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If I were to ever audition as an actress, I'm sure I'd be Grammy quality. Faking illness is truly an art that I have come to master.

I knew that one mental breakdown for the day was enough to send me home. Of course my parents wouldn't agree so I had to take certain precautions. Never underestimate how disgusting the cafeteria food is. I just threw a glob of whatever mush onto the floor of the hallway and told Lancer I vomited. Bonus: the janitor was on break so he also had to mop it up.

With a glare he told me to take myself to the office and explain the situation to the secretary. That woman couldn't have cared less about my health. It took some convincing before she called my own parents. To my utter disappointment, they were sending the limo. At least by this time most kids were already in their respective classes.

Only two types of kids hung out in the office: sick ones and those who waited to see the principal. You never saw the principal over good grades. Currently, Dash Baxter sat in a chair, lounged back. He had a smug smile on his face. I could tell he wasn't sorry for whatever mayhem he had cause, on top of that he was probably gonna get away with it. It's a shame how prized a big muscle is over an individual mind.

I had told Tucker that I was leaving, I couldn't bear to see Danny again today. He had seen me cry to my utter horror. It's truly embarrassing considering I usually keep control over my sadness. I was feeling depressed as heck. Usually this feeling was suppressed or vented out in anger like any other teenager with emotional issues.

"Hey," Dash called out for my attention. My head snapped in his direction before I could duck out of the room. I was so close to getting to the exit unnoticed.

"What?" My voice was more bitter than I had intended for it to sound. I really did not have the energy to deal with the bully. I didn't hate Dash, but he definitely wasn't someone who I considered to be on my good side, and I'm sure he felt that same way.

Dash raised a thick brow, "You and Foley? Is that really a thing?"

I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "Not really," I wondered if I told Dash it wasn't true then maybe he could spread the word fast.

He shrugged, "That's not what Paulina told me." I don't get why he would make it seem as if Paulina knew what she was talking about in my life. "Besides," Dash included after a moment, "I was kinda rooting for you and Fenton, but whatever."

I openly gaped at Dash. Did he really just say that? I knew he always made fun of us as if we were in love, but never had he actually shown any genuine support in us being a couple.

I didn't say anything other than a stuttered noise. I was unsure of how to respond. I just nodded my head before speed walking back into the hallway. I really couldn't get out of that school any faster.

I waited on the front steps of Casper High. My mind wouldn't let go of Danny's and Dash's comments. I was still in shock that he had seen my cry. It could've been anyone but it had to be Danny.

I humorlessly snorted to myself. I felt pathetic, sitting here alone.

"What's so funny?" I heard a voice come from my right. I jumped to see a certain ghost sitting so close to my side that our shoulders almost bumped. I hadn't even felt her presence.

"What do you want?" I grumbled. I was not in any mood to deal with ghosts.

Serena smirked, "I just noticed that you've been having a rough day."

It was just this past weekend that the girl was fighting me. She claimed how she wanted to get rid of all liars, including myself, so now why was she sitting here with me? I wasn't going to fall for her friendly demeanor.

I snorted, "Yeah, I guess you could say that." I wasn't too interested in where she was trying to go with this conversation.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see her red hair flare up before dying down.

"You know," Serena hugged her knees before staring ahead at the street, "it's been awhile since I've sat on these steps alone, just like you."

I spun my head to look at Serena in shock. When my eyes focused on the spot, the ghost was nowhere to be seen.

I wondered what the ghost had meant about being on the same steps. It struck me that Serena may have been a student at Casper had already dealt with one ex student of this place before.

I looked back to the front street to see that the limo had parked. That was probably the reason for her sudden disappearance.

With a heavy sigh, I trudged my way to the vehicle. The driver, Hank, opened the rear door with a subtle smile on his face.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Manson," he nodded his head to me.

I flashed back a smile at him. We had only met on rare occasions, since I was against using the limo. I couldn't help but wonder why my family didn't have any normal, less obvious cars.

The limo only seemed to amplify my unbearable loneliness. The darkness was comforting, but I was surrounded by so many empty seats. A wall separated me from the shotgun, preventing me from hearing any commotion that could possibly be going on in the front.

I didn't feel like going home. Laying alone in bed for the rest of the day wasn't appealing in the slightest.

With a sudden idea, I awkwardly slid as close to the dividing wall as I could. I leaned over to push a button to roll down the wall.

