighting to keep Danny Phantom running, so I beg you to send in letters with my own to the following address;
Cyma Zharghami or Marjorie Cohn
Nickelodeon
1515 Broadway
New York, New York
10036
USA
Attention: Programming.
And to sign the petition below (Again, without the spaces);
http/ www. petitionspot. com/ petitions/ SaveDannyplease
And don't forget to spread the word! With your help, we can save Danny!