Chapter Three

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"Andrew. Andy. Ghostwriter. GW. My wonderful mate who needs to wake up." With the last two words, Danny rolled Andrew out of the bed, grinning at the groan and thump he heard. "In case you forgot, we both have school today." Not hearing anything, he peeked his head over the edge of the bed, grinning down at the other.

"You're a fucking demon." Aw, Andrew was always so adorable in the mornings. Especially when he started swearing at Danny in French.

"You're mixing up a few words there, love. You should have said, 'you're fucking a demon', which is entirely far too true." Reaching down, Danny lightly tugged on one of his mate's pointed ears, smiling softly as Andrew reached up to grab his hand and kiss the tips of his fingers. "Wake up, demon, you gotta get ready to teach ungrateful and spiteful teenagers."

Hopping out of bed, and stealing a pair of slacks and a shirt from the other, Danny hopped to the kitchen, looking around to see the coffee was already made. "Truly, Vidya, he doesn't deserve you." Amused humming tumbled through his head, the teen happily humming along as he reached for their usual cups. "So, here's a question, would you get fired if the school board finds out we're sleeping together?"

"Maybe?" Andrew yawned, giving Danny a sweet kiss when he had a coffee cup handed to him, hand coming up to rub at his exposed hip where his shirt was riding up. "Don't really know, don't really care."

"They probably won't find out- I mean, the entire schools already thinks you're sleeping with Phantom. Which, you know, not technically a lie." As proven last night. "Still! Just gotta be careful not to let them connect the dots between Fenton and Phantom, and we're golden!"

"With our bad luck?" Sighing, Danny pecked Andrew on the cheek, nudging him towards the table to sit down.

"I can dream, mon ange. I can dream."

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"Sooo, Mr. Riter, you know how you said we're free to ask you ghost-related questions at the beginning of class?"

"Something I am surely going to regret by the end of this day, but yes. Do you have a question?" Andrew hated high school. Why did he ever want to teach teenagers? This was a circle of hell that he wanted no part in. The deepest circle of hell.

"So, yesterday you said you sleep with Phantom, and, well… Is he any good in bed?" Oh Lord on High strike him down now for the sins that have been committed.

"Asking a teacher about their sex life rarely ends in good things, Ms. Sanchez." A glance to Danny showed his face was a complete red, and he had his gaze trained on the window. Well… It would be a shame if Andrew couldn't have a little fun with this. "To answer your question, however, yes, he is very good in bed." And he thought his mate's face couldn't get any redder. Oh, how wrong he was.

"Who tops?" Alright, so teaching teenagers wasn't so bad, if he got to have fun like this every day.

"I'll let you take a wild guess," Andrew snorted, reaching for one of the markers and standing up to write the day's lesson. "And it isn't the hero."

Sam and Tucker slowly looked over to Danny, who had pulled his hood up and was doing his best to ignore the world at large. Poor little thing must have been an embarrassed mess, at this point. "Any more questions before we get started?"

"What kind of ghost powers do you have? Like, besides the flight and stuff?" Now there was a interesting question.

"I can control, rewrite, and shift reality to suit my needs whenever I want. Meaning, if I was so inclined, I could make it to where you never existed and where no one, at all, remembers you were here. Worse, I could make you fail. Of course, I don't really need my powers for that one, since most of you can do that on your own."

The complete silence was something he was very proud of, Andrew turning back to the board with a content hum, "Now, onto today's lesson."

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"I cannot believe you! Why would you say that in front of my classmates! Are you trying to send me to the other half of my death?"

"They asked a question, I answered, no one thinks you're Phantom." Andrew was more amused than anything, halfheartedly grading papers as he watched Danny pace along the classroom floor. He could tell right now that Danny spending lunch hour there was going to become a habit. "Are you going to continue panicking, or are you going to eat your lunch?"

"My life is ruined." Such dramatics. It was more than a little amusing, to be honest, especially since Andrew could tell Danny was just being dramatic for the sake of being dramatic, at this point.

"Oui, oui, mon cher. Everything is completely ruined and there is no hope or future for you here in this town. Truly, your best hope is to flee into another world, and never again return." Rolling his eyes as he felt Danny lean against him from behind the chair, he sighed and leaned back. "It's fine, Danny. No one's going to connect things."

"But what if." At the raised eyebrow, Danny gave a sigh of his own. "Yeah, yeah, I know. What and if are nothing but words in the English language and to put them together in such a way as to where we question ourselves and our choices is a poor decision, and we are better off putting that mental energy into changing things, instead of wishing away for the past."

A long silence, Andrew finally shaking his head with a sigh, "Why can't you remember your vocabulary lists that well?"

"Oh, complain, complain!"

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The questions at the start of class, apparently, had become a thing. It was something Danny wasn't sure he should be amused by or not. It also was a thing, however, that most of the questions were asked in first period. Word of phone did indeed travel fast in his school.

"Hey, Mr. Riter, how old are you? Like, age that you, uh-"

"Died?" At the small nod of the student, Andrew rolled his eyes with a smile. "Twenty two." Danny sighed and oh, this was going to be interesting. Andrew seemed to realize his mistake, as he looked back at the class from where he was writing notes on the board. "Why do I get the feeling I'm going to regret telling you that?"

"Wait, wait, wait! How old is Phantom, again?" This was officially Danny's favorite class of his entire school career. If only for the drama that was happening.

"He is at the age of where he can legally consent, and that's all you need to know." Flustered Andrew was so nice to watch. "Someone please ask another question. Please."

"Can we ask how you died?" Gritting his teeth, Danny tried not to glare at the person who had asked. Especially when he saw how uncomfortable Andrew looked at the new topic.

"I would rather not discuss the details." Neither would Danny. Andrew didn't talk much about how he died, and Danny would rather not know the details.

Raising his hand, Danny made sure to speak loudly enough to capture the room's attention, "Mr. Riter, which ghost do you find the most annoying?"

"My brother." The answer was immediate, ripples of laughter spreading through the classroom and erasing the tense atmosphere that had been forming. "He has redeeming features, but I'm not sure the rest of him is worth the trouble. Now, if we could return to actually learning something."

Looking down to his notes, Danny fell into the familiar routine of listening to Andrew and taking notes, near forgetting they were in school. He only realized it when the bell rang, students rushing to escape the classroom. Gathering his things, he walked up to Andrew with a smirk, "Randy's probably feeling pretty insulted right now, you know."

"I can't much find it within me to care," Andrew shot his own smirk back, the look softening after a few moments. "Thank you, mon cher."

"Of course. By the way, Mr. Riter, how would you like to have lunch with me, later. A lonely student who's all alone with you in your classroom where there's no chance of anyone coming in-" The rest of his words were cut off with a hand over his mouth, Danny's grin wide.

"You are incorrigible."

"Only for you."