Hank gave me a shocked look in the mirror. "Um is there something you need, Ms. Manson?" he warily asked me.

Something I hated about being wealthy: so many of the other rich kids were snobs, I like to think about myself as being different. That problem with that is that it left all of our workers on edge around me. I wasn't aware of how my parents treated the people they hired but I hoped that they were nice enough.

"Actually yes," I forced a smile, hoping to not make the older man any more nervous. "I was wondering if we could make a stop. I need to do some research." And with that, Hank turned the car towards the public library.

I usually went to my goth bookstore if I ever wanted to research ghosts, but the public library kept all of the city's records. If Serena was honest about her name, then there is a chance that I could find her.

We rolled up in front of the large brick building. Not to my surprise, the front appeared to be a ghost town. Ha! Get it? Ghost town. Jeez that's something Danny would say…

I told Hank that he could take a cruise around the town or go to lunch, considering I didn't know how long I would be. He happily obliged with a tilt of his hat before driving away.

The staircase leading up to the front doors circled the entire front of the building. The brick walls were old and damp, as if they had been standing there for centuries. The glass doors gave me a sneak peek of the interior.

The moment I stepped inside I could hear a phone ringing. The librarian behind the front desk ignored it. Instead she was completely wrapped up in a small, cheap desk television.

I didn't bother asking her for help, not that she would care anyways. I calmly walked past her to the back of the library.

There was an entire aisle dedicated to the history of Amity Park. Almost every book was dusted over. With today's technology, every just did a quick search on the internet if they needed information. Although, the history of our infamous town was more difficult to locate over wifi.

There was a certain section lined with the dozens of yearbooks published over time. I cringed thinking about how my horrid school photos would forever be kept here.

Just for the heck of it, I decided to pick up the latest book on the shelf. It was the one from last year. I could clearly remember the way my mom had tried to parent pressure me into wearing some god awful yellow blouse. I gave in so that she would quiet but then pulled on a black sweater over it the second I was out of her sight. It didn't matter what I wore, my picture still sucked.

I looked over Tucker's picture. I couldn't help but smirk when I noticed how much his picture stood out compared to the rest. He was in a half sneeze with snot spraying about. Danny and I couldn't stop laughing because Tucker had begged the photographer to retake his picture, but the guy couldn't care less about how bad the picture was. Tucker didn't let the incident go for a whole week.

I glanced at Danny's picture, I couldn't help myself. I would say out of the three of us, Danny had the best one. He looked like his usual self with a dopey smile and all.

My head began to hurt when I recalled seeing him earlier with Valerie. I felt like crying again, even though I knew I couldn't from the humiliation of already doing it in public earlier.

I boredly flipped through the rest of the pages. In the "Best Athlete" box was a picture of Dash in mid throw of a football. Devil horns and a tail were drawn on in permanent marker. Had Tucker or Danny been here already?

To no surprise, Paulina won the best in several additional categories such as hair, smile and friend. I snorted at the last one. She also won most made me question why my school thought it would be a good idea to promote cliques and the importance of having more followers than everyone else.

I grabbed a stack of yearbooks from the shelf. I first started in the 80s, looking through what felt like hundreds of pages for Serena Valentine. I had to guess that based on her cheesy sweater that she was from some time before 2000.

It felt like forever before I caught a small glimpse of her in one of the pictures. It was the year 1989 and she was in the freshman section. Her hair was a more natural color of red. It had an orangish glow from the flash of the camera. Her skin also wasn't as pale, it was more sandy. She appeared lively and the smile seemed genuine.

As I looked through the other pictures, I didn't see her again. She wasn't in any clubs or sports. Her face didn't appear as the winner of best anything, not that it was common anyways. There was no clue as to who she was.

I pulled out the book from the following year. At this point I would suspect her to be a sophomore. I found her picture again. She looked the same save for a small amount of makeup added to her face and an extra inch of hair.

As I went through the rest of the book, she had appeared again two times. She stood in the back of the picture for the debate team. I could barely see her face in the window between two taller kids in front of her. She then won best hair. The featured picture only accented the perfectly messed hair with her curls brought over her shoulders.

She was already in the yearbook more often than I was. Her natural look stood out. I thought that I stood out but I still failed to catch enough attention to appear more than once in the yearbook, not that I was even attention seeking. One year they even forgot to include my picture in it. Serena was pretty though.

