Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or 6teen.

The weeks of October rolled in quickly, signaled by the many ghosts who brought Danny sleepless nights. If there was one moment where the ghost boy could complain about his life at its busiest, it was the entirety of the month.

And this week was packed with the ghost boy's most frequent enemies: Monday had Skulker lining the gym with traps, Tuesday featured an encore with Ember, and yesterday had an incident with the Box Ghost, but that was like swatting a fly with a Fenton Bazooka.

Today's enemy was Penelope Spectra, who had been pulling a series of vicious pranks, from pulling the fire alarm to spiking the cafeteria food with a ghostly aura, making everyone throw up. All this was to make them miserable so she could rejuvenate her appearance, despite being a dark wisp right now.

Danny had caught wind of her schemes just in time as he found the woman with her associate, the shape-shifting Bertrand. The latter was locking arms with the ghost boy in the form of a Frankenstein monster as Spectra left for one last dose of misery.

"Now, who's gonna be my cherry on top," Spectra said, rubbing her hands together.

Scanning the school grounds, the wisp noticed Amélie being followed by a legion of boys. The French girl ignored them as she looked for a place to read. The jocks were doing their best to keep at the front of the crowd, but none worked together.

"Now who is that?" Spectra wondered out loud. Her smile widened in a slasher style as she looked over the French girl. "She's got a killer figure. That height, the hair, the skin, her chest seems too big but I can work with that."

"Then it's a good thing I'm not gonna let you touch anyone," Danny said from behind, blasting the dark ghost. The attack was at point-blank range and devasted the wicked woman.

Spectra screamed as she checked the wound. ''Twas only a flesh wound, but she growled at the ghost boy nonetheless. She flicked her claws as she swerved about in the air. She looked around for Bertrand, only to see Danny shaking his thermos. With her partner captured, she could not risk the same fate.

Or so she wanted. Trying to escape, the dark wisp soared into the sky, turning invisible, but the ghost boy was quicker with the thermos, and she soon found herself captured once again with no way out till she was deposited into the Ghost Zone.

"Like I would let you go," Danny quipped as he put on the cap. He phased into the school walls as he found a place to transform in the empty janitor's closet.

The boy checked his surroundings carefully as he left. With spooks coming in at all times, he had less time for school than usual. And he wasn't the only one to have troubles.

Things had become rowdier for Amélie as well.

With Halloween coming up, it was time for the annual haunted house event at school and parties at someone's home. The popular kids were already planning on decorations and music, with this year's host being Paulina. The Latina girl was excited at the prospect of showing off once more, telling everyone of a fabulous costume she'd be wearing this year.

But this also meant boys were wondering what the French girl would wear. Since the childhood years of trick or treating were long gone, teens opted to dance around in whatever costume they desired, provided they didn't have to deal with much trouble.

Those of the nerds and geek clique often design spectacular costumes of their favorite characters in stunning detail. There were a few store-bought suits, but no one complained. They were often joined by other outcasts, and sometimes, even goths. This was the one time of year no one could bother them for their hobbies unless they were near absolute jerks.

The rest, particularly jocks, cheerleaders, and anyone popular, always threw a major party, flaunting their status and parent's money, if possible. In contrast to those lower on the social totem pole, the A-listers opted for whatever they thought was funny or what might look good on them.

For Amélie, someone who had simply been placed at the top, had to hear speculations and rumors about what she'd wear during the festivities. And while she would not refuse such an outing, it was bothersome to hear nerds talk about her in skimpy comic book costumes or the jocks talking about a pageant queen in a swimsuit.

She was obviously not going as any of those, but there was a costume in mind. She did want to try dressing up as someone, even if it was much for teenagers. Now, if she just had a safe place to try it on.

"Oh gee, I wonder what little miss Amélie will wear?" Sam snarked, watching the French girl go by as she got her books.

"You could always ask her yourself." Danny pointed behind him with a thumb where the girl in question was. "Like I said, she'd like someone to talk to besides the jocks."

"Says you. You're the only one who can talk to her out of school," Tucker retorted.

"Only because Jazz is friends with her." Danny pointed to his older sister, talking with the French girl. "Like I said, you guys could join us. It's a study group."

The two friends watched Amélie with mixed reactions. Tucker was excited at the prospect but was concerned about the main problem. He turned to Sam, wearing a scowl. It was no secret the goth girl held disdain for Amélie and not for shaking up the hierarchy. Since hearing that Danny saw the French girl once a week, she actually attempted to join but was turned down by other forces.

Without Danny and Tucker knowing, Sam had asked Jazz earlier. The girl could recall the event just weeks ago.

Sam started early in the school day as she approached Jazz. Tucker was preoccupied that day staring at the cheerleaders, whom he overheard about prospective uniform changes. The girl knew Danny would be too busy fighting ghosts and took this opportunity to talk to his sister in private.

