Curse my constant starting of new stories when I cannot even finish other ones. But, either way, I'm writing this now, it will not be a priority but it still might be updated often (or not) because it all depends on my level of inspiration. And since I'm taking the time to write this, the inspiration is here now, so we'll see what happens. Enjoy.
The yellow-white light behind my eyelids alerted me that it was daytime, but I wasn't quite ready to wake up yet, so I just laid in bed like that: unmoving, with my eyes closed, and with a blanket pulled up to my neck, for a few minutes. After realizing that I would not be falling back to sleep this morning, I opened my eyes.
Immediately, I knew something was wrong. I was in my bedroom: black and violet, but still with its reminiscent influence of my preppy mother shining through, and suddenly, I could not remember, how I had gotten there. Danny, Tucker and I had been at a party the night before, that much I remembered.
It was technically a school function (which is why we had been invited in the first place), but no one except the popular kids, who the "we made it to the championship" celebration was actually for, wanted to be there. Tucker had ditched us early, trailing after some girl, who wouldn't give him the time of day, like a lost puppy, so Danny and I basically hung together the rest of the night. I remember that the punch had tasted bad: watery, and with a bitter aftertaste, so we didn't even finish our first glasses. But, I could not have possibly gotten drunk to the point where I wouldn't remember the night before, from one sip of the punch that we were not even sure was spiked.
I remember we left shortly after that. I remember that we had no specific destination in mind, we just sort of, walked.
Amity Park is a really small town, and basically everyone and everything is shut down and asleep by ten o'clock, so there was no one on the streets.
I remember Danny's ghost sense had gone off, but we never saw the ghost causing it. After that, nothing. I could not remember where we went, what we did, or how I got home, in my bed, after that.
'Maybe this is some kind of ghost-induced memory loss?' I considered. It wouldn't be the first time. Once I had wished that I had never met Danny, and he and Tucker completely forgot who I was…but this time, I had not made a wish.
I shook my head.
'It doesn't matter now,' I convinced myself, 'At least I'm home, and I'm safe. Maybe I should call Danny to make sure he got home alright. Maybe he knows what happened last night,' I decided, swinging my feet over the side of the bed and standing up.
I let out a quiet, strained, yelp as I looked down at myself. I wasn't wearing anything.
I had never slept naked before, and it seemed weird to me that I would come home and get undressed and go to bed without putting anything else on.
'Okay,' I tried to steady my breathing as I sat back down on my bed, 'Now, I should be concerned.'
My mind had created about a hundred scenarios about what might have happened last night, none of them were good.
'I need to call Danny,' I thought, with more conviction this time. I pulled the throw blanket off of my bed and wrapped it around myself, just in case my parents were to walk in, and picked up my cellphone from my dresser. There was a new crack down the case, yet another consequence of a when my mind had blanked between last night and tonight, I assumed.
I dialed Danny's number, one of the few I know by heart. Then, as the phone started to ring, I jumped at a noise from the other side of the room. It was music. Danny's favorite song by Humpty Dumpty.
My heart stopped when I heard a groan.
I immediately hit the "End Call" button, and hesitantly moved toward where the noise had come from. One the other side of my bed, what I thought had just been a wad of blankets, groaned again, and shifted under the covers.
I stood still, watching from the foot of my bed. A hand stuck out from under the covers, stretching.
Then, he sat up, and, from where I was standing, I could tell he wasn't wearing a shirt. He rubbed his eyes, and then ran a hand through his black hair.
It was Danny.
I had no idea what to say, or what to do, for that matter, so I just stood there, my mouth agape, wondering what to do.
He opened his eyes, and took approximately five seconds to realize that he was not in his room. He sprung up (shit, no pants either) and looked around frantically. Then he noticed me wrapped in my blanket and looking at him with complete disbelief. He looked down at himself and cursed, picking up some sheets off of the floor and covering himself. Then he looked at me. Another two seconds passed and I saw the realization of the implications register on his face.
