•Best Friends for Afterlife• Danny Phantom X Reader

Chapter Four

     Hey guys, I know I haven't updated this story in a long time. Some things that are changing:

1. It will now be from first person POV.
2. Danny, Sam, and Tucker are sixteen, while (Y/N) is fifteen.
3. There is still no schedule for this book. I'm just starting school again, so I may not write a lot. I do encourage reading my other books, however!

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Ah, lunch! A time where I don't have to worry about any classes! Where I can just eat I delicious, not gross at al—

     "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" Tucker yelled as he saw what they were serving for lunch. "Grass... on a bun?" you guessed, and Danny laughed beside you.

     "Don't you think this is a little extreme, Sam?" Danny asked as we started walking to our seats. We sat down, and Sam gave us all a smirk and says, "Guys, it's time for a change."

Danny carefully puts his spoon into the concoction, debating whether to eat it or not. I sigh and lift my lunch, whole. "It's not like we have anything else."

     I take a bite. All I can taste is dirt. Dirt with a hint of mint. "Sam," I start, "as much as I... love your new menu, I think we should stick to the original menu."

     Just as I say this, Mr. Lancer, our vice principal, walks over to our table. "Ah, Miss Manson. The school board wanted me to personally thank you for ushering in this welcome experiment to our cafeteria."

     Tucker suddenly stands up and stars sniffing the air. "Meat, near."

     I may not have the same power Tucker has, but I can still smell the slight scent of barbecue sauce, coming from Mr. Lancer.

     Lancer starts backing away, and gets defensive, "No, no. The rumors about the new all-steak buffet in the teacher's lounge are completely untrue. Thanks again, Miss Manson."

     He takes out a toothpick and puts it in his mouth, then walks away. Tucker crosses his arms and broods. "Yeah, thanks again for making us eat garbage, Sam."

     "It's not garbage!" Sam says as she hold up the grass on a bun. "It's recyclable organic matter."

     Tucker, Danny and I look at each other and in unison say, "It's garbage."

     I push away my plate, and then feel a familiar chill go down my spine. A mist flows out of my mouth, the same went for Danny.

     "We got a problem," I whisper. A sudden scream interrupted us, as Dash starts to approach us, an agitated look on his face. "Make that two problems..."

     "Fenton! I ordered three mud pies. Do you know what they gave me? Three mud pies. With mud. From the ground! All because of your girlfriend!" he yelled.

     I felt a pang go through my heart. Just because the two of them hung out doesn't mean they're dating! What even is that logic?

     "She's not my girlfriend!" "I'm not his girlfriend!"

     Dash grabs Danny by his collar and picks him up from the ground. "These are the best years of my life! After high school, it's all downhill for me! How am I supposed to enjoy my glory days eating mud?!"

      "At least you know your directions," I say. Dash flares over at and throws Danny back on the bench. He grabs the grass on a bun and shoved it toward me. "Eat it. All of it."

      I look at it, then him. It would appear I have two options: get my butt kicked by the school jock, or eat dirt. However, I have a plan.

I take the plate from him, then smash it in his face. "FOOD FIGHT!"