Finding the garden at the center of the campus was easy enough, finding my friends however was another story. Apparently every other student decided to eat lunch here today too so every inch of space was filled packed with bodies. How the hell was I supposed to find anyone in this mad house? Taking out my cell I sent a text to Tootie hoping to find her, Danny and Sam's where-a-bouts. A second later it vibrated with a response.

"Over by the bathrooms." I sighed in aggravation as I glanced around for any sign of a restroom. Finally I caught sight of a blue men's room sign and I sprinted in that direction, dodging other students as I went. Sometimes being short had it's advantages I guess. When I reached the entrance to the boy's bathroom I was disappointed to find not one of my friends nearby. Upon closer inspection I realized this wasn't a bathroom, but a storage shed with a dented old bathroom sign leaned against it. Damn it, at this rate lunch is going to end before I even find them. With a growl of frustration, I once again retrieved my phone, but before I could open a text somebody ran into my back and caused me to tumble forward into the small building. There's also disadvantages to being short. I began to pick myself off the floor of the shed when the sound of the door closing rapidly caused me to look up in surprise. Holding the door shut was none other than Chip Skylark. At first he looked almost panicked, but after seeing me his whole demeanor relaxed instantly.

"Thank god it's just you...Timmy right?" I nodded and this caused the singer to smile happily before finally walking passed me away from the entrance.

"What are you doing in here?" I asked before noticing Chip's backpack placed on the ground in front of a large wooden box with a half eaten container of what looked like Chicken Alfredo on top.

"It was the only place I could think of to eat in privet." he answered picking up the food and taking a seat on the box. I hummed in acknowledgment before feeling my phone vibrate in my hand. It was both Tootie and Danny wondering where I was. About to get up and leave, I paused at the door and looked back at the guy eating lunch alone in a shed. "Aren't you going to go join your friends for lunch." With a sigh I turned around and took my own slightly smaller box to sit on near the singer.

"I'll just let them know I'm keeping a lonely guy company." I shrugged before doing just that. Chip looked a little shaken by my sudden choice to stay, but it melted quickly into a playful smirk.

"Lonely guy huh?"

"Well what else would you call yourself?"

"Point taken, but seriously you don't have to force yourself. You get used to this when you're famous." I hit send before looking back up at the obviously lying idol.

"Who would miss a chance to talk to the one and only Chip Skylark?" At my tease the guy broke out into an all teeth smile before taking another bite of pasta.

"Actually my father and grandfather are also named Chip Skylark, so I'm not quite a one and only."

"Seriously? That must be confusing as hell at family gatherings." I replied digging my own lunch of a left over meatloaf from the inside of my backpack. Chip snickered as he shoved more food into his mouth. We sat there in peaceful silence as both of us finished our lunch. Until Chip beginning to hum a soft tune as he had when showing me to my first class. I had to admit that it was nice to listen to. As if the very air became calm at such a mellifluous sound. Maybe I should rethink about listening to some of his music.

"You must really like to sing." I blurted then face palmed myself for pointing out such an obvious thing. In return the singer paused in his humming to smile amused at me.

"It helps calm me, but what I really like to do is bake." At this I raised an eyebrow.

"Bake?"

"My mom is a pastry chef so I grew up amazed by some of the things she created. I always wanted to be just like her." he explained with a fond look on his face.

"How did you become a singer then?" It seemed like a wide stretch to go from wanting to be a baker to becoming a singer. At my question Chip rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Well my dad was a singer, and his dad before him, so I guess you could say it runs in the family."

"Sounds like a lot of pressure."

"Not at all. Never once has my family ever made me think I have to live up to some high expectations. I'm happy to continue the torch, so to speak, but now that I've been a singer for almost a decade I'd like to start pursuing my own dream, you know?" This guy was absolutely amazing. If I were in his shoes I don't think I would be nearly as calm about all that. "What about you. What is your major?"

"Well, actually I'm not sure what I want to do in the future. I'm doing a general major at the moment." I told him feeling a little inferior after hearing about his plans.