"Sam…" he said finally. I didn't answer, I couldn't answer, all I could do was nod, "…what…what happened last night?"
I gulped, and suddenly found my voice.
"I was really hoping you knew," I muttered sitting down on the bed.
"Did…did we, you know…" he stuttered.
"I think so…" I said in a whisper. Danny cursed again and the hand that wasn't holding up the sheets, through his hair.
He sat down on the bed, looking utterly distraught.
"Umm…" I said uncertainly, "What do you remember from last night?"
Danny shook his head, like he was trying to recall the details. "We were at the party, Tucker ditched us, we had punch…punch, do you think it was the punch?" he asked.
"Even if it was spiked, we had one sip. And plus, I thought you said that you couldn't get drunk," I remembered.
"…I can't…" he said quietly, almost as I it was to himself, "my ghost powers make my metabolism too high for me to get drunk."
"Okay…" I took this into consideration, "What do you remember after the punch?"
"We left," he stated simply, "We went downtown…my ghost sense went off and…and…"
"That's all I remember too," I told him.
"So…you think a ghost…" he trailed off not knowing what to say because neither of us knew what a ghost could have possibly done to get us into this situation, or why.
We were silent for a few minutes, not looking at each other, just looking down, thinking.
"So what do we do now?" he asked in barely a whisper, begging me to have an answer, because it was obvious that he had no idea what to do.
I shook my head slowly.
"Well, for starters, we can't tell anyone, especially not Tucker," I told him. He nodded in complete agreement. Tucker may be our best friend, but he's also kind of a gossip, who is desperate for popular people to notice him. So if he thought that saying something about this to Paulina would make him popular, he probably would, even if it wasn't intentional, and then it would be all over the school by the end of the day. Not to mention, if we told Tucker, neither of us would ever live it down.
"You should go home. I'm sure your parents are worried about you," I sighed and Danny nodded, still not sure what to say. He slowly gathered up his clothes, and went into my bathroom to change. I took the opportunity to change too, pulling some fresh undergarments out of my drawer. I wondered where the ones I had been wearing last night had gone, but now was not the time to worry about that. I pulled on some comfortable, loose-fitting shorts and a t-shirt, and waited for Danny to come out.
This was weird, more than what happened last night, but also this awkward conversation between us. I didn't like it. We had been friends for years, and I was not about to let one night, one mistake, screw up our friendship.
He came out a few seconds later.
"Well…I guess I should go," he said.
"Wait," I said, "Let's just pretend that this never happened. Let's not let thus ruin our friendship, okay?" I asked hopefully. Danny smiled like a weight had been lifted off of his chest.
"Okay," he agreed, "See you later?"
"Yeah we can meet up with Tucker at the Nasty Burger at the usual time," I told him.
"Alright, bye," he said.
"Bye," I called as he phased through the wall and out of my room.
I was trying to act calm, but on the inside, I was freaking out.
I had slept with Sam?! And I didn't even remember it?!
But the better question was why. What had made us…sleep together?
Neither of us could remember anything after my ghost sense had gone off, so a ghost would be the obvious explanation, but why? What satisfaction could they possibly get out of…you know what, never mind, I do not want to know that. But what I did want to know was how. I've never successfully been overshadowed; in fact, the only time I had ever been under someone else's control was when Freakshow had his hold on my mind. But, as far as I knew, he was still in prison and I had destroyed the staff that he had used to control me in our last confrontation. Also…the staff had given him control of my ghost half…and what had happened last night…something tells me there was more…human impulses involved.
And, Sam couldn't remember either. So whoever or whatever we're dealing with…it has the ability to affect both ghosts and humans.
I was relieved when Sam told me that we should just pretend it never happened so that we wouldn't ruin our friendship because I do like spending time with Sam, and I would hate for that to end because we had, whether under our own will or not, made a mistake.
But at the same time…I couldn't help but want to remember.
I quickly pushed this thought to the back of my mind. I couldn't think this way, I wouldn't. Not if it meant risking my friendship with Sam.