<You should've kicked him out!>
<How? He picked me up off the ground when I accidentally fell through the table! And besides, Jazz would kill me if I ruined another one of her thesis'.>
<Be sure to wipe off everything he touched. You wouldn't want to catch the stupid. I hear it's passed on by sweat...Lol.>
<My Dad's working on a ghost-vaccuum cleaner. He calls it the Fenton Weasel. He managed to clog it with the Thermos. And I somehow managed to open the portal and release "TECHNUS". Then I vacuumed him up and exploded the Weasel on everything. >
<Sounds fun. Well, I should be going. You should probably work on that paper due next week. If you finish it now, you won't worry later.>
<Yeah, yeah.>
<See you tomorrow.> Well, a girl has to try. If he could keep his grade up he wouldn't always be in detention during our free period. Just some of the time. Trouble always manages to find him, whether it's actually his fault or not. I checked all of my emails, mostly spam. I finished writing up my history essay and cranked my Ipod.
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The next school day was pretty uneventful. Luckily, Danny didn't have to stay after school today, so we met up at the Nasty Burger. Despite the name, they actually had pretty good salads. Of course Tucker loved the greasy, artery clogging 'goodness'. I could barely stand the smell. After we had finished discussing tutoring and "Rainforest Demolisher" (which was a terrible movie, by the way), we proceeded to plan our weekends. "I say we go bowling Friday night. We never go bowling." Danny continued to mope. I'm pretty sure it was about grades, but I didn't want to pry until he was ready to tell us.
"Yeah, That's because bowling sucks." Tucker clasped his hands and began to plead.
"Come on, just this once! I'll buy you a salad or something." I was so very tired of bowling. I bowled with my grandma every other night.
"Fine! We'll go. So, Saturday night plans. I say we hit the amusement park. I hear the new roller coaster has a free-fall that'll take three years off your life expectancy." Tucker held up a hand.
"No way. It costs forty bucks just to get in there," Not a problem. For me, anyway. "Not to mention food and stuff." Always with the food. Danny still hadn't said a word.
"Hey. If you're tapped out, I can lend you the cash."
"'Lend' means 'repay'. And 'repay' is out of my reach. Right Danny?" Danny paid no attention. He was staring longingly... "Danny? Hello?" I followed Danny's gaze to see Dash handing out invites. He handed one to Paulina Danny sighed.
"Great. It's the hottest party of the whole school year and Paulina's going and I'm not, again." In the long run, parties really weren't that important.
"I don't understand what you see in her." Danny looked at me.
"Are you kidding? She's only like, perfectly flawless." Yeah...right. Because being shallow wasn't in any way a flaw. Paulina ordered something at the counter, probably being too specific. It was the Nasty Burger, not Subway.
"You're right. She's a goddess." I said that with a hint of sarcastic venom.
"Why don't we get invited to the really cool parties? We got style, charm, good looks! At least I do, anyway." I wonder if he knew he was kidding himself.
"Dream on. On the social circuit, we're as invisible as Danny in his ghost-mode. Not that it'll matter five years from now, but...we have each other, right?" Dash's meaty hand slapped a card into Danny's face.
"Here! Your sister made me invite you." Me and Tucker looked at him, expectantly. My first actual party! Dash poked Danny in the chest. "Just you. Show up, shut it, go home, and nobody gets hurt." The crap end of the stick. As Dash left, Danny smiled excitedly. I was glad that he got to go... but I felt pretty left out. I'm sure Tucker had it worse. His ego was the size of his glasses. Random people said hey as the walked by. Even Paulina said she'd see him Saturday. Danny had a gaping expression.
"I... I'm invited! I'VE ARRIVED!" He hugged the invite against his chest. There went our plans.
"Swell. Send us a postcard from popularity-ville."
"I will!" Danny ran out excitedly. We sat in awkward silence for a minute. Since Danny was gone, I really had no reason to stick around.
"See ya, Tuck." I said in a hopefully not-as-dissapointed-as-I-really-was tone.
"Yeah. See ya." He sounded how I felt. I grabbed my spider-backpack and walked home.
