Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom. Butch Hartman does.

Danny really should have taken into account the fact that Ember was Skulker's girlfriend when he sealed the three-inch-tall ghost into his thermos. However, he forgot to remember this important fact, merely thinking of how grateful he was that he'd actually been able to capture Skulker fairly quickly and would thus get more sleep.

Of course, that lovely plan was ruined when Valerie showed up and he had to lead her on a merry chase for a little over half an hour until he could get away.

The next morning seemed as though it would be just another day…until first period. Danny only had seconds of warning before Ember phased through the walls and moodily stomped over to him.

"Where's my boyfriend, dipstick?" she demanded, leaning over his desk. Danny glanced frantically around the room as his peers stared in shock at the ghost who had just nonchalantly entered the room and was now looming threateningly over Fenton.

"Umm…" was all he could get out, though inside he was very grateful that Valerie wasn't in this class and that Ember was, for some reason, taking an apparently non-violent manner with the interrogation. Of course, who knew how long that would last?

"He told me he was going out last night, and then he didn't come back," Ember carried on, her eyes boring into Danny's. "So where. Is. He?"

Danny chose to remain silent.

"Dipstick!" Ember barked. "What did you do with my boyfriend?"

"I locked him in the thermos, Ember!" he snapped back, finally starting to get annoyed with the pushy ghost and the attention his classmates were giving him. The halfa wished Sam and Tucker were in his class. "Next time, would you mind telling your three-inch boyfriend – God, that's still so weird! – not to wake me up at 2:00 a.m. on a school night? I have to go to school in the mornings, unlike you guys!"

Surprisingly enough, Ember started laughing. "You want me to tell Skulker to give up his favorite piece of prey?" she chuckled. "Oh, you're so cute sometimes." She then proceeded to condescendingly pat Danny on the head, though she withdrew her hand quickly enough when he let out a growl and allowed his eyes to flash green.

The class watched with some kind of horrified awe the easy banter that flew back and forth between the (very attractive and familiar pop singer) ghost and (the nerd/loser/weirdo/freak of the class) Fenton. They were also very confused as to what the two were talking about and why Fenton seemed so familiar with the ghost(s). Mr. Lancer was coming to realize that if Danny had been interrupted at least once on a school night during the two years since ghosts had started to appear in Amity Park, it probably would have happened again, seeing as the Fentons lived on top of a ghost portal, and thus maybe the fact that he was so tired all the time was because of a legitimate reason.

"So," Ember said. "Just give me the thermos and I'll be on my merry way."

It was Danny's turn to laugh. "You're kidding me, right? I'm not just going to let him and the other ghosts in the thermos out to cause havoc again! Not that they would be much of a threat, seeing as Skulker lost his suit by the time I sealed him up and the Box Ghost is the only other ghost in there…"

Ember scowled. "It's in your locker, isn't it? Just in case you need it during the school day."

"Nope," Danny said, a wide smile spreading across his face. "I left it at home today." That was a minor lie – he had discovered that if he slung the thermos over his back in ghost form and then changed back to human, the thermos would disappear, and then reappear when he turned into Phantom again.

Ember let out a frustrated growl. "Well, I can't exactly go over there, since your parents are tinkering with the shield again!"

Danny laughed softly before the words hit him. "Wait, what?"

"They're messing with the shield again," Ember repeated.

Danny let his head fall to his desk with a thump. "Agh! I just got used to the changes of last time!"

Ember smirked. "Having trouble getting into your own house, dipstick?"

"Shut up," the halfa muttered from where his head was now resting against the desk.

"Well," Ember sighed. "I guess since you won't just give me thermos now, I'll have to stick around all day until you feel like letting my boyfriend go."

There was a dismayed groan from Danny that was heard by the rest of the silent class. He then started thumping his head against the table lightly as Ember contentedly settled herself into the empty desk behind him, sticking her boots up on the desk.

"Feel free to continue classes," she said with a wicked grin.

Danny looked up with a long-suffering expression fixed on his face. "You might as well," he told Lancer. "She's not going to be leaving."

Very unnerved, the teacher began the lesson again, and the class settled back into their dull stupor, except for quick glances at the ghost with flaming hair and the occasional whisper.

And in the end, Ember followed the teenager around all day, making snide comments and demands for him to free Skulker during every class, until finally he got fed up enough that he snarled he would let the egotistical hunter go at the end of the day, if she would just shut up!

Ember shrugged, mimed sealing her lips, and paid attention to the last couple of classes. When the final bell rang and all other students were leaving the school, Danny slipped into the restroom, transformed into Phantom, grabbed the thermos off his back, and flew out into the hallway where Ember was waiting. He rather sullenly opened the cap and allowed Skulker to be set free, capped it again before the Box Ghost could escape, and made his way home before the disoriented three-inch ghost could start shrieking at him.

Of course, then he had to deal with the newly-updated ghost shield surrounding his house, which was almost difficult to force his way through, even in human form, something that worried him slightly.

'I should probably tell them soon,' the teenager thought to himself dejectedly, stepping through the front door. The security system immediately zeroed in on him and started to attack. 'Yeah, definitely soon…God, this has been an awful day…and tomorrow will likely be very similar.'

The teenager groaned aloud just at the thought of it. Well, at least he probably wouldn't have to deal with another ghost following him around all day to his classes.

Right?

A/N: Well, now I seriously want to go and write several other oneshots where different ghosts follow him around all day. That would be really funny! ^_^