There was a dramatic change into Serena's junior year. She was featured even more than Paulina was in ours. She now stood in the center of the debate team photo and several other clubs. She was also now captain of the volleyball team as she stood in the middle of that picture holding the ball.

In addition to winning best hair, she now seemed to hold the title for best smile, most likely to become famous, most likely to become a rocket scientist, most popular, and cutest couple.

The cutest couple caught my attention. The boy in her photo had a very toothy grin. Although his teeth weren't straight, he was still attractive in the black and white photo. His lighter hair was brushed to the side, covering half his forehead. I noted that he was also wearing a letterman's jacket.

Underneath their picture was both of their names. Serena Valentine & Jack Harper. I quickly flipped back to the sports photos, seeing him as the head of the football team.

The last thing I saw was a page dedicated to Serena as the class president. She was already leader of the student body, smart, and popular. I hated to admit it but I was slightly jealous of her amount of success, even though she's now dead.

When I was done stalking that yearbook, I moved onto the year 1992, which would be her senior year. The strange thing was that I didn't find her picture in the class. I flipped back to the junior class in case if she had been held back.

My first conclusion was that she transferred. It was a common thing for people to switch schools.

I went through the rest of the book, just in case they forgot to put her in as they had done to me before. She wasn't the winner of any best done catagories. She also wasn't a most likely to anything.

I skimmed the following pages. Nothing stuck out as interesting to me. I almost boredly closed the book until a certain page caught my attention.

Another entire page was dedicated to Serena, but for a completely different reason. In bolded letters the words "In loving memory…" headlined the page. There was nothing else but her name.

I looked at the back of the page just to see that the final side was another dedication to the new president. It kinda hurt how easily the book seemed to move on from the sad topic, although it was thoughtful enough to give her her own page. I don't think a page in the yearbook could make up for a death.

I furrowed my eyebrows. She had gone from popular student to loving memory in the span of one year. I wondered what could've happened in that time. It must've been a freak accident. At least I knew now that Serena did attend Casper High, even though it was over a decade ago.

I stuffed the four useful books into my backpack. The librarian wouldn't notice if I borrowed them without officially signing out. I had lost my card months ago and really couldn't bother to go through the process of creating another. Plus, I heard they started a one dollar charging fee.

I put the other books away before making my way further down to the newspaper section. The shelves were organized into years. Not every newspaper was kept here, but the ones deemed important enough from 1960-2000 had remained on these shelves for eternity. The older ones were yellowed and crumbled, I was surprised that they haven't fallen apart yet.

I went between the two years of 1991 and 1992. Sometime between these two years Serena had died. If I were to figure out why, maybe I'd be able to bring her closure. I could have her turn a new leaf, go back to the Ghost Zone, and do this all without the help of Danny.

I really was trying not to think of Danny, but his name always managed to creep its way through my thoughts. If I could go the rest of the day without thinking of Danny, that would be just great.

Most of the headlines were of football games or dog heroes. I guess the world then didn't have so much negativity. Not that many people read the newspaper, but most of the headliners were of ghost attacks. If often forget that it was only a few years that ghost have been a large problem to our town. It's annoying, but it also has become a huge part of our lives. It would be strange if we lived… normal.

It wasn't until mid November of 1991 that I found a title dealing with death: "Star Student Commits Suicide!" It was depressing for the front page. I wondered how slow the day was for this to make it. Not to be heartless but rarely did average people get their own mention beyond an obituary.

Looking at the large picture below, I knew right away that it was Serena. My heart sank a little for the passed teen girl. I never thought much of it before, but most of the ghosts we deal with are young. Unless if all of them reverted back to a younger form, that would mean that they had also died young. I couldn't help but frown at the statement.

There were only a few ghosts that I actually knew of their previous lives, but during their times it was more common to die young such as Princess Dorothea.

I read over the page that gave a description of her family life. She had two parents and a younger sister. A couple paragraphs described how well of a student she was and a couple quotes from her teachers and peers on how much they'll miss her.

I wondered on how well this paper captured who Serena was. Whenever my parents talked about me over the phone, they were always sure to leave out certain details about myself to hide my true gothic nature.

Finally, the newspaper began to describe her death. It didn't go into too deep of gory details that I was used to from other books I have read. Her body was found at the edge of a cliff just outside of town.

