With things still quiet in Amity Park, my friends and I suddenly had more time on our hands. Were all the ghosts in hiding? I didn't get it.
"Maybe you should check the Ghost Zone? What if something is happening in there?" Sam suggested as she munched on her salad.
I shrugged, "I don't know. It's so weird. I mean I usually still get attacks from Skulker and the Box Ghost. They're suddenly inactive?" I chewed my burger uncomfortably as I glanced around the lunch room. "It's like they're waiting for the right moment to all attack me at once."
Sam just rolled her eyes at me, "Danny, getting paranoid about it isn't going to change it. If you're not going to check the Ghost Zone, then you just need to wait it out."
I chewed anxiously and glanced around the cafeteria. Unfortunately, Tucker was off doing some type of mayor thing so the only therapist I had at the moment was Sam. She's right, I'm totally being paranoid.
I nodded, "You're right, I need to relax. I just don't want some big attack to happen that I'm totally unprepared for."
The cafeteria fell completely silent…
"Ack!" I croaked, almost choking on the hamburger I had been eating. Sam slapped me on the back and I swallowed awkwardly. I stood to attention to see the person that spoke my name was Mr. Lancer. "Um, yes?"
He gave me a hard stare and motioned for me to come over with his hand. I gulped nervously and began my agonizing walk through the cafeteria. Everyone was staring at me as I strode up to my teacher. I rubbed the back of my neck, "What did I do?"
Suddenly his demeanor changed, "Oh you're not in trouble, Danny, I just need some help in my classroom and you're just the guy to do it."
I was taken slightly aback as Mr. Lancer turned to head down the hallway. I glanced back at Sam and gave her a shrug. I reluctantly began to follow the man down the hall to his classroom. He opened his class room door and allowed me to walk inside first. I spun on my heel to face him, "So this about…?"
"Well it seems some students thought it would be a great prank to stick tacks in the ceiling of my room." He stated while pointing his finger upward.
My eyes followed his motion and I chewed my lip. There were dozens of tacks poked into the foam ceiling tiles. I gazed at Lancer, "Do you think it was me…?"
Mr. Lancer stared at me oddly before he started to chuckle, "No, of course not Danny. Heroes don't play pranks on innocent teachers… but maybe they could help get the tacks out? My back doesn't work like it used to. If I try to reach up and pull every single one of those out, then I'm bound to be sore for weeks. If you could do me this favor I'd really appreciate it."
My shoulders slumped and I sighed, "I don't know, Mr. Lancer, that's a lot of tacks."
"I'll give you extra credit." He chimed.
I perked up immediately, "Okay, I'll do it."
I moaned as I collapsed face first on my bed. I groaned into my pillow once more before I spoke in a muffled tone, "So. Many. Tacks."
"You're the one who said 'yes'." Sam said as she followed me into my bedroom. She sat down at my desk and leaned an elbow onto it. "This 'hero' stuff means all things people need help with."
With my face still in the pillow, I held up a hand. "For the record, he offered extra credit."
"You would've done it anyway."
Sam let out a laugh, "That's what you get for being such a nice guy. If you were a jerk then you wouldn't have to deal with this."
I sat up on my elbows to see her face and speak properly, "Yeah and what? Be a dick-head with superpowers? No thanks, Sam." I grumbled before staring down at my pillow in thought.
"That's why it was meant to be you."
I reared my head back a moment and turned to lock eyes with her, "What?"
Sam seemed so serious when she began to speak, "Think about it, Danny. You were meant to be Danny Phantom. Any other guy would've used his powers to be a complete asshole, but you used it to help other people. I mean look at Vlad for example: he's is a total asshole. You're a hero, whether the job is big or small you're still helping people. And now that everyone knows you're a hero, people are going to ask you for help, but that's not a bad thing. It means people look to you when they need something."
I sighed in acceptance, "You're right."
"Of course I'm right. I'm always right."
"Yes, of course." I replied with a roll of my eyes.
