You, Me, and the Ghost Makes Three
Rating: G
Words: 3061
Tags: #Smoking, #Danny is kind of messed up, #And no longer friends with Sam and Tucker, #Senior year, #Fluff and Humor, #Secret Identity, #Getting Together
Summary: There's so much fun you can have when you realize your nemesis of four years has it bad for you.
And really, Danny is only (mostly) human.
Notes: Commissioned fanfic for @bergzerk! I hope you enjoy!
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With how Sam and Tucker stared through him as they walked into the school, Danny thought idly, watching the smoke curl up lazily into the fall air, he might as well be a ghost right now.
He thought he might have caught a slight glare in his direction from Sam. Polluting the environment and all that. If she had bothered to ask before beginning her judgement, she would have known that he filtered everything out with his powers: no cancer, no pollutants. Just the relief of the nicotine.
But she hadn’t, of course. No surprises there. He remembered the accusation coming up, but not when. After all, by now he couldn’t even remember what the latest—and final—break had been about. Too many smaller ones to keep track of at this point.
With a sigh as the ember on the butt of the cigarette reached his fingers, Danny stubbed it out, depositing it properly into the ashtray, thank you very much, Sam. Though technically for teacher use only, perks to being the worrisome loner (and now of a legal age to smoke) meant that they were less likely to come down on him for smaller shit.
Too worried that he’d finally snap and off himself, maybe, or blow up the school. As if: he had put way too much effort into preventing either of those to ever let them happen, let alone do it himself.
With a resigned sigh, he jogged inside after everyone else, heading for his locker.
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