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We met up on the sidewalk outside of the school grounds and proceeded to the door. "So, guys, what do you think is in style? I was thinking blue hoodie."
"Seriously, Danny. Ever since you got that invitation you've been all about the in crowd."
"Come on, Tuck. Heh, heh, That's ridiculous." He looked over toward Kwan and Valerie who were talking over by a tree. "KWAN! Lookin' good!" Kwan looked at Danny and raised his fists as high as they would go.
"Fentonmeister! WOO HOO!" How much more of this would I have to take?
"He's right, Danny. It's like-"
"Hey, Fenton!" It was Dash, who was holding a magazine open for his buddies. "C'mere." Danny zipped off.
"-We're not even here." I wasn't liking this whole popularity thing. It was so overrated. They were talking about whatever was on the cover. Dash handed the magazine to Danny, then got right up in his face. I assumed threatening him. When the jocks left, me and Tucker walked up behind Danny.
"Oh, man. This must cost a fortune. Where am I gonna get the money by Saturday?" I saw the outfit on the cover of the magazine. I know one place...
"You know, I almost hate to offer, b-"
"Hey, Danny!" Why always when I'm talking? Paulina waved a CD case at him. "You wanna hear my new CD? It's really krunk!" What does that even mean?
"Is Krunk good?" Tucker gave a 'DUH' stare.
"It's Paulina."
"Krunk is good! Be right there!"Danny went and sat beside Paulina as fast as he could run. I was noticing a recurring theme. I turned to Tucker.
"Okay, this is getting really annoying."
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Danny had already sent me an IM when I logged on. <So today we put the stuff from the weasel explosion into the garage. Which is full. And I got to thinking, maybe that's my ticket!>
<What, a garage sale? Do you really think anyone will buy that junk?>
<It's a last ditch effort. Come on Saturday and help out!> I started to type something along the lines of 'I don't really want to help' but he had already logged off. The next day I barely saw him at school, and when I did he was hanging with someone else. I was starting to look forward to the garage sale simply because then I could see him for more than three seconds. When I arrived, Tucker and Danny were already selling.
I finished selling an toaster to an old woman when I got bored. "It's a perfectly good vacuum motor, Mr. Lancer. Only used once!" Mr. Lancer took it form Danny's outstretched hand and inspected it. "Ten bucks!"
"Looks to be in fine shape. It should fix my Hair Hornet very nicely." He handed Danny a bill. Tucker reclined in his seat.
"Good one, Mr. Foley. I'll remember that on Monday, when I'm grading tests." He smiled evilly. It changed to a grimace as he walked off in a huff. I held up Danny's dollar bill.
"Just sold a toaster. You know, I'm surprised your Dad's letting you sell all of his stuff. He's such a pack rat."
"Yeah...Well, he's been planning on getting rid of this junk for a long time. He won't even miss it." His confident smile broke into a worried look. No. His father isn't letting him sell it. "I hope." Tucker opened a sun-reflector thing and directed the light at his face. As if the regular sun wasn't bright enough. I don't think Tucker could get a tan.
"I'm pleased with the turnout today. We're doing a really brisk business." Did Tuck know that he wasn't getting any money out of this? Danny quickly added up his wad of cash.
"I'm just 20 bucks short of what I need for those sweats." He shoved the wad back into his pocket. I grabbed my left arm behind my back.
"Y-you're still welcome to hang with us tonight. Mega-Movie-Marathon at my place." I smiled.
"Your place? Wow, you've never invited us to your place before!" I pointed at him half-accusingly.
"That's because we're usually fighting ghosts with you! I figured it's time-"
"Hey Fentina!" Danny followed Dash's summons.
"For you to totally ignore me for about the billionth time this week." They talked for a bit, then Danny sold Dash what looked like some new computer software plus upgrades. Danny grabbed the bill before it fluttered to the ground.
"TWENTY BUCKS! I'M IN!" He ran back over to talking distance. "You guys don't mind cleaning up for me, do ya? Great! See ya!" And he was off again.
"So now we're his cleanup crew too?" I turned to Tucker, prepared to complain. Tucker was running down the sidewalk, waving.
"See you tonight!" Wow. This just wasn't my week.
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