I knew exactly where they were talking about after Tucker, Danny, and I had visited the steep rocks many times before in battle. That place was also known as a spot for many teenagers to hook up or other illegal things.

The paper described how no third party foul play was discovered, so it was left at a suicide. I began to wonder why Serena would end it like that. Although there was always the possibility she could've tripped, star students could also easily hide depression. There was also the possibility that she was pushed and the person just so happened to get away.

It was also quite possible that the information behind why she had jumped were just kept private. This was good enough of a lead to start with.

Most ghosts have an "obsession" from which they feed their abilities from. Serena's was, at this point, obviously lies. I recall how she got powerful enough to the point of forcing people to blurt out random truths, or secrets. It would make sense for something dramatic in her life to involve a liar.

I decided that I had spent enough time at the library. I glanced at the clock and noticed that school would have been letting out in a couple minutes. I still didn't feel like going home.

I folded up the old newspaper and gently tucked it away into my bag. The librarian still didn't glance up at me as I left the building.

Parked in front was Hank, as he stood patiently waiting for me. I felt bad if he had been there for awhile.

The moment I stepped off the staircase he opened the door for me.

"Hello, Ms. Manson," he greeted me with a polite smile. His cheeks folded into several creases of wrinkles.

"Hey, Hank," I responded casually while sliding into the leather seats.

A part of me wondered if it would be a good idea to pick up Tucker from school. I was always amused at his shocked expressions when he was reminded of how much money my family had, plus I knew he would be thrilled to go for a ride in my limo that he knows nothing about. The idea was ridiculous because I couldn't stand everyone else suddenly buddying up to me for a ride.

I pulled out my phone for the first time since I left school. There was a single message from Tucker.

Danny is worried about you.

I could just imagine his smugness behind the message. It had slipped my mind that Danny was in a decent amount of my afternoon classes. On top of that, he was probably smart enough to figure that I left after balling my eyes out, not from being sick. I wondered how Tucker found that out.

I quickly responded. What do you mean?

Tucker wouldn't be messing with me right now. If he did that would mean he had a death wish.

I rested my forehead on the glass, gazing thoughtlessly at the passing trees and buildings. That wasn't completely true. I did have some thoughts, all of which were consisting of Danny. The harder I tried not to think about him the more I did. So much for going the rest of the day with him off my mind.

Images of Danny Phantom and Valerie flashed through my head. Although the more logical side of me wondered why he and his enemy weren't fighting, I paid more attention to the little hurt teenager side. The part who was hurt that Danny had opened his secret up to another girl. It wasn't just any girl, it was Valerie Gray. She was his ultimate crush, and I no longer felt closer to Danny than any other girl in the world.

I wasn't planning on another sob session, but one final tear rolled down the side of my cheek. I felt it drop and land on my hand. I didn't bother to wipe it away. The feeling of it slowly disappearing in the cool air was a little refreshing.

It wasn't too long until we pulled up to the front of my parent's mansion. Hank had somehow magically beat me to opening the door. I was impressed.

"Thank you," I managed to say while still appearing to be friendly.

Hank nodded his head, "Any time, Ms. Manson."

"Call me 'Sam,'" I corrected him as I went up to my front door.

"Okay, Sam!" he called out to my back.

One thing that surely did annoy me about the workers were how much they watched me when I was around. I know that they're just making sure they are ready for anything that might be thrown their way, but the feeling of his eyes burning into the back of my skull just made me uneasy. The feeling of anyone staring at me made me uneasy.

Inside, all I was met with was silence. My grandmother was nowhere to be found, which wasn't unusual. She had more of a busy life than I did. Bingo wasn't going to play itself.

My parents were another couple of busy people. I only saw them before I went to school. My mom always said she had very important business to attend to, my dad always tagged along. The funny thing is that they were only doing their actual jobs five percent of the time. I'm pretty sure there is some secret, uptight parent society that they lead.

My moment of peace was ruined when my phone let out an obnoxious ring. I clumsily dropped it from jumping at the sound. I grunted in annoyance to myself. I really was a mess.

I slowly reached down to pick it up. I was in no hurry to answer the call, I didn't care much to speak to anyone.

My breath hitched when I read the caller ID. "Danny."

My hands shook slightly. I didn't know what I was feeling, whether if it was frustration or dejection,either way it wasn't a good feeling.

