Sibling Secrets

13 -The Packers Hoax

"Mr Fenton? Mr Fenton?" Mr Lancer cleared his throat loudly, standing right  above a sleeping Danny's desk.
Sam kicked her best friend hard. Danny jumped.
"42!" Danny exclaimed, before getting his breathing back in control. "Uhhh, what did you say?"
" Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Mr Fenton!" Lancer growled. "If it wasn't prom night tonight, I would give you a detention right now!" He discreetly peeked at a book titled, 'How to be Totally Hip: Teacher's Edition'. " Yo dudes, so I'll be seeing y'all at the Prom tonight, getting down with our bad selves!"
There was a collective class groan, but at least it was time to leave. Danny  packed his bags and waited at the door for his friends.
"Dude. That was bad, even for you!" Tucker told his sleepy friend, as they began walking towards the lunch hall. Sam  put a reassuring hand  on his shoulder, then drew it back.

"Jeez, Danny, you're so cold!"

Danny seemed to snap himself awake. "Fine! Fine! I'm... fine, Sam." He rubbed the back of his neck. A group of older student shoved past him, making him slow and glare pointedly at their backs. "And those guys need to learn some manners."

Sam remembered how scared Danny used to be of how people saw him; funny how that all changed in a month.

She cleared her throat. "So, that stupid prom tonight?" Sam smiled to herself. "You'd never believe what dress I-"

"Where'd you get that, Tuck?" Danny was hanging up his bag, his eyes on what had become a rare sight with Tucker nowadays: a PDA. "And who are you going with to the dance?"

Sam huffed at being ignored, but she was intrigued. "I thought that PDA your dad got you was destroyed by ghosts?"

Tucker drew it closer in to him. "Ever heard of personal buisness? For your information, this is-"

"AstrangedeviceVladgaveyouwhichhuntsghostsexceptyouhavenoideahowtouseit... I mean, the newest version!" The three began walking towards the lunch hall.

Tucker sniffed, looking the picture of pride. "Even better. Vlad gave it to me. The billionaire who's staying at your house, Danny."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "The crazy old fruitloop Danny couldn't stand?"

"He's not a fruitloop!"

"He's not a fruitloop!" Danny rolled his eyes, the lunch lady dumping some green goop on his plate. "You sound just Jazz did last night when there was a huge argument, and-"

Sam frowned. "Please tell me you sided with her."

Danny's eyes darted around. "Please tell me you sided with your sister." Sam pressed.

Danny tried for an apologetic smile, shrugging his shoulders. A little bit of goop got on his t-shirt, staining it, and Sam was just about to tell him so when she noticed her friend making a beeline for the popular table.

"Where are you going?" Tucker piped up behind her, Danny turned, walking backwards a little bit, still grinning like an idiot.

"I've got a date with Paulina, remember?" Dash, who was just about to sit down at the popular table, set his lunch down and stuck his foot out a little ways behind Danny, still walking backwards. All the A-listers began to snigger quietly in anticipation of the trip. "So, like, I have to sit with her and listen to her a- whaaaa!" Sam watched in a confusing mix of guilt, frustration and a pinch of karma as her best friend tumbled down on his back in front of all the laughing populars, green goop running down his face, into his hair.

Turning on her heel, Sam slammed her lunch onto the table, causing the hall to fall silent for a moment. "I swear, there are days when I wish I hadn't met you!"

"Me?" Tucker sat down opposite her, looking shocked at the accusation. "What did I do?"

"No!" Sam fiddled with the vegetarian food on her plate. "Danny. What's up with him? Fine with us, most days, but a sniff of popularity and that's it, gone. And all that stuff about Jazz. Sometimes I wonder why we still stick together."