Title: Glass Mirror
Author: Bunny Bubble
Rating: T
Pairing: Danny/Danny
Warning: yaoi, slash, wutever you call it. I have NO BETA so srry if any mistakes.
Disclaimer and Summary: First chap. Dun own DP. I own the Elite Eight, Crescent, Dawn, the plot, and other characters unseen in the series. If I did own DP reporters will be at my door for putting yaoi on TV in a kids show.
Me give reviewers treats: Chaos inducer, Starsaa, gabirella phantom, Caitlin june, and fan-girls2.0
AHHH WERE ALL GOANNA DIE IS NOT WORKIN!
Sam: IF ITS NOT WORKING THEN HOW COME THIS CHAPTER IS POSTED?
oh yea. ITS WORKING AGAIN! W00t!
Sam: dumbass..
Bunny: anyway...hello readers, It is I, Bunny Bubble! Aka Phantom Plushie, Aka Moonlight Dragon… etc etc you get it. Uhh, once again, we meet!
Sam: ((bonks Bunny on the head)) do you ALWAYS have to make a dramatic entrance?
Bunny: no…
Sam: hello readers, it is I, the creature of the night. One may say I am just a goth girl, but none knows what of my intentions… for- ((I whack Sam in the head)) OW!
Bunny: ;D Now who did you say was dramatic?
Sam: rawr.
Danny: um.. yes I also like cupcakes.
Chaos: ((Happy place)) YAY! GIMMIE A HUG!
Bunny: oO;; HEY! I thought you two were just talking.
Danny: we.. are… Chaos… ur…choking.. meh.. too..tight..need..air..
Chaos: oh.. srry hehe ;;;
Bunny: wow and I thought I was the one obsessed with hugs o.O;;;
Tucker: and this PDA is so cool! See, it does this…and this.. and this!
Hurinia: cool! Um.. shouldn't you use that button to let us out of the attic?
Tucker: zomg you're a genious.
Hurinia: … it was simplicity.
Tucker: … ((presses button))
((Tucker and Hurinia fall from the attic and land on my sofa in the living room near the kitchen. Then, they walk out the door talking something about a movie and how Chaos is going to pick them up))
Chaos: but I dun wanna pick them up… ((pouts))
Bunny: … gurl, there's a million things worse that can happen than you picking them up.
Danny: like what?
Anonymous Reader: SAM! I SHALT KILL JOO!
Everyone: o.O;;; wtf?
Sam: OMG (censored) I THOUGHT I SENT YOU FAR FAR AWAY… FOUR TIMES!
Anonymous Reader: But now, alas, I come from the chimney!
Danny: Bunny.. you have a chimney?
Bunny: no… o yea. But it's fake.
Chaos: … but it's still a chimney.
Bunny: good point.
Anonymous Reader: I shalt kill joo! ((picks up a random axe that popped out of nowhere and starts to chase Sam around the kitchen.))
Sam: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Here's the next chapter AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Danny (when thinking or mental conversation)/words/
Phantom (when thinking or mental conversation)/words/
Chapter 18: Finally There
Main PoV:
"Turn right, dear," Maddie Fenton bit her bottom lip. She knew that letting her husband drive was not a good thing. First of all, he always went above the speeding limit. Second of all, he always sang while he drove, and she had to admit, his singing was almost as bad as Tucker's. Almost, but not quite. Still… Thirdly and finally, Jack Fenton was really bad at remebering instructions.
"Like this? A ghost-hunting we will go, a gho-" Jack asked, then started to sing again, nodding his head as he turned the steering wheel.
"Yes… THAT'S A RED LIGHT!" Maddie took over the steering wheel and stopped the Fenton RV just in time. They were going to the GHOST (Ghost Hunters Organization at Saint Tarrows) convention center to have a ideal-family day there, but apparently, all they had achieved in the day was getting carsick.