"So, Jazz, Danny said you're having a study group with Amelie," Sam said, walking up to the girl.

"It's pronounced Amélie, but yeah. I'm helping her study and we hang out." Jazz spoke with an innocent tone as she checked her locker for anything else she'd need for class. Closing the metal door shut, she turned to Sam. "You wanna join?"

"Sure, I guess." Sam chuckled before leaning on a locker. "I mean, what's the worst that could happen?"

Jazz slammed her locker, giving the goth girl a glare.

"Sam, Amélie is a good person. Not all pretty people are the same."

"I never said that."

"No, but you are insinuating." Jazz glanced over her shoulder at her brother, who had closed and locked his locker. He waited for Sam as he and Tucker chatted, unaware the goth was with her. The elder sister turned her attention back to the goth. "I know you don't like popular stuff, but maybe instead of pushing it away for the sake of it, you actually try and take a look at what you're rejecting."

"Tell you what, I'll think about and get back you. Let's say next Monday." Sam turned to leave, but her shoulder was held by Jazz.

"Sam, I'm serious. I hang out with Amélie a lot, and she's nothing like the popular girls here. She can be a lot of fun."

The goth shrugged, walking away as she gave a passing glance at Amélie, who was surrounded by Dash and the jocks. The girl studied the French girl's expression for a moment, seeing notions of forced happiness and something more hidden. It perplexed the girl, but she had put it on the back burner of her mind as she walked to class with her friends.

"Sam, I know you have an utter disdain for anything popular, but I think you should give Amelie a chance," Danny said. "Look, I don't talk to her at school because of Dash, but she's not like the others."

The goth girl stared at her friend with stern eyes of unconvinced stubbornness. While she trusted Danny, hearing those words again was a bit annoying, but she was here, still.

"Sam...please."

The ghost boy's pleading broke through, and reluctantly, Sam walked over to say high to the French girl. She was one of the few students the jocks didn't care enough to intervene. A perk to being unpopular, if needed to be.

"Hey," Sam said, trying to sound neutral. She had no reason to be polite but didn't want to be rude, and though Jazz glared at her, Amelie smiled at the pros[pect of another girl to talk to.

"Bonjour...uh...pardon, but I can't remember your name." Amelie pointed to Danny carefully, with her books covering her hand. "You're one of his friends, right?"

Sam ignored the tinge of anger as she powered on. The goth was aware this would happen, but that didn't mean a spark of frustration wouldn't happen. A drawback to how she keeps herself at the bottom of the totem pole.

"It's Sam, and yeah, Danny and I hang out." Sam glanced behind her shoulder for a moment, where Danny was watching with a playful smirk. "So anyway, I was wondering what kind of costume you'd be wearing for Halloween."

"Well, I once thought about dressing up as that Jessica lady in that movie. Her husband is a rabbit, I think."

Danny and Tucker hung their mouths as Sam rolled her eyes before speaking. "Sure, because you can definitely pull of that look." She snarked.

"Sam!" Jazz whispered, elbowing the goth.

But Sam ignored the jab as she went back to snarking.

"I mean, I guess I'd wear something like that, if I could pull it off."

"I can relate to her. That is why I was thinking of dressing up like her." Amélie's voice was deadpan. She then said not a word as she left before the goth girl could say anything else. The bell rang, interrupting them as the French girl walked away.

Sam scoffed as she followed for class.

"Oh please, like she'd really dress up like that," the goth snarked with a smirk. She didn't notice the looks Tucker and Jazz were giving, with her indifference keeping their glares away.

But on Halloween weekend, she was given quite the surprise. It was a Friday on the penultimate day of the month when she visited the study group.

Having convinced Jazz to let her join, Sam was walking with Tucker to Danny's house. The two were in costume, an idea Jazz said, as they journeyed over. The goth went all out, loving Halloween in a scary undead Frankenstein costume with altered clothes and blood smeared on fake stitched wounds and bolt scattered in patterned detail. The techno-geek had fun with his costume as well, having customized a superhero costume with built-in muscles that didn't look fake in comparison to his body. He liked more like a barbarian from the 90s, but he could decide whatever he wanted to dress up as.

The two knocked on the door of Fenton Works. Tucker was excited, being able to meet Amelie without the interference of the entire football team. Part of the boy wished he had done this sooner. His gothic friend was less enthusiastic. But their demeanor changed as they saw their ghostly friend when the door opened.

Danny's costume wasn't as flashy or put together. He looked more like a discount astronaut with a two sizes too big costume. His friends couldn't help laughing at the ridiculousness of it all, but they only did so for a long minute before looking at the ghost boy from head to toe.

"Let me guess," Sam chuckled. "Too many ghost fights again so you had to buy at the last minute."

"It was either this or Fenton spandex," Danny groaned. "And besides, no one else will see this, well except you guys, Jazz, and Amélie."

