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Going Ghost! (Young Justice) Chapter 105: Girlfriend & Best Friend
🕑 Added 2025-08-21 16:21:44 +0000 UTC[Danny Fenton's Pov]
When Tucker first found out that Sam and I had started dating, it was… well, a spectacle to say the least. We arrived at school like any other day, the hallways buzzing with the usual chaos of students trying to make it to class before the bell.
Tucker was at his locker, humming to himself as he pulled out his notebooks for our next class. Sam and I lingered nearby, shifting awkwardly, neither of us quite brave enough to say the words out loud yet. When Tucker finally closed his locker door, he noticed us standing there like statues and gave us a confused, suspicious look.
“What’s wrong with you two?” he asked, brows raised. “Why are you both staring at me like that? Did I forget to zip up my fly or something?”
I swallowed, rubbing the back of my neck and wishing the ground would open up and swallow me whole. “Uhh… Tucker, Sam and I have something to tell you…”
Sam, just as nervous as I was, jumped in quickly, her voice stumbling over the words. “Y-Yeah! We haven’t told anyone else yet, but… you’re our best friend, so we thought you should be the first to know.”
Tucker blinked at us for a long moment, then scoffed, smirking at us teasingly. “What? That you two finally confessed to each other and are now going out?” he joked, clearly trying to annoyed us like he had down in the past.
The heat hit my face instantly. My cheeks burned, and when I glanced at Sam, her face was bright red too as she hugged her arm. Neither of us could say it, so instead we just reached for each other’s hands, fingers intertwining in a silent answer.
For a second, Tucker froze. Then—thud—his bag slipped out of his hand and hit the floor, scattering notebooks and pens everywhere. His jaw dropped, glasses sliding crookedly down his nose.
“A-Are you serious?!” he sputtered. “What day is it today? Is it April 1st? You’re not pulling some cruel prank on me, right?” His words came rapid-fire, and before either of us could answer, he grabbed us both by the shoulders with surprising strength, shaking us like he was trying to rattle the truth out.
“No, Tuck,” Sam sighed, exasperated but smiling faintly. “Danny and I just… realized our feelings for each other aren’t exactly one-sided. So we decided to give this a try.”
Tucker’s grip loosened. He stared at us, then dramatically dropped to his knees in the middle of the hall, arms raised to the ceiling. “FINALLY!! I’M FREE! FREE FROM THIS TORTURE!!”
Tears streamed down his face—not of sorrow but of pure, unfiltered joy. The sight was so ridiculous that people passing by stopped to stare. A few students snickered, while others twirled their fingers by their ears, clearly thinking Tucker had finally lost it.
“Tucker!!” Sam hissed, mortified. “What the hell are you doing?!”
He latched onto both our legs in a desperate hug, sobbing dramatically. “If you had any idea how much I had to suffer watching you two tiptoe around your feelings, you’d understand how relieved I am! Do you know what it’s like, being stuck in the middle of all that tension? I thought I was gonna die before one of you confessed!”
Sam and I exchanged a look, both irritated but also kind of guilty. With a shared sigh, we grabbed him under the arms and hauled him back to his feet.
When he finally stopped clinging, Tucker wiped his face and, for once, looked serious. His usual grin softened into something genuine. “But seriously… I’m really happy for you guys. You’re the two people I care about the most, and seeing you together like this—it just feels right. Congrats, you two.”
His sincerity hit me harder than I expected, and judging by Sam’s pink cheeks, she felt the same. “Thanks, Tuck,” I said.
“Yeah… thank you,” Sam echoed quietly.
Before the moment could drag on into unbearable cheesiness, the bell rang, saving us from further embarrassment. Students began to flood into classrooms, and Tucker’s goofy grin snapped back into place.
“You have to tell me everything later,” he said, eyes gleaming with curiosity. “The when, the where, the how—don’t leave out a single detail!” His excitement was almost contagious, and Sam and I couldn’t help but laugh. He honestly seemed more thrilled about our relationship than we were.
We walked into class still holding hands, but of course, that didn’t go unnoticed. Dash immediately spotted us and, right on cue, burst into obnoxious laughter.
“Hahaha! Dweeb and Dweebette are holding hands! What, afraid you’ll get lost in the hallways without each other? Oh wait—don’t tell me. You two are actually dating~?” His voice went high and mocking, like he was talking to toddlers.
Sam bristled beside me, but before she could snap, I fired back. “What’s the matter, Dash? Ashamed that I actually got a girlfriend and you couldn’t?”
That wiped the smirk right off his face. His cheeks flared red, though definitely not from embarrassment—more like rage. He clenched his fists and growled, “You’re dead, Fenton.”
I grinned, leaning back in my chair. “Like your love life?”
The classroom erupted with laughter and a chorus of “Ooohs!” echoing off the walls. Even Sam covered her mouth, trying not to laugh, though her shoulders shook beside me.
“That’s it, Fenton! You’re just asking for it!” Dash roared, slamming both palms down on his desk before standing to his full height. His chair squeaked backwards, as he cracked his knuckles.