"I… cannot believe this…" Jazz groaned, rolling her eyes. For the occasion and the sake of family vacations, she liked to wear something different for a change. Her headband was that same satin blue style, but with small intricate designs of monarch butterflies on the bottom right corner. She wore a small beige fleece jacket (since it was early December) over her light teal blouse with frills that matched her comftorable slacks which had three navy-colored stripes flowing down the side of each leg. Never endlessly tired of her normal black rubber korean shoes, she wore those with a small blue-jay sticker on the outer side of each. In her hands rested a rather large vermillion tome, titled "The Adventures of the Snake Who Whished to Fly."
((A/N: hehe srry if I get carried away with descriptions I'm in da mood xD))
"Can't believe what, that we're going to some ghost thingy, and you weren't able to worm your way out of the situation since you were too busy reading a book on a flying snake?" Danny asked, smirking and rolling his eyes at the same time. For the sake of dressing up in the name of family time (which meant every weekend when the Fentons had their family trips), he was forced to wear something different than his casual outfit, otherwise, as his delightful father had put it, the Fenton Stockades. Apparently, being in the contraption once hadn't cleared the eldest Fenton's mind of using the invention on his children.
Therefore, Danny had rummaged through his closet for a new outfit. He liked Sam's goth look, hell he could be goth, but he just wasn't willing to put up with the "look at me I can be evil," because then his nightmares would haunt him once more (the Dan Phantom ideal and similar scenarios). So, with much difficulty, he had chosen a white T-shirt with red trims on the shoulders and collar similar to the usual outfit he wore. In the center, though, was a broken heart and the words (in black) "I can be evil when I want to." Heck, it was the only shirt that was non-black and non-casual, so he went for it. Despite the weather, he didn't wear anything over the shirt, although he had on thick black chained pants with blood-red stripes down the sides like Jazzs'.
((yes the apostrophe is after the "s" I even checked the grammar book .. and forgive meh if I make Danneh-chan dress goth-like or something cuz im goth and I dun have any taste in fashion, literally.))
"No," Jazz glared, sighing as she took a peek at the page she was on in the book before closing it once more. "Dad's driving is preventing me from reading adequately!"
"That meas?" Danny blinked, as Jazz threw a wire-bound black dictionary at his head. "OW! Jazz!"
"What?" ?Jazz smiled smugly, "I didn't do anything."
"…" Danny rubbed his head, glancing at the other heavy tome. Just what was with her sister and large hardcover books? He had no idea, and he didn't want to find out. Lazily, he glanced out the windows, watching the passing cars; he was careful not to accidentally touch any buttons, as a similar occurrence to last time (the ectoplasmic goo with Jazz) got him being ignored by his elderly sister for around two weeks. It wasn't like he had a problem with his sister not talking to him.. it was just different. Shaking the memory that clouded his head, he mumbled a "are we there yet?" before watching the cars trail behind.
"No, we're not there yet," Maddie bit her bottom lip once more. This was insane. Her husband shouldn't have been nominated for his driving permit! He shouldn't have passed the driving test! Heck, the teacher shouldn't have passed him! This was insane! Hell, Maddie thinking that this situation is so insane, the authoress is going crazy and starts to poke her glasses! Uh.. sorry I'll get back on topic.
Anyways…
"RIGHT! TAKE A RIGHT!" Maddie pointed and yelled, "We're almost there kids, just about fifteen more minutes!"
"Or five, the way dad drives," Danny heard Jazz mutter before glancing at her strange novel once more. He wondered what his other friends were doing at the same time.
/Having a lot of fun, I'll bet/ he thought. /Tucker's probably being perverted, and Sam probably scared the poor baby she's babysitting for with some creepy scary movie./
/Yea, most likely./ Phantom nodded, replying to his thought.
/Who's there/ Danny jolted up in his seat for a moment, before remembering. He really needed to stop doing that. /Oh, sorry it's just you, Phantom./
/Just me? Uh, I am so insulted/ Phantom's voice rang in Danny's head as Danny tried not to suppress a laugh which threatened to escape from his mouth.