"I wonder what she's wearing," Tucker commented with a sly grin. He was given an elbow to his stomach by the goth girl, but he powered through with wiggling eyebrows.

Sam ignored him as she walked inside, not sure what to expect. But once inside, she and Tucker stared in shock as they saw Amélie. The French girl was wearing red hair in a red strapless dress with a low back, sweetheart neckline, and high thigh slit. In addition, she wore pink stilettos with elegant purple opera gloves and gold-colored earrings. She pulled the looked off great, though she did not look exactly like the woman in the movie, especially since said character was more curvaceous and stacked. But that was done deliberately in her character's design.

"You...actually dressed up as her..." Sam said in shock. The girl studied the costume as Tucker ran over to look at it closely.

Amélie grabbed his devices before he could take any photos. There was no need for those to reach the Internet, and she did not want that in the first place. She had enough attention at school.

"Ça suffit, I don't want any photos of me dressed like this," Amelie said.

Tucker didn't respond, mainly because Sam had enough and punched his arm. The boy winced in pain as he felt the glare of the goth and Jazz piercing him. He waved his arms in defeat and handed his PDA and other electronics over for confiscation.

"This. Is so unfair," Tucker griped, holding onto his PDA for dear life. "How could you do this to a techno geek!? I literally need this stuff!"

"Not for the next few hours!" Sam snapped, endnote the discussion as she wrenched the device away. "So deal with it.

Danny comforted his friend, who watched all his precious gadgets carried to the lab downstairs, where he heard a series of locks snapping. The goth girl came back up, carrying books in her hands as she went to her chair.

"Here are your books. You might want to get cracking for the next exam," Sam said.

Tucker whined, typically using his computer and PDA for such chores.

"Pardon moi, but why do you have a PDA?" Amélie asked.

"...it's part of my charm," Tucker sniffled, looking like he might cry. Well, almost. As soon as he realized the hot French girl was looking at him, he coughed and sat up straight.

Danny laughed at his friend's hormones. He hid behind his book, having sat down during the confiscation, and sued it like a shield from the techno geek's glare.

Jazz had been watching, finding the exchange too funny to pass up. She giggled into her hand as she watched Amélie stare at the boy with a curious face.

"Il Est Trop Chelou," the French girl said, going back to her book.

"I'm all that and more," Tucker boasted, wiping his hand on his chest, trying to look macho. Jazz laughed louder, making the boy stare.

"I don't think Amélie was praising you," Danny whispered to his friend. He sent a sheepish smile as he received a sharp stare for that comment. But the ghost boy laughed it off quietly as he hit the books.

This had been the norm now, first study, then talk. The first few minutes were silent, but Tucker had enough and tried to make conversation with Amélie across from him. The boy was itching to talk to her. He even tried to sneak a glance at her costume, though her book covered anything he wanted to see. Any attempts were shot down, either by the French girl or the others, who wanted to study.

Danny especially, since all this ghost fighting always cut into his academics. Though his hormones did get the better of him at times when he snuck glances. And that's when a blue wisp escaped from his mouth. Thinking quickly, the ghost boy got up to leave.

"Restroom again, Danny?" Amelie asked, not looking up from her book.

"Uh...yeah? How did-"

"You tend to get up at this time. You really should watch what you eat."

Danny looked at the girl in silent fear. His face was a typical expression of confusion, but he almost jumped out of his skin inside. He was now wondering if anything was suspected. The ghost boy walked away to deal with the ghost without a word.

Amélie didn't take her eyes off the book. This had happened too many times for her to stop and investigate. Plus, she respected Danny's actions, seeing as what he does is his business. It had no concern with her.

Besides, she had something else to deal with.

"So Amélie, how sides it feel being the prettiest girl in school?" Tucker asked, getting a kick to the shins from both Sam and Jazz.

The French girl kept her book up as she looked at the techno-geek. She sighed before putting it down, almost making the boy grin. If it wasn't for the fact his friend and friend's sister would beat him up, the guy might have.

"It's alright," Amélie replied after a short pause. "Of course that is to be expected with the way I look."

"Oh, please, it's easy to flaunt it when you got it," Sam scoffed.

"And you think it better zhat all the boys flock to me just because of my boobs?!" Amélie stood up, walking over to Sam. Her height allowed her to look intimidating when needed, such as hovering over the goth girl. "I may be hounded, but I have come to accept my looks. And zhat means being proud of my body! Can you honestly say the same with yours?"

Sam blinked, choking on words as she examined herself. She was not as stacked as Amélie, partially in the chest, though no one was. In comparison, she was slimmer, yet she still was a growing girl. Still, that irked her.

