A/N: I have created yet another chapter! I think there's only going to be one more chapter left. So, enjoy :D
Danny woke up to a lot of prodding to his side. "I don't wanna go to school, Mom… Five more minutes." he mumbled.
The poking continued. Danny sighed and opened his eyes and threw his blanket off his head. "What?" he said irritably.
It was his parents, hovering over him in their ever existing HAZMATs and some new ghost weapons.
"Danny, sweetie, how're you feeling? Ok?" His mom looked concerned.
'After you poked me awake?' He thought, annoyed. Even though not as many ghosts had been attacking, and Danny had been able to actually go to sleep on time, he kept waking up at night and couldn't get back to sleep.
"I'm fine," he replied. "What're you doing? It's like, 7."
"It's 11, honey. And well, we've been worried about you. We," Maddie stroked her son's hair, who moved away almost instantly. She sighed. "We saw that video on YouTube."
'Am I the only one who doesn't go on YouTube daily?' Danny thought.
"Are you being controlled by a ghost?" Jack butt in loudly.
"Are you having trouble sleeping because of school?"
"Are you having troubles with GHOSTS?"
Danny face-palmed. Of course his parents would freak. Danny didn't get it- it was just walking and talking in his sleep, big deal.
"Not to worry, son!" Jack boomed. "We've got a machine that'll fix you in no time!"
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"The Fenton?" Sam asked skeptically.
"They're still working on the name," Danny grumbled. He rolled his sore neck around, hearing it crack.
Sam, Tucker and Danny were sitting at their favorite lunch table outside.
"So what did it do?" Tucker asked, his mouth full of various meats at once.
"I got strapped to a chair and spun round and round until I puked, that's what." Danny rubbed his neck, thinking of the nauseating feeling of the chair. It was like those spinning teacups in the carnival, except the controls got jammed to maximum speed. Suddenly, he wasn't so hungry for his lunch. "My parents said it would stop the sleep talking."
"What?" Tucker took another bite of his meat. "You're hilarious when you talk in your sleep!"
"They think it has to do with a ghost."
"It doesn't, though, right?" Sam inquired.
"I don't think so," Danny said. "I mean, it's harmless, except for destroying the little reputation I had. Anyway, after I was done on the torture machine, I took care of it."
"Of what?"
"It," Danny crossed his arms, grinning mischievously.
O.o.O.o.O.o.O
Jazz was having a weird day. Really weird. Throughout the whole day, people kept pretending hold something to their face and whispered stuff. And they kept calling her PsychologyGirl1. Jazz had never heard of that name before- except that Saturday, when she'd made it up!
Jazz didn't exactly know what was going on, but there was one person who probably did. Danny.
At lunch, Jazz confronted Danny.
"Yes, PsychologyGirl1?" he said, looking up.
"What is going on?" Jazz demanded.
"Oh," he said innocently. Curse those baby blue eyes. "You haven't been on YouTube recently?"
"No, I haven't been on- Oh, no. Danny, did you put a video of me from last night on YouTube?"
"Oh, hey, I saw that!" Tucker spoke up. "Good times…"
Sam elbowed him, signaling to stay out of it.
Danny leaned back in his chair, smirking. "It was easy. I just looked at the security camera-tapes, deleted any incriminating footage of me turning into Phantom, and then looked through until I found one embarrassing video of you."
"Arrg!" Jazz felt like pulling her hair out. "You little twerp!"
Danny laughed. "Hey, we're even now!"
"No, we're not!" Jazz snapped. "It is SO on!" she stomped, her head held high.
"Ah, family," Tucker was cracking up.
"How immature can you get, Danny?" Sam chuckled.
"I know you are but what am I?"
"That doesn't even make sense!"
Danny is so cute when he's childish! Oh, and when he was talking about the video clip of Jazz, he edited it so the part where he phased through the string was removed. It was pretty much just Jazz talking to herself. Speaking of editing, try saying 'I edited it' out loud, it's cool XD