/Phantom/ Danny smugly grinned, turning towards the window and a little bit towards the seatbelt so no one could see him laughing of some sort (and labeling him insane! Oh, sorry that's just me). /You sound like a girl! Seriously/
/WHAT? Me? Never, that's like, totally not guanna happen/
/too late, it already did./
/Argh, but you're still gay./
/I SAID I was BI! THERE IS A DIFFERENCE/ Danny frowned in mock annoyance, rolling his eyes for the thousandth time before leaning on the part of his armrest that did not have any ghost's-worst-nightmare-activities buttons on it.
/Not when you're with me, there isn't/ came the reply.
/WHAT/ Danny's eyes widened. /We're not together! Well, yea we are, but we're not! ARGH! I'm confusing myself.. you know what I mean/
/Nope, I don't./ Phantom said. The tone of his voice implied that he really knew what Danny meant but wanted to keep it unknown, since it was driving Danny up the wall, almost literally.
/Ah, whatever. You mentioned something about a ghost catcher thingy. I'll try that first thing after school on Monday./
/Can't wait/ Phantom said, er, squealed, happily. /It'll be so much fun, we can sleep over each other's beds, and stay up late making out, and-/
/okay, now I'm officially freaked out./ Danny choked.
/You're not the only one/ Phantom pointed out. Apparently, Jazz noticed that Danny seemed to have some mental conversation with himself, so she shot him a questioning glance.
/Argh, better tell her, or who knows what else might happen/ Danny thought back before whispering the mental-link-conversation and some-sort-of-ghost-catcher-splitting-thingy discoveries to his elder sister.
"What are you two whispering about back there?" Jack asked, focusing his mirror on the kids rather than on his driving. "oh, I know! Danny, you've finally got yourself a girlfriend!"
"WHAT!" Danny gagged, "I didn't..i don't.. I'm not.."
"Of course you didn't!" Jack said, turning left when Maddie told him to turn right once more before Maddie just took over the steering wheel. "You've still gotta give Sam the ring first before it's official."
"WHAT?" Danny started, "but I don't like Sam like that! She's my best friend!"
"Your mother's my best friend," his father stated, "so was V-man, but I don't really know what happened to him."
/That was just wrong in so many ways./ Danny gagged as the realization hit him. /that was just so wrong./
((a/N: you'd have to be a perv to get this. Pervs rule D))
/that's because you're a pervert/ Phantom noted/note to self, never talk about private relations near Danny, otherwise he will start to think about something rather inappropriate./
/HEY/ Danny glared to no one in particular, before saying out loud, "Um.. I don't really have time on my schedule for a relationship right now, so Sam's definitely out of the question. Besides.. I'm not really.. interested."
"Ah, there will be a day," his mother said in a rather cheery sing-song voice. "I can imagine coming downstairs to eat breakfast, with Jack working on the latest edition of Fenton Techonology. Jazz would be making bacon and eggs with toast and applesauce, and Danny would be sitting on the sofa watching television, waiting for Sam to wake up. Then I'd see all the little children running around with Danny's hair and Sam's eyes…"
"MOM!" Danny yelled, ignoring Maddie Fenton's giggles at the rather troublesome scenario. "I don't like Sam like that…"
"You can always dream, can't you?" was all she said before she went back to yelling at her husband for taking another left when it was supposed to be a right.
/That. Was. Mentally. Disturbing./ Danny gulped, holding back the blush that crept onto his face.
/It was only disturbing because you're a pervert/ Phantom reminded him/Perversion can lead to many things. For example-/
/WE don't want TO KNOW, thank you VERy much./ Danny interrupted before Phantom could say anymore. Seriously, he didn't want to know what could possibly be in the ghost's mind, what was going on that he didn't have access to, that is.
