Chapter 1- Moving In:
Danny:
I groaned as we carried the shopping bags into the apartment . Since Sam was rich, we bought two apartments (both were next door neighbors- ours was Apartment B777 and Tucker's was Apartment B776). Sam and I shared one and Tucker had the other. Sam and I's apartment was one bedroom, one bathroom, then it had the kitchen, dining space, and living room (Tucker's apartment had a similar layout since both apartments came furnished, but our bedroom had a bigger bed). The floors were all tan carpet with white walls, a typical apartment get-up. Sam's and I's bedroom (I love saying that) had a large bed (not that it mattered, 'Why are you smirking?' 'I never pegged you as a bed hog or a cuddle person.'). Besides the spare room that we turned into a lab, it was a normal apartment...normal…I saddened. I could never be normal. I could never fully live my life. I was a poor orphaned half ghost whose family was murdered.
I sighed. Sam didn't know it, but there was a reason I was becoming a tad distant. I just couldn't mourn. Not the way they went, not until people knew the truth about them, their deaths, their murderer, and the so-called beloved town mayor.
Sam insisted, however, that we update our wardrobe to be less recognizable. I hate to admit that she had a point. I still don't see the point of changing my ghost form's clothes and name, it's not like I'm going to go ghost anytime soon. Anyway, Sam still was a Goth (that's something she couldn't give up). She wore a dark purple long-sleeved shirt that, according to her, is surprisingly comfortable and easy to move in, that was also cropped (still showing off her flat, toned stomach, and belly button), black skinny jeans, and knee-high black combat boots. She kept her hair down though, and I never really realized how long her hair is until now. I was happy that she wore the 'Wes' ring (that really spelt Sam), but she decided to mix it up. She wore it on a silver chain around her neck. It was gorgeous no matter where it was on her.
Tucker wore cameo pants, black shoes, and a green tank. He was sad to see his signature red beret go. I wore regular blue jeans (though Sam pouted that she couldn't get me into the black skinny jeans), a dark purple tight t-shirt that showed off my muscles (Sam picked it out) and a black jacket that I kept unzip, plus Sam got me black combat boots. We were practically matching- not that I'm complaining.
Due to Sam, I changed my ghost form's look as well. Not too much, but according to her the jumpsuit was too recognizable, and so was my name (well, anything's better than Inviso-Bill). My ghost half now had black pants, white combat boots, a black shirt and a single white fingerless glove (Sam insists it's 'in style'). Sam instated that we changed my ghost name. I grumbled at that, since I wouldn't be going ghost and saving people- but I think Sam thinks that I will. My new ghost name- Schim (which according to Google Translate means Phantom in Dutch).
Sam got me something 'special' to wear since I gave her the ring. I grumbled, saying that she shouldn't, but she said she was- it was her birthday gift to me. It was a simple ring that looked similar to my dad's class ring that had her name engraved into it. In fact, it was almost the exact same, and it had Danny engraved on the inside (I never take it off, even when I'm in ghost form- it stays). We both smiled and now both of us wear our rings on a silver chain around our necks
Tucker won't stop complaining that we match and it makes him the third wheel out. Of course, we all laughed afterwards. Currently, Sam and I were on the couch in our night wear (which for me is a pair of black sweats and for her it's black shorts and black sports bra- after a week living here, I'm used to it).
We were watching Lion King.
"Why is this so familiar," I asked.
Sam, who was cuddled next to me with her head on my chest, looked curious.
"Maybe because it's similar to our lives?"
"Are you saying that I am going to become King and save the savanna?"
Sam stuck out her tongue at me and I laughed. While watching the movie, my eyes wondered to the walls. We decorated them with pictures. It hurt, but at the same time, it was also nice. It showed that it was permanent.
During a commercial, Sam grabbed the remote.
"Hey," I pouted, "I was watching the Lion King, and I thought you were too."
"Hang on, I wanna…I wanna check the news…"
I groaned as she paused the movie to get her laptop. I fiddled with the remote while she sat beside me with her laptop in her lap. We've only been here a week, but every day she checks the Amity Park news. I think part of it is to show me the town is doing fine. After five minutes, she put the laptop up and cuddled back to my chest. She had the blanket over both of us and pressed play.
"Anything?"
"Not yet."
I smirked.
"I told you it would take a while."
I saddened, I shouldn't be this chipper. I sighed, but Sam didn't notice. Yes, I was sad. I've been sad, it can't be helped. I guess I'm just numb. I seem to forget everything until it comes up. I forget that everyone I know is dead until it's starring me right in the face.
I think it's weird though. I can't remember something about their murder. I know who murdered them, but the more time that passes the more I forget about it. I vaguely remember the incident. I haven't mentioned it to Sam or Tucker, but maybe I should.
"Sam," I said as I paused the movie, and we jumped. Of course I had to pause it right when a hyena's face was covering the screen. It looked unnerving.
"I need to talk to you."
Sam sat up straight and looked at me concerned.
"What is it?"
"I…"
No. I couldn't tell her. She may think I was going nuts, and I didn't want her to leave me…I forced a smile.
"Nothing. I just…I love you."
I pulled her into a hug with my face in her hair. I could feel her sigh in relief.
"I love you too, Danny."