“So… Inviso-Bill isn’t a real ghost?” The reporter stood with a ghost in a cloak.
“His name is Danny Phantom. I don’t know why you keep calling him that. It’s so dumb. But, yeah, bottle pop isn’t a real ghost.” The ghost blew a bubble with her gum.
“You know him personally? What is he?”
“Bottle pop is like my bro. My annoying, little, bro, with a horrid sense in hair and style. He’ll know who I am. Take that, dipstick, this is for taking the last of the strawberry poptarts.”
“What is he?” The reporter says again.
“Well, us ghosts call him a Halfa. They’re rare. I don’t understand the physics, really, it’s all mumbo-jumbo to me, but he can explain it like he’s giving directions to his house. Half ghost, half living, in simple terms.”
“Really? How does it work.”
The ghost gave him a ‘really?’ look. “I just said I can’t explain it.” She says.
“Well, can you tell us who his human half is?”
“What, oh, no, he would kill me. HA! Ghost jokes. You wouldn’t understand. But, no, not really. I’ll just tell you he’s underage.”
Danny blinked at the screen that Sam was holding. “That son of a- I’m older than her!” He hissed. The sophmore next to him raised and eyebrow.
“That’s what you’re worried about?” Tucker asks.
“YeS!” Danny says. “I’ve been trying to get these idiots to notice since junior year. Like, really. I’m her OLDER brother! Ember is sooo getting it after school.” He huffed. “I’ll see y’all after the conference I’m gonna hold tonight!”
Tucker turned to Sam. “He’s not gonna tell anyone who he is.” Tucker says blandly. “He’s just gonna tell them that he’s older that Ember.”
“Yeah.” Sam nodded, watching him go. “You right.”