/Don't worry/ Phantom reassured.. in a not-so-reassuring tone of voice. /Deep down, we're all perverts. Only few are crazy enough to actually let it surface into our daily activities and emotions./
/PHANTOM/ Danny pouted, crossing his arms. Before his ghost counterpart could answer, he wheels of the Fenton Family Ghost Assault Vehicle (the Fenton RV) came to a stop.
"We're here!" Jack Fenton jumped out of the car in that usual orange jumpsuit. For a "change," he had a giant waterproof rubber ducky sticker on the back of the jumpsuit.
"We're at the Ghost Hunters Organization at Saint Tarrows convention center, kids," Maddie Fenton said. Like all the Fentons had to do, she was to change her outfit somewhat, but she could never bear to leave the house without her comftorable, if not incredibly stylish, jumpsuit. She had some purple dandelion flower sticks on the collar of her jumpsuit, courtesy of Jazz for finding easily-removable waterproof stickers that stuck like a charm. "The GHOST place is really interesting. I've signed us all up for the ten-o-clock tour and activity plans!"
"Brilliant," Danny muttered, before jumping out of the RV, followed by a fakely over-eager Jazz Fenton.
"To the GHOST convention center!" Maddie yelled at the top of her lungs to the sky.. apparently, yelling to the skies was a Hungry fashion idea. Or was it? oO;;;
((Meanwhile))
Sam's PoVI really wonder if I'm cursed. Literally, technically, and theoretically. I, Sam Manson, hate babbysitting. It was not my idea to get an A+ on that sack of flower-project, but nevertheless I was pleased with the grade. However, I was nominated for the annual winter baby-sitting service club. Not knowing much about it, I signed up for it, just concentrating on the prize of a pair of gothic-looking pajamas if I babysat for five hours. Hell, I still need a few dozen hours of community service. However, I didn't know that the babies would be so troublesome.
Today is Sunday, and I'm at no. 402 Tarrows St.I'm babysitting for a three-year-old by the name of Chrissie. She has large hazel eyes and curly russet locks in little pigtails. She was a bit chubby, wearing a small yellow sweater and pink sweat pants. When I first saw her, I thought she was a adorable.. but three year olds… give me the shudders. And I've finally figured out why.
They say that the two-year-olds are bad. They say that the two-year-olds bite. But "they" have never seen three-year-olds. Chrissie is sitting on the lavender-hued sofa and watching television. She's watching spongebob.. or something like that. I, unfortunately, have to make her lunch. Well.. let's say she can be a very picky eater. I have a feeling that this is going to be a looong day.
End ChapterBunny: dat wasn't much of a cliffhanger.. and I only added the Sam part cuz I was boerd.
Anonymous Reader: SAM! I SHALT KILL JOO NOW! ((swings axe))
Sam: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Anonymous Reader: DIE!
Chaos: I hear bloody murder…
Danny: um.. shouldn't we do something to help Sam?
Bunny: no.
Sam: YOU THINK YOU'RE SO TUFF! ((grabs a spear and charges at Anonymous Reader))
Bunny: hey, no hurting the readers..
Sam: WELL WHY DO THE READERS GET TO HURT ME?
Danny: good point.
Anonymous Reader: CHARGE ((runs up to Sam))
Sam: AHHHHH ((ducks))
Anonymous Reader: (((looks around confused)) hey? Where's the girl?
Sam: ((is actually hiding in a small cupboard in the kitchen))
Anonymous Reader: hmmmm I shalt return! ((goes POOF))
Bunny: sam, you can come out now.
Sam: no I can't!
Danny: …
Chaos: awww it's so fluffy…
Bunny: 0o ok WHAT are you doing in there?
Chaos: er..um.. I spy.. something fluffy! Ya…
Bunny: o-k… ((suspicious))
Sam: ARGH I'VE LOCKED MYSELF IN THIS STUPID CUPBOARD BY ACCIDENT! LET ME OUT LET ME OUT!
Bunny: um… no.
Sam: #$#$# ITS CRAMPED IN HERE!
Ding Dong!
Bunny: oh, the doorbell. ((goes to get the door)) Omg…