I didn't deny the call, although there was no way in hell I was going to accept it. I let it ring out before it went silent. I wondered if Danny had given up or waited for the time limit to go up.

I slowly exhaled, I wasn't even aware that I had been holding my breath.

I'm more than ready to move on with my day. I can worry about Danny and Valerie some other time.

My stomach made some type of strange noise. I hadn't even noticed that I missed both breakfast and lunch. I went to the kitchen to dig out some type of snack. My parents had very few options left for me in the house. They really didn't understand my vegetarian ways.

I rummaged through the fridge until I heard a weak voice call my name. Looking up, I saw the older version of my mom. "Grandma?" I wondered for a moment."I thought you were out."

She sat there with a lively smile of her face. I didn't understand why she drove the little cart around everywhere she went. Secretly, Grandma's legs were still fully functional despite her age. In fact, I bet ya she could even do a full out cartwheel if she really wanted to.

Her hair, as usual,was pulled back into a high ponytail. She wore the same pink sweater and purple skirt as always. Although I didn't really like the particular shade of pink, I would rather have it be that than my tank top. I don't even want to know how she fit into one of my shirts before, no offense.

"I was taking a nap," she ended that sentence with a tired yawn before rubbing whatever remained of her sleep away from her eyes.

She stared at me in a way that made me uneasy. It was as if she was trying to solve a puzzle that was on my face.

"Is something wrong, Grandma?" I raised an eyebrow at her.

She thoughtfully tilted her head to the side, "Why have you been crying?"

My eyes widened slightly. I have been certain to check my reflection in the window of the limo before. There weren't any tear stains on my face and by that time my complexion had settled down from the reddish tint.

"How could you tell?" I stuttered out. I really didn't want any more people knowing that I had been upset. I loved my grandma, but if word had traveled from her to my parents then they would be sure to sue someone.

She gave me a confident smile, "You think I don't know what's wrong with my own granddaughter? I could read everyone in this house like a comic strip."

"Oh," my voice trailed off. I wasn't sure how to respond to that. I didn't bother to correct her that it was supposed to be "like a book" either.

"What's wrong, Munchkin?"

I closed the fridge and moved to sit at the stool by her side. I figured I might as well tell her since she wouldn't believe me if I tried to play it off as nothing. Of course I couldn't tell her the complete truth because ghost powers had to remain a secret. I might be upset with Danny but I would never betray him like that.

"Well," I drew out the word in an attempt to stall, "I kinda told someone something that wasn't true and it kinda blew up in my face." I couldn't have been any more vague.

My grandma dramatically gasped. She brought her hand to her heart as if she was experiencing chest pains. "Sam!" she cried in disbelief. "You told a lie?" I shamefully nodded my head.

She ticked in disappointment with a small shake of her head. "Oh Sammy," she sighed, "who was it you lied to?"

"Danny," I mumbled. I could barely hear myself, but could tell my grandma caught on in the way her eyes lit up.

She clasped her hands together with an excited grin. "Daniel Fenton," she cooed, "I love that boy. He's so handsome." It was strange for my grandma to compliment him like that out loud, not that I would necessarily disagree.

Out of everyone in the family, my grandma was the only one who actually liked both of my friends. She didn't see him as a bad influence, if anything I was the bad influence. Even though I never confirmed anything to her on my feelings towards Danny, she always tried to push me into dating him. If anything it was embarrassing.

Her energy drained when she realized why Danny was brought up. "You lied to him," she frowned. "He's your best friend, Sammy! You don't lie to your best friends!"

"I know!" I exasperatedly said while throwing my hands in the air. I regained my calmness right when I realized my voice was a little too loud between the two of us. "I know," I repeated in a quieter tone. "It's just," i sighed in frustration, not really knowing what I was supposed to say. "It's just I really couldn't tell him something and I was under pressure and I just blurted out this random thing and it just so happened to mess everything up."

Grandma placed a hand on my knee. She gave me a soft smile, the same smile she would give after reading a bedtime story to me as a little kid. "I would love to help," she offered, "but I can't unless you open up more."

I considered her offer for a moment. My grandma had never been judgemental towards me. If anything,she embraced the way I lived my life. Out of everyone in my family, my grandma was the most brutally honest about who she was and in her actions. If I was going to get any helpful advice, not that Tucker hadn't been helpful, it would come from her.

