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Ghost of a Chance

"Hey," he said, knocking lightly on the glass. "Wanna go for a ride?"

Your heart immediately started pounding.

You opened the window, grinning. "Are you serious?"

He floated a little closer, offering his hand.

"As serious as a ghost attack," he teased, the moonlight catching in his silver hair.

You didn't even hesitate.

You grabbed his hand — warm despite the chilly air around him — and clambered out.

The second you did, he wrapped an arm securely around your waist, pulling you against him.

"You ready?" he asked, eyes glowing brighter for a second.

You nodded, barely managing to get out a breathless, "Yeah."

And then —

You were flying.

The ground fell away beneath you, the wind rushing past, the city sparkling like a bed of stars below.

You clutched Danny instinctively, laughing out loud — a sound ripped straight from your chest, wild and free.

He laughed too — pure and boyish — holding you a little tighter.

"This is insane!" you shouted over the wind.

"In a good way?" he shouted back, grinning.

"The best way!" you called.

He flew you in wide, lazy circles over Amity Park, dipping low over rooftops, then soaring up again like you were weightless.

At one point, he slowed, letting you drift above the glowing city lights.

It was quieter here — just the two of you and the stars.

You looked over at him, heart swelling.

He was already looking at you — that same soft, stunned expression you'd seen when you first told him you weren't afraid of him.

"You're amazing, Danny," you said softly.

He blinked, cheeks flushing faintly, even in ghost form.

"You make me feel... normal," he said. "But like... the good kind of normal. The kind I actually wanna be."

You smiled, reaching up to brush a piece of his hair away from his eyes.

And this time — he didn't hesitate.

He leaned in, pressing his lips to yours — gentle, a little shy, but full of all the things he couldn't say out loud yet.

You kissed him back, floating high above the world, feeling like maybe, just maybe, you belonged right there — in his arms, among the stars.

When you finally pulled apart, Danny rested his forehead against yours.

"Best. Night. Ever," he whispered.

You couldn't have agreed more.

A week after your first flying date, Danny showed up at your door — half-transformed, still glowing faintly, looking panicked.

"Uh, hey," he said breathlessly. "Small favor — can you come with me? Like right now?"

You blinked. "What's wrong?"

"There's a ghost loose in the school," he said, running a hand through his messy white hair. "And, uh... Tucker and Sam are out of town. I kind of need backup."

"Backup?" you echoed. "Danny, I don't even have powers—"

"You have good instincts," he cut in, giving you a pleading look. "And honestly? I kinda just... feel better when you're there."

That was all it took.

You grabbed your jacket and sneakers and followed him without another word.

Turns out "small ghost problem" was Danny-speak for "giant slime monster rampaging through the gymnasium."

You barely ducked under a flying basketball hoop as you sprinted in behind him.

"New plan!" Danny yelled over the chaos. "You distract it, I'll trap it!"

"ME?!" you screeched.

But it was too late — he was already zipping through the air, charging up a glowing ectoblast.

You swore under your breath and did the only thing you could think of:

You grabbed a handful of dodgeballs from a rack and beaned the ghost square in the face.

It screeched — slimy arms flailing — and turned toward you in fury.

"UH, DANNY, NOW WOULD BE GOOD!" you shrieked, backpedaling furiously.

Danny whooped and blasted it with a perfect shot of ecto-energy, sending the ghost sprawling.

In a flash, he trapped it in a Fenton Thermos, panting hard.

You stood there, heart racing, dodgeball still clutched in your hand.

"Remind me," you said breathlessly, "to never sign up for your 'casual' missions again."

Danny floated down to you, laughing.

"You were amazing," he said, grabbing your hand and squeezing it tight.

You tried to glare at him, but it was hard when he looked so stupidly proud of you.

"I was almost ghost food," you muttered, but you were smiling too.

He leaned down, bumping his forehead lightly against yours.

"You're my hero," he said, voice low and sincere.

You snorted.

"I think you technically did the heavy lifting."

"Maybe," Danny said with a sly grin. "But I wouldn't have even had the guts without you here."

Before you could respond, he kissed you again — quick, fierce, like he couldn't believe his luck.

And somehow, standing in the middle of a wrecked gym full of ghost slime and dodgeballs, you felt like the luckiest person alive too.

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