"There's nothing wrong with having lots of options. You still have four years to find something you're passionate about. Just go with what feels right." Chip's smiles really were infectious and I found myself returning his encouraging smile. Why do you do that?"

"Do what?" I asked confused by his sudden question.

"Cover your mouth when you smile."

"Oh, well...I'm a little uncomfortable showing my braces." I admitted and this caused the singer to give a surprised expression.

"Why? There's no reason to be embarrassed by them. All braces show is that you care about your teeth." At his words I couldn't help but smile once again. It was nice to hear someone complement my braces for once, besides Tootie or my guardians. Vibrating in my pants pocket intruded on our conversation and I reluctantly took out my cell to see who had messaged me.

'We miss you! Can't you bring this mystery 'lonely guy' with you to sit with us?' I stared at the text unsure how to reply. Maybe I should just tell her I was with Chip, but then she might have a freak out and expose his hiding place to the rest of the students outside. The same would happen if I tried to take him out to sit with us.

"Something wrong?" Chip's voice caused me to jump out of my thoughts.

"Not really. My friend Tootie wants me to go join them and she wants you to come too." At my words Chip hummed and then reached into his bag to pull out a black hoodie almost identical to the one he was already wearing. At my questioning look the singer just smirked.

"How do you think I snuck in here. If I just change my sweatshirt and put the hood up people usually don't notice me as long as I don't linger in one place too long."

"So you want to go sit with my friends and risk getting discovered?"

"I'm going to be seen eventually, might as well have fun before that happens." he explained with a smile as he removed his red sweatshirt to replace it with the other. It was then that noticed something I hadn't been expecting.

"How are you so muscular from singing for a living?" I once again hit myself for blurting out my stupid thoughts. The man in question flushed at my words before zipping up the black hoodie.

"I do also dance during performances. I probably sweat off about twenty pound each time I sing on stage."

"I don't think I'd ever want to be a dancer." I said still averting my gaze in embarrassment.

"Don't knock it until you've tried it. Dancing is actually lots of fun."

"Not if you have two left feet." at this Chip gave me an amused looked before pulling the hood up over his head. He retrieved his bag off the dusty floor and then headed for the door.

"Ready to go." I sighed, hoping this worked. Grabbing my own belongings, I joined him by the entrance before opening it and stepping out. I was expecting to be bombarded by Chip Skylark fans, but thankfully everyone went on with their own business. The singer placed a hand on my shoulder before leaning into my ear.

"Just act normal and no one will suspect." knowing he was right, I started walking through the sea of people trying to find the bathrooms that my friends were supposed to be near. Eventually a familiar set of black pony tails showed through the crowed and I practically ran to them. I could hear my companion right on my heels as we maneuvered our way.

"Look who finally decided to show up." Danny was the first to say somethings as Chip and I came to a halt in front of the three sitting on a black blanket that had been placed across the grass.

"Fuck you." I panted as I fell to the ground out of energy. I heard Chip laugh at my misery before he kneeled down to be eye level.

"This is why you should dance. It would build up your stamina."

"Fuck you and your logic Skylark." I realized my mistake as soon as I said it and looked around hoping no one had heard me. Thankfully it seemed only our group did.

"Skylark? As in Chip Skylark?" Danny's girlfriend Sam questioned looking skeptical.

"For someone who didn't even know who Chip Skylark was until this morning you sure do run into him a lot." Danny chuckled amused, which had me flipping him off in return.

"Sheesh Timmy, way to hog him all to yourself." I groaned at Tootie's assumption before laying down on the soft grass below.

"Don't make it sound like I'm some love struck fan girl."

"So you guys are serious? What's a celebrity doing in such a little known college?" Sam asked turning to her boyfriend for answers. Danny put his hands up as if he was surrendering.

"How would I know. Try asking the celebrity."

"Guys, he's right here you know." I said pointing to the man still kneeling beside me. Chip just smiled and waved in a friendly manner at the three.

"Sorry, we didn't mean to sound so rude. My name is Sam Manson and this is my boyfriend Danny Fenton."

"I'm Tootie."

