So I'm finally at my grandparent's house...but they don't have internet so I'm at Starbucks right now.

This idea has been in my head for quite awhile, but I have no time or inspiration to make a story out of it.

Maybe someone else does.

Also, I don't like people trolling my fics kthnx.

Status: Adoptable

-Phanny

Danny was getting rather bored.

This new ghost – a pale, white, transparent female – wasn't what he was used to, but still...she refused to say her name, her motives, and her battle tactics were predictable. She didn't know when to quit, though, as he had been fighting her for almost an hour.

"Come now, boy," she finally spoke, her voice was clear as a bell, "admit that I am boring you."

"Uhm...okay?" Danny said, raising an eyebrow, "can we just end this?"

"Now why hadn't you said that before?" She gave him a look of sadness that he was sure wasn't genuine, "you must say what you mean. Open yourself up, no one likes a liar, boy."

The female ghost's eyes became red, and Danny swore he felt a fiery hot prickling running from his head all the way down to the base of his spine, and his head felt like it was about to explode. He closed his eyes from the pain, and when he finally reopened them, she was gone. He was left to groan and out of curiosity felt his forehead. The fiery feeling was gone, and he was cool to the touch again.

'What the hell was that?"

Danny grunted in pain when he was slammed against his locker, and he looked up to see Dash Baxter glaring down at him.

"Fenton," the bully said, "where were ya this morning? I had all this frustration built up and no one to take it out on."

"I was fighting a ghost Dash, and I'm sorry that I wasn't there to fulfill your childish needs – isn't it time you found a new hobby? My dad says needlepoint is artsy and relaxing."

'Wait, what?' He hadn't meant to say that out loud! He covered his mouth with his hands, but it was too late.

"What'd you say, Fenton?" Dash shouted. Oh boy, people were starting to stare...

"You heard me," oh man, why couldn't he stop talking? "Don't you have a puppy to kick or a virgin to despoil somewhere?* Seriously, people are starting to stare...I really don't like being seen with you."

Dash was seeing red, and Tucker put a nervous hand on his friend's shoulder.

"Dash, uh, he...he didn't mean that – ghost fighting? Please."

"Sure I meant it," stop talking, Danny! He began to panic, "Tucker, help me..."

"Right now the proper response is to walk away, dude. Or, you know, run..." Both boys decided to dash off while Dash was still confused in his rage. As soon as they were at Sam's locker, Danny fully began to panic.

"Danny, what's going on with you?" Sam asked, putting a hand on his shoulder after she heard Tucker's recount of past events.

"I—I don't know! I was fighting this girl ghost earlier, and for most of the time she didn't talk, but she that, like, 'admit I'm boring you' or something, and then got on my case for being a liar or some nonsense like that and then she told me 'say what you mean' and then I got this really weird feeling..."

It seemed to dawn on Tucker first, "dude, she made it so you can't lie!"

"no, no, it—it's more than that! It's like, every time something comes into my head, I can't help but say it out loud! Like, back there, I couldn't keep my freaking mouth shut! By the way I've always thought you look really good in that skirt-" Danny covered his mouth again, and Sam turned red and looked away, distracting herself by putting her books in her locker.

"This is going to be an issue..." Tucker stopped himself from chuckling long enough to speak. He peered into Sam's locker, "got any duct tape in there? I mean, unless you want him to keep telling you how pretty you are-"

"Tucker!"

*I swear I've seen this line somewhere, but I'm not sure where...but, it came to me just when I was writing this, and so I stuck it in there.

Hope you liked it. I snuck a little DxS in there...isn't it nice and blatantly obvious?