The rest of the week passed without too much of an event, besides the occasional ghost fight. Danny didn't even see Michael for the rest of the week. He found it strange, but brushed it off. The less ghosts there were for him to deal with, the better. He hung out in front of the Nasty Burger, waiting, and grinned when Andrew finally came walking around the corner. "Geez, man, I thought you were all proper and gentlemanly and stuff. Making me wait. What kind of knight in shining glasses are you?"

Andrew rolled his eyes, adjusting the books under his arm. "Somehow, one that got himself mixed up in your shenanigans."

Danny scoffed, putting a hand to his chest. "Wow. Rude. I am so hurt right now. And here I was, about to buy you food."

He looked again at the fast food restaurant, then back to Danny. "Really? From… here?"

Danny put a hand on his hip, "Oh, I see how it is. You're too good for some greasy burgers and fries. News flash! You're a teen. About time you started acting like one."

He took one of Andrew's hands, dragging him into the place, and taking his favorite corner booth seat at the back. "Man, this place is the best. And the greatest thing is no adults. They stay away because so many kids hang out here. Isn't it great?"

Andrew took one of the available napkins, wiping up a splatter of indeterminable liquid from the table. "Indeed… Really, why here?"

Danny rolled his eyes. "Why not? I invited Sam and Tucker so they'll be coming soon, and this is a great meet up place, and this way we all get food. If the cheapskates have money this time. Lame."

Andrew copied the motion the younger had done, rolling his own eyes. "So we're only here because you're hungry."

Danny crossed his arms, "Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't want anything to eat."

Andrew leaned over the table with a glare. "I will not eat anything, because I am above this… this oil pile, and I am not hu-" His stomach gurgled, effectively cutting him off, and striking him silent. His face lightly flushed as he fell back into his seat. Seeing Danny's snickers, he scowled. "Not a word."

Danny smiled. "Pat pat, Andrew." At the look he was given, he shrugged. "What? I would actually pat you, but," His hand pawed uselessly in the air, "You're so far…"

The bookworm put his head in his hand. "How on earth have I put up with you…"

"I'm lovable." Andrew looked up, only to be greeted by the biggest, sunniest grin the teen could manage. He only sighed again, putting his head back in his hand. Danny cleared his throat. "Okay, so, uh, I'm still not really getting it. Hamlet's uncle killed his dad to be king and marry his mom? How messed up is that guy? He's a total fruitloop. God, he reminds me of Vlad." At Andrew's questioning look, he explained. "Vlad is this one guy I met at my parent's college reunion, he's this like secret ghost hunter, and he tried to kill Dad to get with Mom, I think. I dunno, it was really weird."

Andrew shook his head, "That sounds incredibly confusing. But then if you have a real life example, why aren't you understanding this?"

"I dunno, I mean, I guess-"

"DANNY! TELL HIM TO KNOCK IT OFF!"

"NO, NUH UH, DON'T YOU GO PINNING THIS ON ME YOU'RE THE ONE OVER THERE WITH YOUR GOTHY ANGST!"

Danny sighed as Tucker sat next to him, and Sam next to Andrew, effectively trapping them both in. The one downside to a booth. "What are you guys even arguing about this time?"

Sam crossed her arms, looking away from them, while Tucker stuck his nose up in the air defiantly. In unison, they both declared, "Nothing!" And glared at each other again.

Danny pushed away from the table, "Oookay, hey, Tuck, why don't you come with me to get food?" The geek nodded, and the boys got up from the table to wait in line. "Alright, man. What's going on with you two?"

Tucker shook his head, taking out his PDA. "Uh uh, no way, man. I'm not talking about this. That's her business she wanted to tell me about. I ain't gonna break the bro-not-a-bro code."

"Whatever, man. You got money?"

Tucker took out his wallet with a smirk. "Guess who got payed."

Danny grinned, "Dude, nice! That electronic store is the best thing to ever happen to you."

Tucker nodded. "Yeah, definitely. Speaking of best things to happen to people…" He put a hand on Danny's shoulder. "Bro, me and Sam, you know we love ya, right?"

Danny's eyes widened, "Uh, yeah, I mean, I guess…"

"And you know we'll accept you no matter what?"

"Is this going somewhere?"

Tucker opened his mouth to say something, only for the cashier to say "Next!"

He deflated, and they stepped forward. "I'm just saying, you don't need to hide anything from us."

His eyes widened as his thoughts raced. Was it possible he knew? That they knew? But he had been so careful! He had made sure there was no way anyone could know! But then why was he acting like he knew? How could he possibly know how scared he was- His thoughts broke when Tucker bumped him with his elbow. "Hey, man, order your food."

He nodded, "Oh, uh, right. Um, Large fry, chocolate shake. Uh, large for that one, too. Oh, yeah, and a small coffee!" He gave the cashier her money, responding to her fake smile with one of his brighter, more genuine ones. He turned to Tucker as they went back to their seat. "So, what did you get?"

"I got the ultimate Mighty Meaty burger, and a salad, and some soda."

"Dude, nice. Why the salad?"

Tucker tossed his head in the goth's direction. "Why do you think?"

He rose his hands in defense. "Well, sorry! I didn't think she threatened you to buy her food, again!"

Tucker sighed, "Why do I bother?"

They got back to the table, Danny sliding into his seat, Andrew not looking very amused. "Manson, I say we drop the issue and never speak of this again."

Danny rose an eyebrow, "What are you two talking about?"

Andrew glared down at the table. "We weren't. She was attempting to start a conversation, which failed."

Sam smirked, turning to Danny, "So, what did you two talk about?

Danny shook his head hopelessly, "I don't even know." He gasped happily, and dug into his bag. "I forgot I brought these so I can show you guys!" He tugged his 'goggles' out of his backpack, holding them up triumphantly. "Okay, so it's just the skeletal frame, but still! Maybe in a few months, I'll have these babies up and running again!"

Andrew furrowed his brow. "What do you mean again? And what are they?"

Danny rubbed the back of his neck. "Right. I forgot… See, um, do you maybe remember my backpack exploding on your first day?"

He scoffed, "How could I forget? To be honest, it was quite impressive."

"Heh, yeah. Well, the thing is. It was the first model of these. But it's okay! That actually made me realize a few things! Like how I can make them waterproof! Presenting the beginnings of the Fenton Goggles 2.0! They can see in infrared, ultraviolet, and they can see ghost signatures even if the ghost is invisible! Well, they'll be able to. Later. I'm still working on them, obviously. But when they're done, I'm gonna show them off to my parents! Then… then they'll see…"

Tucker slung an arm over his friend's shoulders, and Sam sent him a reassuring smile. "Yeah. They'll see you're an even more kickbutt ghost hunter than they are."

Andrew gaped at his proclamation. "You mean… I destroyed…"

Danny waved his hands, "No, no, no! Well, yes, but like I said, it's fine! They're gonna be even better now!"

"I-" He was cut off by the sound of Danny's ghost alarm going off, which Danny's eyes immediately jumped to.

"Shit!" He jumped out of his seat, and took out his ecto pistol, running out of the restaurant ready to face yet another ghost.