Hey y'all! Sorry for the delay, I'm new at this, pretty slow, and a procrastinator by nature. Plus, school is dragging me down. Anyway, hope you enjoy. Like I said before, reviews are doubly appreciated. I'd love to hear what you think.

My friends and I aren't your normal group of friends. (Well, we weren't that normal to begin with, but that's not the point.) To the students of Casper High and the rest of Amity Park, we're just a group of outcasts. Tucker's a techno-geek, I'm a Goth, and Danny is just average. (If only they knew!)

So, with a normal group of friends, you might just be hanging out on a Saturday afternoon. Watching movies, playing videogames, whatever. Not that we don't do those things (a lot), but we do other things, too. Like kicking ghost-butt.

"Sam, watch out!" We were fighting Skulker, who was not much of a threat compared to what we've been through before, but he could still get you if he caught you off guard. You know, like what was happening to me right now!

I fumbled with my small ray gun as an enraged Skulker flew toward me, but I didn't need it. Danny was also flying toward me, knocking me down and out of harm's way. I rubbed my head where it had hit the cold, stone floor of the warehouse.

Danny was a few inches above my face, looking worriedly down at me. Blinking, I stared at him as I realized how close we were. He realized it too, I guess, as he scrambled off of me and stood up hastily.

"You okay?" Danny asked, rubbing the back of his neck, like he usually does. It's his nervous habit. He was blushing slightly, like me, but it was probably just because of the stuffiness in here. (It was pretty hot in here. Or were my hormones just messing with my brain?)

I nodded, and we stood in an awkward silence for a moment, before Tucker interrupted.

"Guys! A little help, please?" Danny and I laughed as we charged back into the fight, earning us a half-hearted scowl from Tucker. Picking up my ray gun, I cocked it and aimed for Skulker, getting a perfect shot. As he turned to face me, fuming, I smiled sweetly at him.

"Ah, the whelp's little girlfriend," he remarked, an malevolent grin spreading across his face (or whatever you call that metal heap of junk.) "What a pleasant surprise." I frowned, not surprised at his comment. As I said before, everyone-even ghosts-refer to me and Danny as a couple. Weird.

"I'm not his girlfriend," I growled, cocking my gun again silently, behind my back. "And I do have a name, you know." He just chuckled softly, his grin going wider. I glanced at Danny. He had been off in his own little world for the last few minutes, which was surprising, because he usually doesn't do that during fights. He's always alert, ready to do whatever needs to be done. He shook his head, snapping out of whatever he had been thinking, and stepped toward Skulker.

"Leave her alone," Danny said, holding his hand up, gathering energy for a ghost ray. "You came to hunt me, right? Well, here I am." Skulker only sighed heavily, putting up his weapons.

"I have more important matters than you, tonight, whelp," he said loftily, his grin disappearing into a grim smile. "I'm not in the mood to get sucked into that darn thermos of yours today." Tucker threw the said thermos to Danny, who turned and caught it easily.

"Too bad for you, then, Skulker, because you are-" But he only found himself staring at empty air. Skulker was gone.

"Well, that was weird," Tucker remarked as he crashed into a beanbag, and I definitely agreed. We were in Danny's room, all wondering what the heck had just happened. What had Skulker meant by 'more important matters'? And why had he grinned at me so evilly? He usually ignored me and Tucker, focusing on Danny, always declaring that he was going to 'hang his pelt at the foot of his bed'! So, why me?

I sat on the bed by Danny, who staring up at the ceiling with a serious look on his face. I frowned, wondering what was so important.

"Danny, are you okay? You've been a little spacey," I commented, and Tucker nodded, also frowning. We looked at Danny attentively as he just stared back at us, looking a little…embarrassed?

"Are you thinking of someone in particular?" Tucker looked at Danny and I with an amused look on his face, and I scowled back at him. Probably Paulina, or Valerie. Danny scowled back, too. Tucker held up his hands in defeat, then twirled his PDA in his fingers absent-mindedly.

"So, plans for Sunday night; there's a new movie that just came out, Dead Teacher VI! You guys in?" Tucker grinned, already entering the data into the PDA. Danny nodded and grinned, too. He was probably glad to get some time off from his ghost fighting career. I started to nod too, then remembered my "special plans".

"Sorry, guys," I said glumly. "But I have to go to a ball tomorrow." Danny and Tucker exchanged looks, then burst out laughing. I put my hands on my hips, scowling. (I sure do scowl a lot, even for a Goth.)

"It's not like I have a choice!" I snapped, only making them laugh harder. "My mom's making me go."

"You're…going to a…a ball?" Tucker wiped away a tear from his eye. He was laughing so hard that he had almost fallen off the beanbag.

"Yes," I replied, frowning. "And I don't see what's so funny about it." Danny was still laughing, but stopped when he heard Tucker's next question:

"So, who's your date?"