Fear a new idea in mind. I may as well get it out before people yell at me.

Danny and Vlad live under the same roof (Vlad is Danny's father) and the two of them do have their spats, but it's nothing unusual. Typical father-son sort of thing. One day, Danny gets ghost powers from fixing a portal located in the house. Vlad gets upset that Danny discovers this portal and forces Danny out of the house. Meanwhile, he moves to Amity Park, finds a girl named Sam and Tucker, goes into a family of ghost hunters and discovers he has ghost powers. (all at fifteen) Low and behold, a couple months later, a strange ghost appears by the name of Plasmius. Phantom and he fight each other, they become enemies, and blah blah blah. Yet, he still misses his father, but when he goes to see him again, Vlad is kind of upset at seeing him. Tosses him out, Danny becomes semi-bitter, and...

Yeah. That's what's going on so far.

Sorry about that. Tell me how it sounds!

Challenge by Dante Inferno

8. Moon

Was it true that the dipstick was really falling for her?

She had no idea. It all seemed like one big dream to her as she floated across the skies of Amity Park, fixing the strings on her guitar and making sure she could play the music that could make one fall in love within a moment's notice. She sighed and rolled her eyes, twisting and turning and grumbling under her breath. Sure, she didn't exactly fall for him, but…

Was she?

For all Ember McLain knew, her enemy Danny Phantom was just another average teenage ghost with nothing but a life and the ability to suck those stupid ghosts into his thermos. Okay, so she had been in there once, and it wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world. Actually, she hated it. No room to move around, no way to do anything she exactly wanted, per se, but once she was back in the Ghost Zone… well, that was a completely different story. Ember enjoyed Amity Park- and for a good reason. Love was everywhere, and she could make anything happen with her songs.

But was that true with Phantom?

"Ember!"

She turned around and groaned, noticing the ghost hybrid in a midair fighting stance. "Listen, dipstick, I'm not in the mood to fight you tonight," she told him flatly, looking down the arm of the guitar. She settled on some strings and slammed an "A" chord, throwing Phantom back somewhat with a large pink ecto-blast. "I know it takes really serious effort for you to believe that I'm sometimes out for here the heck of it and not to woo some kids, but that's your own point of view, isn't it?"

Phantom blinked for a moment, rubbing his head. "Excuse me?"

Ember sighed, holding the guitar by the neck and giving him a strange sort of look. "Someone's confused. Point being, Danny, if you're waiting to make a move, you're a bit late. Someone's already hit on me… a bit more of a man, if you ask me."

"So I've heard," the hybrid replied dryly. "Skulker's looking for more pelts to hang on his wall. One of them being mine."

She laughed, her ponytail swishing back and forth. Phantom was almost mesmerized by the female ghost. "I can see that happening. I'd want yours too after what…" She stopped talking, blinking. "Um, Phantom?"

He seemed to be floating slowly towards her. "Ember?"

She began to back away. "I already told you, you're too late! God, dipstick, quit hitting on me! I'm not in even in the range of your age!"

"It's not like that!" he told her fiercely, his eyes flashing angrily. "It's just… well…"

She waited.

"You've… got something in your… hair," he finished rather lamely, reaching out for the flame.

Ember smirked. "You're going to burn your hand there, ghost kid."

Phantom raised an eyebrow. "I think I'll manage."

He raised a hand to the spot on her head and began to wrap his fingers slowly around her neck. She looked at him. He was… actually, kind of cute. Not hot manly like, but sort of teenage cuteness. His hair was messy; his gaze was so lost and confusing. It was almost like he didn't know what he was doing. She cocked her head mockingly. "Are you going to attempt to kiss me, ghost boy?" she whispered, despite the moonlight shining down on them both.

He pulled his hand away, clutching what appeared to be a feather or something. "Your hair."

Ember snorted. "Yeah? What about it?"

"It shines in the moonlight, Ember. It's really pretty."

She laughed again. "My hair isn't pretty. It's almost…" She fumbled around for a moment. "…well, I guess it is shiny."

He grinned. "So."

"So what?"

"Aren't you going to… I dunno, attempt to kiss me?"

That stopped her cold in her tracks. She fumbled around for any word to say, but nothing could come to mind. She looked so lost, soured, petrified, elated… no one had ever asked that before. Not even her big lump of a ghost hunter boyfriend who couldn't catch this kid for beans. She blushed slightly. "Um, no. I wasn't going to try and do that."

"Oh." He sounded disappointed. "I was just… well, um…"

Her jaw dropped. "You really want to kiss me, dipstick?"

His lips suddenly smashed up against hers. Her eyes widened as she stared at the hybrid's closed eyes, hardly daring to believe this. The ghost kid was kissing her? What the heck was this?! Since when did he become so impulsive?! He always went for the Manson girl. That was the woman he loved, not her! Something else was bothering her, too.

Why was she almost enjoying this as much as he appeared to be?

She pulled away slowly, gazing at him in a very un-Emberlike manner. "What the hell was that?"

Phantom shrugged. "I wanted to know what going to the moon felt like for a little bit."

She crossed her arms. "Huh. That's funny. Because I felt nothing but your rank breath and my lips squished up against your own."

"Love isn't easy, Ember," he told her. "And neither are you."

"Because I already HAVE a boyfriend!" she yelled at him. "How many times does that have to be yelled through that thick skull of yours?"

Phantom pulled out a thermos. Her eyes widened with fear and she grabbed her guitar.

He put it back away into his outfit and grinned. She narrowed her eyes. "What kind of trick are you playing on me now?"

Phantom looked back up at the moon and back at Ember McLain, famous rock star ghost. "Well, some ghosts have the need for fresh air, don't they?" he asked. "I figure this can be your one free night."

Her jaw dropped. "What?"

"Hurry up," he told her, putting his hand behind his back. "Before I change my mind."

Ember nodded. "I'll see you around, dipstick," she told him before flying off to the stadium.

Phantom smiled. "You too, Ember. You, too…"

Oh, my god. A DannyEmber piece. This is for the DannyEmber person in some of us. –coughInvaderJohnnycough- Reviews are enjoyed. Thanks for reading.