Sibling Secrets

14 - One and the Same

Tucker straightened up his tie, puffed up his chest, and, knocked a little tune on Sam's door. Within seconds, it opened.

Tucker's eyes widened. "Is that... your dress?" Sam blushed, her hands tight on her handbag.

"Yeah. It's... new."

Tucker felt his own face begin to redden. "You... really wanted to come to the prom, didn't you. You kept dropping hints, and-"

"Are you apologizing? I'm going with you, and that's all that matters." Sam laughed and rolled her eyes. "Come on, we're gonna be late!" She grabbed Tucker's hand, pulling him along.

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Danny flew up, high in the sky, looking every which way for where to go; it wasn't like he had clues. Down, through the streets, he searched, even sticking his head in the prom with more than a little wistfulness.

But then a thought came to him. Packers. Amity Stadium. Duh!

He had a fruitloop to confront.

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Tucker and Sam reached the doors to Casper High prom, and with a shared glance to each other, opened the doors and stepped through. The music was loud, and Sam grabbed Tucker's hand and led him to the centre, where they danced for what seemed like ages.

"Hey, Sam," Tucker poked his friend on the shoulder. "Want some punch?"

Sam nodded, and the two of them retired to a quieter section of the dance. Behind them, a large fight between Kwan, Valerie and Paulina was breaking out.

"But you promised you weren't going to walk out on me, Kwan!" Valerie whined.

"Too bad, you're dateless!" Kwan laughed, his arm interlinked with Paulina.

"Tough luck, Val," Paulina waved a ring-studded hand. "If Danny hadn't cancelled on me, I wouldn't have needed to steal your dorky date." Sam and Tucker froze.

Valerie stalked past them, in a fit of tears and cursing Danny with all her might. Paulina and Kwan moved off. Sam stared, wide-eyed, at Tucker.

"Danny didn't come to the prom!" Sam breathed out. "This is bad."

"What?" Tucker shrugged. "Danny gets weak kneed when he talks to pretty girls. He probably chickened out." Noticing Sam's arched eyebrow, he quickly added: "Except you! Your dress is pretty, as well."

All of a sudden, Tucker's PDA started beeping, loudly. His face hardened. "Sam. I have to go. It's Inviso-Bill."

"Since when did you have a tracker on him?" Sam knitted her eyebrows. "Tucker, I'm worried about you." And Danny, she mentally added.

Before Tucker could respond, between the two of them came a large, orange jumpsuited man with a very stupid yellow tie around his neck and an angry expression on his face. "Hey! What are you doing with my wife!"

"Darling, this is Mr. Lancer..." Sam grabbed Tucker's wrist and dragged him straight for the girl's bathroom.

"Hey! Sam! That's the girl's bathroom!"

"Like you care." Sam led him to the back, and turned to him. "You have to stop this, this ghostfighting!"

"I'm getting revenge!" Tucker figited, anxious to leave.

"Getting obessed, more like!" Sam grabbed Tucker's shoulders. "Nothing, nothing, used to get between you and getting a date!" She rolled her eyes. "Not that it's a bad thing that you've stopped, of course, but you're going about this wrong. You'll hurt someone. You'll hurt yourself!"