"Nice to meet you all. I suppose there's no point in telling you my name." at this point I sat back on my butt and saw that my friends looked a little unsure. I guess talking to some one famous was a lot to take in. Good thing I hadn't known who he was when we met or I might never have gotten to class.

"So to repeat my question, what are you going to school here for?" At Sam's question the singer only looked happy enough to answer. He took a seat next to me on the ground before looking back at her.

"I'm majoring in culinary arts, or more specifically Baking."

"Seriously, that's amazing. That beautiful voice and the ability to cook. Can I just marry you now?" Tootie gushed and all three of us laughed.

"Too bad you're already taken." I reminded.

"AJ would understand." she didn't even look at me to answer. I looked back at Chip and was glad he looked more amused by my friend's behavior than anything. Although he's most likely used to it by now.

"So Danny and Sam, what are you majoring in?" I attempted to bring the conversation away from the celebrity to my left.

"Computer Science." Danny answered before Sam.

"Arts"

"What time is your art class?" she raised a brow at the excitement in my voice.

"My second period."

"Awesome, we have art together." I informed, happy I had another class with some one I now.

"I didn't know you liked to draw." Danny voiced and I blushed a little.

"Well it's not something I like to talk about. Whenever I bring it up people always want to see my drawings." Tootie gave an exasperated sigh before wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead. Now that I was a little calmed down I was beginning to realize that it felt even more hot than before.

"He draws comics and he's actually really good, but I can't seem to drill that fact into his thick head."

"You never should have seen them in the first place. I'm still mad that you were snooping in my room." My best friend gave a careless shrug.

"That's what you get for trying to keep a secret from me." Then Danny and Sam laughed at the pout I was throwing Tootie's way before I felt a hand grip my shoulder.

"You should show us them sometime. If you do I'll make you a cookie." His teasing smile surprisingly had the opposite effect as Tootie's. How was he able to lift my mood so easily. I was beginning to think with his personality maybe this guy had that effect on everyone.

"Bribing me with cookies? What are you my mother?"

"It always worked on me." I snickered, which seemed to make Chip happy. "Seriously though, you should definitely show your comics sometime."

"I'll think about it." I promised before noticing that the other three were being rather silent. It was uncomfortable the way they were all smiling smugly in my direction. As soon as they saw me looking though their gazes fell to something else. What the hell?

"It's getting late so I think I'll go get ready for my next class." Tootie excused herself standing from the blanket. Looking at my own phone, I saw that it was getting close and I still had to find where the room was.

"I should probably get moving too. That way if I get lost I won't miss any class time." As I went to grab my backpack Chip also stood from the ground before stretching his muscles.

"Don't worry Timmy, we both have Chemistry next so I can show you the way."

"How did you...?"

"I saw your schedule this morning remember?" I'm going to have a permanent hand print of my face if I keep hitting myself for asking stupid questions today.

"Wait, how do you remember something you saw once?" At this Chip gave me a smug smile.

"After years of memorizing song lyrics I'm pretty good at remembering things at a quick glance. That's how I know where all the classrooms are located." All I could do was stare in awe at the man in front of me. I stared at my schedule all night and I didn't remember barely anything. This guy just had to see it for a minute and suddenly he knows it by heart? Sometimes life was a cruel bitch.

"That must come in handy. I still have to walk to that stupid map board after every class." Danny complained as Sam put away the blanket into her dark purple shoulder bag.

"That's because you have a short attention span when it comes to anything not about science or space. I've almost memorized my class locations." Sam bragged causing Danny to frown at her jab.

"Sometimes you are just cruel."

"That's why you love me" she smiled before standing up. "We'll see you guys later." As Danny and Sam left together I had that feeling of jealously again. I'd never had anyone to date before. All the girls in my high school had grown up with me so to them I was never anything more than the nerdy, short kid with bad teeth. After all what women would want to go out with a boy who sometimes only came up to their neck in height? Now that I was thinking of it I turned my gaze to Chip, who was looking at something on his phone, and saw that he was at least five inches taller than me if not more. I felt a frown form on my lips.

"Why are you so tall." I whispered annoyed, but by the way his head turned to face me I guess he heard me anyway.

"Excuse me?"