"I'm sorry," I forced a smile. "I guess I just kinda felt embarrassed about it." Without a word, she nodded her head to egg me on to continue speaking. I let out a slow sigh while moving to rest my cheek on my fist with my elbow propped up on the counter.

I tried to play it off as if I wasn't as bothered as I looked. "I guess you could say for awhile I had some type of crush on Danny, not that it was some life changing thing," I hastily added. "But yeah, I liked him. Tucker, although I didn't really formally tell him until recently, figured that out about me. He would always tell me how obvious I was about it." I humorlessly snorted at the thought of him pestering me to admit I liked Danny while I was just being in a state of constant denial. Although I couldn't really tell myself, apparently I was really easy to read about it.

"One day," I continued on with my short story, "Tucker started calling Danny 'Clueless.' I knew right away why he was doing that. Danny had no idea about how I felt. I went along with the nickname and would occasionally call him the same thing. If we ever used codenames, his was always 'Clueless.'" My grandma didn't bother to ask me why we would use secret names, which was to my relief. I was trying to not lie anymore after the past few days.

"Danny didn't think much of it at first, but overtime he began to get annoyed by the 'inside joke 'Tucker and I had created against him." I thought back to last week when we had been teasing Danny and calling him "clueless." If I could I would go back in time and undo that entire day.

"At one point Danny then decided that he wouldn't leave me alone until I told him why he was clueless." Danny wasn't stupid, yet he was somehow so dense to not even realize it himself. I didn't mind his denseness but he wouldn't let the darned nickname go.

"The biggest problem with that was he didn't like me, he likes someone else." I wanted to throw myself out the window for how typical I sounded. I was complaining about how some boy didn't have a crush on me but instead the prettier, more popular girl. Although, Danny was just some boy… he was Danny.

I began to speak at a faster pace, "And- I don't know- I was under so much pressure from him for being put on the spot that I just had this word vomit type of thing where my mouth had a mind of its own."

I then hung my head in shame. I didn't know how my grandma would react to my next line. "I told him it was because Tucker and I were dating," I purposely chose to keep those words in a low mumble.

My grandma had not reacted the way I was expecting. Her voice bursted out in a loud laughter that probably made the birds in the park fly south. I must've jumped at least a foot in the air.

"I'm sorry, Sam!" she wiped away a tear. "It's just that out of everything you could've said, it was that? That really is absurd."

I rolled my eyes at her antics. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," I grumbled, slightly annoyed that she was finding humor in the source of my most recent stress. Even though what I said was completely ridiculous.

"Danny changed after I told him that," I nervously chewed on the inside of my cheek. Grandma contained her laughter after I began to speak again. "He started to avoid me and we've been fighting. He's still friends with Tucker but I'm the one he hates. I don't completely blame him."

I thought back to earlier today. When Danny saw me crying earlier, all I had done was push him away. I wondered if I had asked him to stay if we would had made up. I doubted it, considering he was replacing me with Valerie already.

"Sam," my grandma said lovingly. I didn't mind the way she would start her sentences with my name. "I think I know why Danny is so upset."

Of course she would. The thing with old people is that they claimed not to understand anything about computers but the second you tell them about your personal life they get all knowledgeable.

"And why is that?" I inquired.

She leaned in close with a giddy grin, "He likes you too."

I rolled my eyes. She didn't understand. I couldn't explain to her about Valerie.

"Really, Sam!" she insisted. "If your friend didn't get all hot over you"- gross- "then he wouldn't have been upset." She had an excited look in her wide eyes.

"I remember a similar incident from when I was your age," she continued before I could even respond. "I had a thing with this young man named Hank, and boy were his hands magic!"

I outwardly groaned as I banged my head on the counter. I could hear my grandma's laughter, she was probably trying to scar me on purpose.

"Oh yes we would always go behind the old school and do all sorts of things mother wouldn't allow," she continued on. I swear my ears were about to bleed. "Anyways, we were never officially courting. He would take out other girls all the time. I eventually decided to go to the movies when a good friend of mine asked me, your grandfather. Oh boy, was Frank upset."

I furrowed my eyebrows, "I thought his name was Hank." My grandma ignored my statement.

"Do you see the point of my story, Sam?" she inclined her head, waiting for me to answer. I really didn't.

I nodded my head with a small smile. "Yes," I forced a hopeful tone to my voice, "thanks, Grandma."

