A/N: Well this is definitely one of the weirder that I have written. I can't quite say that I'm pleased with what I wrote but... I wanted to write at least one of the three choices for this challenge. At any rate, it's here, written, and... it doesn't fully communicate what I was trying to say. Ah, well... You can't win them all. So... I'm not going to bother with the disclaimer because if you don't know it by heart now (unless you're a new kid) then I don't know what. So, read and review people! Thanks!

Dogs

Danny sat invisible on the curb with his head in his hands. Rain fell from the night sky in sheets, soaking the miserable ghost. He didn't bother to go intangible.

"I don't get it. It wasn't my fault," the ghost boy choked out. His voice sounded hoarse and pitiful, filled with sorrow and confusion. "I didn't know she was right behind me. How could I know? She's not a ghost!"

In the distance a lone dog howled. Nobody answered it.

"And I was just teasing too," Danny sniffed as he wiped some of the water off his face. Unfortunately his jumpsuit was soaked too so it didn't work out so well. It only made him wetter. The boy sighed in frustration and fell back onto the sidewalk. He spread his arms and legs out until he was spread-eagle. If he had been visible a passerby might have thought that he had been shot and had fallen that way. "I didn't mean anything by it."

Flashback

Danny, in human form, and Tucker walked through the park, laughing, joking, and pushing each other around.

"You didn't," Tucker said amazed as Danny recounted his story. "You asked Sam out?!"

"I did," Danny replied, his pride evident in his voice. He pushed his hair out of his face and laughed. "It definitely went better than I thought it would."

"That's great! So, where are you going to take her?"

Danny blushed. "We're going on a picnic."

Tucker raised an eyebrow. "Lover's Hill already?" The techno geek smirked. "You're flying her there, aren't you?"

Danny nodded.

"Alright! Ah man, I can't wait until you tell me what happens!"

Danny rubbed the back of his neck. "Tuck, it's not that big of a deal. I mean, it's just a picnic…"

Tucker stopped his tracks and gaped at his best friend. "Are you kidding me Danny? How can you say that? It's a huge deal! You have to make this perfect! You have to pick the perfect time, place, food, clothing… everything! Oh, and you have to decide which form you're going to kiss her in. If it's at night you might want to be in ghost form to make it more romantic…"

"Tucker, stop it! That's private! I mean, do you think about what PDA you practice making out with before you go and do the real thing with Valerie?"

End Flashback

"I didn't know."

The rain fell even harder. Lightning flitted across the sky and thunder shook the very ground the ghost boy lay on. The wind roared, tearing down the street, buffeting the sobbing ghost until he was numb from the cold. Despite all this, he did not move.

"I didn't know."

And still the dog howled and nobody answered.

Flashback

"Wait, you practice making out with your PDA?!" Valerie said, making a weird face as she pictured this in her mind.

"I… uh… I sort of… um… practice, but it's not what you think!" Tucker stuttered.

"Because that is just really gross and freaky," Valerie continued.

"But… but… I don't…" Tucker continued as Valerie started walking past him.

"Call me when you're sober," Valerie interrupted him. She didn't look back.

"Way to go, Danny. You just lost me my girlfriend," Tucker spat as he turned on his best friend.

"How was I to know she was behind me?!" Danny retorted.

"Well you seem to know whenever a ghost is around! How come you can't tell when a ghost hunter is behind you?!"

"Maybe because they're not ghosts!" Danny yelled, throwing his hands up in the air. "I only sense ghosts! I don't sense humans!"

"Well then maybe you should be more careful about what you say! I keep my mouth shut about your stupid secret! Why don't you keep your mouth shut about mine!"

"Fine!" Danny shouted as he walked away.

End Flashback

Minutes turned into hours and the storm finally let up. Danny had yet to move. In fact, he fell asleep where he lay, sprawled out on the cold, wet pavement. But it wasn't to last…

"Mmm… Wha?" Danny murmured as he felt something warm, wet, and kind of rough rub against his cheek. He slowly opened his eyes and saw… a beagle! "Huh!"

Danny sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He checked his cell phone for the time. "Woah… Five in the morning already!" He looked down at the little dog happily wagging her tail and occasionally jumping up to lick his face.

He pulled at her collar so he could see her tags. "I know where you live. Time to put you back," said as he lifted her up and flew her back to the house. He landed in the back yard and phased her through the door. As he jumped into the air and he glanced back at the little house with its dark windows and forbidding door. "Thanks for waking me up."

A/N: Weird huh? I know, but I wrote it pretty late at night which isn't really an excuse but I can't help it. Anyway, you see that pretty little blue button down there that says "go"? Push it and in the pretty little box that pops up tell me what you think. I'd love to here from you so long as what you write doesn't involve flames. 'Kay? 'Kay. Thank you!