"Sorry, just talking to myself. Is it okay for you to show me where our next class is?" The man shot me his full toothed smile, which was quickly growing familiar to me, before pocketing his cell.

"No problem. I owe you one after keeping my lonely self company for lunch." I smiled back before we made our way back to the air conditioned buildings.

To say that Chemistry was interesting was an understatement. Not even thinking of the consequences, I sat next to Chip during class. It was fine until the other finally removed the hood from his head. Suddenly a swarm of girls surrounded him and practically pushed me from my seat onto the floor. Luckily our teacher, Mr. Knight, stepped in and politely informed the fans that if they didn't take a seat and treat Mr. Skylark like a normal student then they would all be failing his class. I decided that he was my favorite teacher so far. After the attack, Chip sent me an apologetic stare before grabbing his things for class out of his bag. I did the same and we didn't talk for the rest of the hour. As soon as the lecture was over I never got the chance either due to the mob returning. This time I really was thrown from my chair and I glared in the direction of the rude women. Throwing my stuff over my shoulder, I left the room hoping to avoid any further run ins with the Chip Skylark fandom. So much for having him help me find the rest of my classes. Oh well, I shouldn't pester the guy just because my memory rivals that of a goldfish. He has enough problems to deal with without me adding to them. I took out my cellphone and texted Danny to ask Sam where the art class was. He replied quickly enough and I started heading in that direction. I had an hour before class started, but it's not like I had anything better to do considering I hadn't even seen my dorm room yet. Plus, unlike earlier, the halls were jam packed with people this time so I had a hunch it would take me a little while to get there. Slipping in between bodies, I finally managed to make it back outside. According to Sam our art class was being held in building A, which was where Algebra had also been. I made my way back into the air conditioned school with a sigh of relief.

"Timmy, over here." The scene of Sam waving to me from a little ways up the hallway was a welcome one.

"Danny's not with you?"

"His next class is in building C so he already started heading up that way." she explained and I nodded before we both began walking further into the interior of the building. "So how was Chemistry?" She laughed at my groan of pain.

"It was crazy. I swear I don't know how anyone could stand being harassed by so many people. I was ready to shoot them."

"And you just left him there." at her assumption I turned to her with a frown.

"What was I supposed to do? I was practically thrown on the floor once class was over." She once again laughed before patting me on the back.

"I'm just teasing, Timmy, I know very well how stupid people can act around celebrities. Except you, who doesn't know who anyone is." Sam stopped in front of a door, which I'm assuming was our art class.

"You guys aren't going to let that one go are you?" I groaned at the mischievous look on her face.

"Cheer up, picking on you is how Danny and I show our love." Seriously reconsidering who I hung out with, I joined the goth girl in entering the room before taking a seat at the nearest two person desk. Some other students were also in here early, but were already busy drawing in their sketch pads. Should I have brought mine too? Turning to look at Sam, I saw that she also was digging out a sketch book and some pencils.

"Was I supposed to bring a sketch book?" I asked a little embarrassed.

"It's always good to bring your own since you know what preference of paper you like for your medium, but don't worry, I'm sure the teacher has some extra's for people to use during class." I felt a little better after hearing Sam's answer so I just took out some pencils and leaned back in my chair. I'd have to remember to bring my coal pencils and comic markers tomorrow.

"So what do you like to draw?" She seemed to be drawing some sort of logo that looked like a D with a smaller P inside of it with flames coming off the back.

"People mostly. I do draw other things too though like animals or plants." was her reply before beginning to color in her doodle.

"What's that stand for?" at my question the goth gazed up at me with a secretive smile.

"Ever heard of Danny Phantom?"

"Not really?" she looked shocked to hear that.

"What? How can you not have heard of him. You really do live under a rock don't you?" I frowned at her words.

"Sorry, the town I'm from usually just keeps to itself. Ever heard of Dimmsdale?"

"Well yeah, that's were Chip Skylark's from."

"Wait, what? He's from my home town?" this news shocked me even more considering that it was hard not to know every famous person in Dimmsdale. Once the community liked someone they were usually every where. How the hell could I have missed Chip Skylark if he was such a big deal. Maybe I really did need to get out more.