"Anytime, dear."

I moved from the kitchen as fast as I could after that. I really didn't want to hear anymore life stories from Grandma. While on one hand I could see that she was trying to show me how Hank (or Frank) was jealous, it didn't apply to Danny and I.

I went up to my room, still hungry. My bed was left messy from this morning. I plopped onto it, surprised that my body did not leave an imprint on the mattress from the weekend.

My moment was short lived when my phone went off once again. A part of me feared that it was Danny, but when I checked it was only Tucker.

"Sam!" he cried into the phone the second I accepted his call.

"Tucker," I groaned back. Clearly I didn't match his amount of energy.

"Sam," he repeated.

My name was already very worn out in this conversation. "Yeah I think we both understand that's who I am," I bluntly noted.

"You totally missed it!" he continued. "There was another ghost attack at school."

I sat up in my bed, hugging my knees to my chest. "Ghost attacks happen all the time," I rolled my eyes, not caring for whatever reason Tucker had to call me.

"Danny was fighting the ghost," Tucker began to put emphasis on his words. The way he spoke in shock perked my attention. "It was the redhead from this weekend. I think he got hurt. They were talking and then he suddenly vanished. Valerie had to step in but the ghost got away."

"What were they talking about?" I wondered.

"I don't know," I heard Tucker sigh from the other side of the line. "But it really bothered him I guess. He hasn't answered any of my messages or calls."

I wondered how long ago that had been. I couldn't help but feel concerned for Danny. "Danny had called me earlier," my eyes widened when I registered my own words. Danny wasn't talking to Tucker but he had called me. I thought he hated me by now.

I wished I had answered the phone. Maybe if it wasn't too late I could call him back. "I'm sorry, Tucker," I quickly rambled. "I have to go." I hung up the phone, not catching on to whatever protests Tucker had yelled.

I began pacing around my room. I had Danny on speed dial but for some reason I just dialed out his whole number. I stared at the call button for a second before pressing it.

No one answered.

I began biting at the nail of my thumb. I really did hope Danny was okay. Maybe Serena was just messing with him. I stopped in my tracks. Or maybe she made Danny say something he didn't want to. I began to pace again.

I could understand how Danny might've wanted to be alone for sometime. I liked to have my own personal time to think to myself. Lately it seemed like that's all I ever had.

For the heck of it, I called Danny one more time. Again there was no answer.

I don't know what I was expecting. If he had answered I probably would've just made random noises.

The phone beeped for me to leave a message. I contemplated saying something, anything, but decided not to.

Danny could handle himself. Wherever he was, he was okay. If anything, Danny was sitting at his house playing computer games alone. Danny wasn't much of a person to wander the streets venting to himself.

I wondered if he ever just hung out in the Ghost Zone, just for leisure. I doubted it since over half of the ghosts despised him for sending them back there in the first place.

I plopped back down onto my bed. Tucker and I texted back and forth. Although I badly wanted to ask him about it, I avoided the topic of how Tucker had come to the conclusion that Danny was actually concerned about me.

Tucker kept trying to get me to come out to his secret geek club meeting, I think he called it the "Retro Techno Life-o." I really hoped it wasn't him who had came up with that name. Eventually, he gave up and began to take more time to respond. As the minutes drew out I decided to turn my attention elsewhere other than waiting on Tucker.

I opened up my backpack to where I kept the stash of yearbooks.I flipped through the pages multiple times, trying to see if there was any sign as to what lead to Serena's death. I began to write down the names of the people who shared the photos with her.

I circled the name around her boyfriend. Although I didn't think she would go that far because of a boy, he might have a play in her hatred of liars. I figured it surely had to be an important cause of her death if it was enough to take effect in giving her ghost abilities.

A lot of ghost who have died a simple life didn't get special abilities. I know that sounds harsh but it's true. We have fought several ghosts that had tried to stand out, but all they were able to do was hover and phase through walls.

It would be kind of sad to become a ghost with the basic ghost powers. It meant you never felt passionate enough over something during your lifetime. If I became a ghost drifting through the Ghost Zone, maybe I would get those vegetarian powers that Tucker always joked about.

I had sappy music, or at least as sappy as metal could get, blasting on the stereo. I hoped that when my parents eventually got home they would take the music as a hint that I'm not to be disturbed.