The goth wanted nothing more than to mouth off, but a piercing, stern glare from Jazz told her otherwise. They may not be the best of friends, but the elder Fenton sibling had a look that warned Sam of the consequences. So, for better or worse, the girl just stared back as Amélie did the same.

The atmosphere was tense, making Tucker feel like he was on a battlefield, where he was drafted.

"So, anyone else excited about Paulina's Halloween party?" Tucker asked, changing the subject. It worked, somehow, as Amélie went back to her chair and books.

"Tucker, we weren't invited," Sam droned, rolling her eyes at the hot topic.

"Actually, Paulina's allowing everyone to attend this year."

Jazz and Sam turned to their geeky friend. This was news to them, considering traditionally, one would have to be invited to these parties. But that was always reserved for those popular or pretty. Which meant Amélie was a shoe in, not that they questioned that.

"Since when?" Sam asked, not liking where this was going.

"Since I asked Paulina," Amélie said with a smile. She ignored Sam's scowl while continuing. "Yesterday she was talking about ze local ghost boy, Danny...Fantom, and wanted him to appear. I told her if she allowed eveyone to come, then chances are he might appear."

"And she believed you?!"

Amélie nodded innocently as the goth girl dropped her face. Out of everything expected in America's most haunted town, this was on the bottom of the list.

"I am quite happy at a chance to socialize with eveyone, but I won't be dressing up like this." Amélie gestured to her costume with a frown. "The eyes are bad enough already."

Jazz nodded in agreement, looking to her bag where she kept one of her parent's inventions, just for safety. The anti-ghost weapons could push back more than spirits.

"I just hope no drinks are served at zis party," Amélie commented.

"Uh, this is a party, there's gonna be soda and punch," Sam remarked.

"Yes, but in Paris, we sometimes sneak wine and the like during parties."

"Just what kind of parties are these?" Danny snarked from the other room, having returned. He gave the girl a curious brow before going back to his spot across from her.

"Danny, you're back...after such a long bathroom break," Amélie commented.

Jazz and the others stared from behind their books, not knowing what to say in defense. They knew the real reason. But they weren't gonna tell the French girl any time soon.

"Yeah, this costume is harder to take off." Danny grabbed the rim of the costume where a helmet was supposed to be.

Amélie wanted to point out how it was two sizes too big, looking at all the baggy space, from the pants to the hood but said nothing. Another curious thing about the boy that sometimes made her glance at him. There was something more, but she could not put her finger on it and didn't push any buttons. Right now, she was just an exchange student, and that was all.

"We were talking about how Paulina's inviting everyone so she could see Danny Phantom at her party," Tucker blurted out. He could feel Sam's stare but tried to ignore it. It wasn't his fault. The boy just wanted to change the subject again and said the first thing on his mind.

"Oh...yeah, I heard about that." Danny pulled up a chair and sat down. He seemed tense with silence as he buried himself in his studies.

"Danny, did you not already study your mathematics?" Amélie asked.

She didn't get a response. The boy was enthralled inside the confines of his mind, bewildering the girl. She turned to the table, noticing how everyone was just going along with it.

Sam gave Danny a look before going back to the last part of her history book. But before studying, she passed a glance to Tucker, who also had a look of worry on his face.

Jazz noticed her brother's body language and went to finish the last parts of whatever she needed to be done.

Amélie stared in silent astonish, wondering what was going on. But she didn't say anything, thinking this was not the time nor place for such inquisitions. So, she went back to her books quietly, pondering what was happening.

Danny sighed, reading the book in silence. He'd sneak a glance at Amélie every few seconds, and not just because he wanted to admire her costume.

"Plasmius, what do you want?" Danny asked with glowing fists.

"Why, I just wished to chat, Daniel. Is that so bad?" Vlad asked with his fangy grin. "I just wanted to check up on things, as it were. And I noticed you were getting a little chummy with a certain foreign exchange student."

The ghost boy charged his fists, glaring at the vampiric ghost. This was not going to end well.

Seems Vlad is taking an interest, but the question is why. As for Sam and Tucker, well, the latter has a ways to go in talking properly to a girl, especially pretty ones. And Sam will need to learn to keep her opinion fact-checked. Good thing next chapter, we get to see the two of them learn. Not to mention a little development between Danny and Amélie.

Before I go, I found out a few days ago that this story got a tv trope page. Surprising. Anyway, check it out if you want and, if you want, give detail to where you think needed.

Reviews:

RonaldM40196867: Yep. More than just Danny. Yes. More ideas are coming into my mind, but I want to try and keep some focus.

Invader Johnny: For now. Eventually, there will be love present.

Jebest4781: Thanks!

pokemon fan 1991: They will.

IrishKatana: She'll be getting over her issues rather quickly.

Luiz4200: Paulina is not a thinker.

Guest: Hope you enjoyed this.

doctor3027: Honestly, it's up to you. Though writing them had been annoying. Though I have plans to change that next chapter.