"Timmy, there has to be a limit to your obliviousness. Anyway, Danny Phantom is a ghost hero from Amity Park. He protects us from other ghosts who would hurt us." I raised an eyebrow at her claim.

"Ghosts? As in spirits of dead people?"

"Well our town is known as the most haunted place of Earth." Sam further explained and all I could do was gape at her.

"So you're saying not only are ghosts real, but you also have one that acts like a superhero? I'm sorry Sam that seems a little far fetched to me." I admitted and she just sighed before turning back to her sketch.

"If you don't believe me ask Danny. He'll tell you the exact same thing. I'm actually surprised he never brought up the topic while you two were pen pals."

"We never really talked much about our hometowns. I mean, mine is super weird and hard to understand so I just assumed he felt the same way about his." I informed and Sam had an amused smile on her face.

"That about sums it up. By the way, Chip is cute isn't he?" I looked at her confused at the sudden topic change. Her attention remained on the paper though.

"Um...sure?"

"Come on Timmy, even another boy can tell he's good looking." Sam argued erasing a line from her work.

"Well yeah, he is a celebrity. They are all generally good looking." This time she did look up at me with a smirk. "What's with the look?"

"You two seemed to have really hit it off. Considering you just met the guy this morning."

"He's a nice guy. Why wouldn't I get along with someone who helped me." I was seriously starting to get sick of people looking at me as if they were rubbing in that they knew something I didn't. Sam hummed before ignoring me again. This woman was weird. Before I could say anything further the teacher walked in. Glancing around I now saw that the room had filled with more students while Sam and I had been talking. I gave one last look at my friend's girlfriend before giving all my attention to the front of the classroom.

"I'm starting to think your stalking me." I hate to admit that I jumped a little at the sound of Chip's voice. I whipped my head around and find the singer smiling in his usual way before standing beside me at the two person prep table.

"You have plenty of those crazy stalkers already. This is purely a weird coincidence."

"Why didn't you tell me you were also taking a baking class?" he asked and I shrugged.

"I didn't think to. I wasn't trying to hide it or anything. Although I think Tootie would have something to say if she found out." At my frown Chip gave a raised brow. "I've never been good in the kitchen."

"I'm sure you can't be that bad."

"I burned a pot of boiling water." Chip's startled laugh made the other students in the room turn in surprise. The singer put a hand over his mouth to try at muffling the noise, but it still could be heard.

"Oh my god, I've never heard someone say that in real life before." he choked out between his fits of laughter. I pouted at his reaction and turned to face the front of the room. "I'm sorry, don't be mad. You have to admit that it's kind of amazing."

"If you consider impossible feats of failure amazing." I grumbled before Chip finally seemed to manage to contain himself to talk normally again.

"Why'd you sign up for Baking class if you're bad in the kitchen?" At his question I blushed a little and turned even more away. "With that reaction, I'm assuming you thought it would be an easy A?" I turned back to the man shocked at his completely accurate guess.

"Maybe." I mumbled ashamed at being caught at something so cliched.

"I'm looking forward to you bubble popping." Chip replied with a wicked smirk and I looked at him confused and slightly worried. What did that mean?

Chip Skylark's continuous laughter for the last twenty minutes was really beginning to grate on my nerves. Each time he would finally stop all he would do was look at me and it would start all over again. I suppose my entire outfit covered in flour and egg would be an amusing sight, but he was meant to be helping me clean up.

"Would you stop already." I said slapping the mop a little roughly onto the floor. The other wiped a tear from his eye before finally starting to wash the table again.

"I apologize, but that...was really something else."

"Are you going to keep making fun of me or help me clean?"

"How did you even manage to dump a full bag of flour over your head?" I could see him trying to hold in another bout of laughter as he scrubbed the remainder of the egg yolk from the counter top.