“If your punches are as weak as your dating game, I don’t have anything to worry about.” I shrugged, my grin widening. Honestly, I didn’t know why I was poking the bear, but for some reason, watching Dash’s face turn redder with each word was starting to get really fun.
“Danny…” Sam’s voice carried that warning tone she reserved for when I was about to do something really dumb. “Stop antagonizing him—”
Too late. Dash, true to his name, lunged across the classroom like a bull charging at a matador.
The next thirty seconds turned into pure chaos.
I shot out of the way, narrowly dodging his grab, and vaulted over the nearest desk. Students yelped and scrambled out of the way as Dash bulldozed through the room after me, knocking over books, papers, and one poor kid’s lunchbox. I weaved between chairs, using them as makeshift shields, hopping from one desk to another like I was in some kind of Olympic training drill. The class had turned into an arena, and Dash was the angry lion trying to claw me down.
“FENTON! HOLD STILL!” he shouted.
“Not a chance!” I laughed, sliding under a table before flipping over another one.
The entire class roared with laughter and cheers like they were watching a live wrestling match. That is, until the booming voice of Mr. Lancer cut through the madness.
“ENOUGH!!”
Dash and I froze mid-chase, both of us panting like we’d run a marathon. Mr. Lancer’s face was red as he jabbed a finger at us. “Detention. Both of you. After school. Now sit down!”
Groaning, I slunk back to my seat while Dash muttered something about “lucky break” under his breath. Sam just buried her face in her hands.
By lunch, Sam and I were desperate for a little peace. We sat with Tucker, who was busy shoveling food into his mouth. Between bites, Sam and I began explaining the whole Star Sapphire fiasco—abduction, alien planet, glowing rings, all of it.
Tucker’s fork clattered against his plate, his eyes going wide as he stared at us in disbelief. “Are you serious?! You went on a whole intergalactic adventure—without me?!” He looked genuinely hurt, like we’d betrayed him on a personal level.
“Adventure?!” Sam snapped, her voice rising in outrage. “Tucker, I was abducted! Do you know how terrifying that was?!”
Tucker waved his hands dismissively, like she was overreacting. “So? Danny swooped in and rescued you. Do you realize you explored an alien planet! An alien planet! Do you realize how amazing that sounds? The tech there must’ve been off the charts! Spaceships, energy weapons, maybe even teleporters—ugh, I’m dying of jealousy here.”
Sam rolled her eyes so hard I was surprised they didn’t get stuck that way. “You’re unbelievable.”
“You know what?” Tucker said suddenly, puffing out his chest with newfound determination. “If you two can somehow get together by the miracle of some ring, then so can I. Watch and learn.”
Sam and I barely had time to exchange a wary glance before Tucker spun around in his seat. His eyes locked onto Valerie Gray, who was walking by with her lunch tray, her usual air of confidence making half the cafeteria glance her way.
“Hey, Val!” Tucker called out, his voice louder than necessary. “You. Me. Movie date later. What do you say?”
Sam and I froze.
Valerie paused mid-step, raised a brow, and gave him a once-over.
“Sure,” she said casually with a shrug.
Tucker’s jaw nearly hit the floor. “Wait—what? Seriously?” His reaction perfectly mirrored the one plastered across my face and Sam’s.
“Obviously not.” Valerie’s voice turned flat as she slammed her plate of mashed potatoes right into Tucker’s face. Without another word, she walked away.
Tucker sat there, completely frozen, potatoes dripping down his face. The plate slid off in slow motion, landing on the table with a wet splat. Sam and I couldn’t help it. We tried to stifle it, but the sight of Tucker blinking comically through a mask of mashed potatoes broke us. We burst out laughing, nearly doubling over at the table.
Peeling his glasses off, Tucker revealed two perfect rectangular outlines around his eyes, the only clean patches on his face. As he wiped his lenses with a napkin, he said with perfect deadpan confidence, “She clearly wants me. She’s just playing hard to get.”
Before we could respond, Valerie returned with her tray, and promptly dumped the rest of its contents over his head without saying a word. The pile of leftover food slid down his shirt in one big, sloppy mess.
“See?” Tucker said with a smirk, raising his eyebrows like he’d won. “She couldn’t resist coming back to see me again.”
Sam and I exchanged a look, then chuckled awkwardly. Somehow, even in the most humiliating situations, Tucker’s unshakable confidence was… kind of comforting. Moments like this—messy, ridiculous, and embarrassing—reminded me why being with these two made everything else worth it.
Sam and I grabbed some napkins and slid over to help him clean up. Between the three of us, we shared another round of laughter, softer this time, more genuine.
Comments
Bryan Vargas
Hmmm Nah... No way home situation
Vrati
Maybe everyone should keep their memories when Danny beat the penguin and Desiree. And I mean ‘everyone’. Even random people.
Chelsea2valve
Mr lancer is a ass danny didn't even throw a punch