She pointed a finger at me, "Hey, don't give me any sass Daniel Fenton. I can totally fight you and win."
"Oh yes, your Greek mythology knowledge will bore me to defeat." I teased with a snort.
"Oh, you think you're funny. My Greek mythology knowledge saved your butt before, remember?"
"No. I don't I'm afraid."
She scrunched up her nose and grabbed a pillow from the floor. She chunked it at me only for me to turn intangible. The pillow flew straight through me and smacked against the wall. Sam sneered, "You jerk."
"No, no. I'm the good guy. I was 'meant to be Danny Phantom', right?"
She squinted at me, "Oh, you're so on."
I smirked, "On what?" I became invisible and flew behind her. I grabbed the chair she was sitting in and yanked it backwards. Sam let out a yelp as her seat fell to the carpet. She snarled when I reappeared leaning my face above hers, "On you?"
Sam rolled her eyes, "Har, har, you're hilarious. And does this count as flirting? If so you're doing a terrible job at it."
"Well my face is really close to yours right now, you should be falling head over heels. Oh wait, you already did that." I grinned at her as she frowned.
"Oh, nice punch line. How long did it take you to come up with that one?"
"It was a spur of the moment thing, pretty good right?"
"Not bad for an amateur."
I pulled my head away from hers slightly, "What? Amateur? I've been making witty banter for years now. I think I have mastered this skill now."
Sam shrugged from her position from the floor, "Eh, maybe you'll get good at it someday. You know what you really need to work on?"
I cocked an eyebrow at her, "What's that?"
"Your kissing skills. They really suck."
"Oh really? Maybe I should have more practice."
"Maybe, too bad you can't practice in the position you're in now. You're upside-down to me." She smiled deviously.
"Well I could try."
"You could try. You'll fail. But you could try."
I smiled lightly at her as I started to lean in towards her face. I lightly pressed my lips to her. She's right. This is actually pretty awkward. Wasn't this from some movie? Suddenly, I was pushed away and Sam sat up. She turned to face me and yanked my shoulders back towards her. She pressed her lips back to mine again. It was weird… We've kissed but not like this. This wasn't simple kiss, it felt like more.
I wouldn't really get to find out what it meant because my bedroom door slammed open. Sam and I sprung away from each other as if one of us had the plague. I slumped awkwardly on my floor as I saw a very embarrassed Jazz standing in my doorway.
Her mouth hung open for a moment before she shook her head to regain her senses. She blinked a few times to clear her head, "Um, I'm so sorry."
Sam shook her head, "Please don't talk about it. That'll make it worse."
Jazz nodded, "Right. Anyway, Danny I was coming to talk to you."
She sighed and scrunched up her shoulders, "Well… Dad set you up for a TV interview. It's in two days and he just now decided to tell us. So I figured I would come tell you so you could start thinking about things you might want to say if certain questions come up. But… I can see you're pretty busy so I'll just go back downstairs. Just start thinking soon though. Two days." Jazz started to close the door, before popping back in, "Two days." She repeated holding up the number on her hand. This time she actually closed the door.
I groaned and flopped back down onto my carpeted floor. "Thanks Dad. This sucks."
Sam crawled over to me and ran a hand through my hair, "Hey, this could be a good thing. Now you can tell everyone how you became Danny Phantom. It's a really great story, you know?"
"Yeah and then kids are going to be diving into ghost portals so that they can become like the 'Great Danny Phantom'." I murmured.
"Danny, it was a freak accident, it's not like it can truly be repeated."
I sighed, "I guess you're right. Now kids are going to be dressing up as me on Halloween. I'll get my own line of products. I'll be on cereal boxes. Oh joy."
"Danny, this could be really good for you. Now people will have awareness of the dangers of ghost and portals. I think it will actually help." She stopped petting my hair and gave her a pout. Sam scoffed, "Oh don't even pout about it. We have to start getting ready for your interview."
"Uggghhh. You're lucky that I like you."
"You're lucky I tolerate you."
"Wow I feel your love, Sam, it's deep."