Unfortunately, no matter how loud the music was, it failed to drown out the sound of a knock. I groaned as I heaved myself out of bed. I pulled my door opened, but to my surprise no one was there. I could have sworn that I heard a knock.

As if on cue the tapping sound went off. I closed the door and looked behind me. It had came from somewhere within my. I turned the music off, letting the silence over whelm me. There was an annoying ringing in my ear.

The knocking went off again. Raising an eyebrow, I slowly turned towards the window. My black curtains were closed, blocking me off from whatever was outside.

There was no way a normal person could be knocking on my window.

I paused for a moment right in front of the fabric. I don't know why I was hesitating. I knew this feeling, I was nervous. I was very nervous. I clenched and unclenched my fists before ripping the curtains open.

My eyes widened as they were met with green ones. Danny gave me a sad smile with a half wave.

I briefly looked him over. There was no sign of any injuries. He looked like regular old Phantom, just without the cockiness.

I gulped, returning his wave with a weak one. We stared at one another for a couple moments. I'm certain he felt about as awkward as I had.

Him and Valerie sitting alone together were still burning fresh in my memory. I chewed on my lower lip so he wouldn't see it quiver.

"Um- Could you open up?" his voice was muffled through the glass. Danny pointed at the window frame. I didn't necessarily understand why he asked that when he could literally move through walls.

I stared at him for another set of seconds before nodding my head. I pushed the window opened, briefly struggling when the old frame had got caught.

Before I could retract I felt a cool hand grab my wrist. "What are you-?!" my protests fell short.

I gasped as Danny moved through the opening and pulled me close all in one swift motion. He let go of my arm and held me close to his chest. One limb hung awkwardly down at my side as he squeezed me tight.

My skin tingled where he ducked his head down onto my shoulder. I could feel his faint breath chill my skin.

I felt very strange. Danny and I had never hugged this long before. He had never felt so firm in his hold as we rocked ever so slightly. Something about it was nice.

I could see a flash of light through my closed eyes. Suddenly I was enveloped into his warmth.

"Danny?" I lightly nudged him from me. We pulled apart, giving me the space I needed to breath. Why was my heart racing? It kind of hurt.

"I-I'm sorry," he stuttered. His entire face was red as if he had just ran a marathon. He continued to speak before I could sound an entire syllable.

"Please hear me out," he brought his hand up to my mouth. I almost bit him but decided against it. "I tried to call you earlier but you didn't answer so I thought we weren't going to be friends anymore, but then you called me back and as soon as I noticed I missed a call from you I had to come right over because you are one of my only real friends and it would just be weird if it was just Tucker and I." Danny spoke so fast that I could barely comprehend what he was saying.

I furrowed my eyebrows. I wonder if what Serena had said to him earlier brought this on. "I was talking to Tucker earlier," I saw Danny's left eye twitch when I said his name, "and he mentioned you were fighting Serena earlier. He said you guys were talking before you just left." I paused for a moment, trying to read Danny even though I was getting no reaction out of him. "What were you two talking about?"

He shifted his weight from one foot to another. "Tucker wouldn't stop asking me the same thing," Danny muttered. He leaned back onto the windowsill, string down at his feet.

I had a feeling that he wouldn't answer me. Even though I was curious, I figured not the press the subject while we were leaning towards being on good terms.

"You're my bestfriend," I cracked a smile at Danny. He looked up at me through his bangs, letting a grin spread across his face.

"So," Danny cleared his throat, taking his blue eyes from mine, "you and Tucker, huh?" I had never seen a more uncomfortable look on his face before.

In that moment, I had the urge to come clean. It would've been easy to. I could tell Danny the truth. Tucker and I weren't dating. I'm sure Tucker would approve of me opening up to Danny, but something held me back.

Valerie was still existing very much. It was only earlier today that she was sitting close to Danny with her hand on his leg. I couldn't stop thinking about it. I wondered if they had kissed.

I was just the friend to Danny, and Valerie was another one of his dream girls. He showed her Phantom, Danny never showed anyone Phantom. That surely had to mean something.

I bite my tongue. I couldn't bring myself to tell him the truth. Not now, not while Danny wasn't hating me.

"Yep," I managed. I slowly nodded my head, looking off to the far wall.

"Well," we both looked at each other at the same time, "I'm happy for you." Danny seemed to be straining himself to smile now.

I had a feeling that was a lie.