"I'm not talking to you." I stated, once again hitting the floor with the mop in irritation. It was quiet for a few minutes after that until the sound of Chip's cheerful humming cut through the tension. I tried to ignore it, but I found myself slowly turning to look back at the singer, who was slightly dancing to his own song while walking over to the sink near the windows. You could tell he was a dancer with just how gracefully his body moved around the counters with ease. The exact opposite of me, so uncoordinated that I would probably trip over a lady bug if it happened to be in my path. Feeling my confidence plummeting further with every second, I went back to cleaning up the rest of the floor.

"Guys, he's in here!" The sound of Tootie's voice startled me to look at the door way to find her walking in. A few second later Danny and Sam joined her.

"What happened in here?" I threw my pen pal a warning glare.

"Timmy is what happened." My so called best friend informed. "What possesses you to take baking of all things. Are you trying to blow up the school?"

"I didn't blow anything up! Just spilled a couple things." I snorted, which only earned me a look from Tootie and the sound of Chip once again laughing behind me. "And I don't want to hear any more from you!"

"Dude, it looks like a ghost rampaged in here." This analogy earned Danny an elbow to the ribs from Sam. "Ow, What did I say!?"

"If you all are done making fun of me, can I asked why you were looking for me?"

"It's dinner time. We came so we could all walk together." Tootie informed and my anger settled a fraction at the gesture.

"Chip can come too if he wants." Sam offered before looking at the singer for an answer.

"Thanks for the offer, but I don't think that would work out very well." he responded rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "I'll just eat in my dorm room."

"That reminds me, we still have to find our dorm room." Danny said before digging out a folded piece of paper form his jean pocket. "Looks like we're in the B dorms. Seems they are quite close to the cafeteria."

"We have plenty of time to see them. Let's just hurry and eat something." Tootie complained already marching for the doorway.

"How do you not now where your dorm room is? Didn't you come before school started to unpack your stuff?" Sam questioned.

"My Uncle Cosmo dropped my stuff off since I was working." I told her.

"I was a little busy too so I had Jazz do mine." Danny sighed as if remembering something bad. Sam gave her boyfriend a sympathetic smile while leaning into his side.

"Who's Jazz?" Tootie asked still standing in the exit.

"His older sister. She's a Psychologist now right?"

"Sure is, and a major pain during family gatherings. Do you know what it's like to know someones picking at everything you say?"

"Can't say that I do." I replied dumping the dirty mop bucket out into the sink.

"Alright, we can finish this conversation while eating." Tootie continued and we all decided it would be best to leave now. I glanced back at Chip before leaving the room and he waved when our eyes met. I copied him and then joined my friends as we made our way to the cafeteria.

"It's actually a lot bigger than I expected. I call the left side!" Danny proclaimed walking into our dorm room filled with dozens of unpacked boxes and plopping on the bare mattress. With a roll of my eyes, I joined my room mate in the room before shutting the door behind me. It definitely was a little more spacious than I would have thought a two person room would be, with two simple framed beds on each side of the back wall. There was a desk in the space in between them, that I'm guessing was Danny's since I hadn't brought one and I doubt the school gave complimentary desks for each dorm room, which had a large 3 panel curtain-less window above it. It certainly needed a personal touch with all the blank white hurting my eyes. Heading over to my pile of boxes, I managed to dig out my Crimson Chin sheets and then found a couple pillows and a blanket with some further poking around.

"Nice sheets." Danny said while rummaging through his own belongings.

"I know it's kind of childish, but I've read his comics since I was a kid."

"I'm not one to judge." he commented before surprising me by pulling out his own bed sheets covered in Crash Nebula. We both got to work making our beds and when that was done we started decorating the room with some posters and other personal things.

"That's better." my room mate commented as soon as the white walls were covered. I nodded in agreement before falling onto my bed completely exhausted by the day.

"I'm ready to go to sleep." I yawned rolling over to face the wall. I heard Danny moving around for a moment before sitting down on his own mattress.

"So you're one of those 'early to bed, early to rise' people huh?"

"No, I'm on of those 'when I'm tired as hell, I go to sleep' people." was my whispered reply as my eyes fell shut.

"Well I'm going to go see if Sam wants to hang out. I'll be back later." my room mate informed the sound of the door opening and closing falling close behind. A little nap sounded good. I'll join them in a couple hours.