Author's Note: First of all, a big thanks to Lilith Jae for being my first ever Favorite on a story! Also to Lucky-the-Cat and braveheartcrzy, who was my first follower. I really appreciate you guys! So when I was watching Control Freaks, (for the hundredth time) I remember thinking that Grandma Manson was so chill with everything, almost like she knew about Danny. That's what inspired me to add her into the story. This chapter is pretty short because it's just wrapping things up. That's what Epilogues are for, right? So thanks again for reading! Much appreciated!

Epilogue

I watched the kitchen TV with a blank expression on my face. Inside, I was jumping and shouting for joy, but there was no way I could let my parents see that. So, I sat there calmly, eating my cereal, and watching the news report on "Teen Hero Inviso-Bill" fighting a "Robot-like ghost." Trying not to laugh at the butchered names was a trial all on its own.

"I just don't know about that boy," my Mother murmured as she filed her already-perfect nails."He's a ghost, but-"

"Pamela," My Father interrupted, "Don't tell me you're getting soft on a ghost."

My Mother frowned at his accusation, but didn't deny it.

"Whether he plays hero or not, he's still a ghost. And he's still dangerous." My Father finished his tirade just as Danny hit Skulker with a decisive blow and sucked him into the Fenton Thermos. A few girls from the crowd below squealed, one of them being Casper High's very own princess: Paulina Sanchez. Danny gave a little wave to the crowd before vanishing in thin air.

"Sam," I sighed as my Father's scrutinizing gaze turned to me. "Tell me you won't ever be like one of those brainwashed fangirls?" His voice managing to be pleading and demanding at the same time.

"Whatever, dad." I mumbled, finishing my cereal and washing the bowl in the sink. Behind me, I heard him open his mouth, probably to tell me to watch my attitude, but my good old Grandma came to the rescue.

"Oh, Jeremy, give it a rest!" She cackled, driving her automatic scooter up to the breakfast table. "You're just jealous cause he's cuter than you."

At this, my Father nearly dropped the coffee mug he was holding. I couldn't help but laugh at his dumbfounded face. My Mother, try she might, couldn't stop from giggling and had to leave the kitchen. After his moment of shock, my Dad recovered and began another rant.

"Sometimes I believe I am the only person with any sense around here!" My Father slammed his coffee mug onto the table. His face had turned pink from embarrassment and anger.

"Oh, no," my Grandma leaned out of her scooter to whisper to me, "now look what I've done." She said it with no trace of regret, just mischievous curiosity. I bit my lip to strangle the laugh that was building in my throat.

My Dad clicked off the TV, where the news reporters were still talking about "Inviso-Bill" and grabbed his jacket, swinging it over his shoulder hastily.

"I have a golf tournament and I can't be late because I'm loitering around with children." He glared pointedly at my Grandma. As he briskly crossed the kitchen, reaching for the front door, Grandma called out one last jab: "If you see the GhostBoy, will you get his autograph for me?"

I couldn't control myself that time, and the sounds of my laughter and my Father's angry scoffing echoed around the kitchen. Without another word, he reached for the door knob and swung it open. Instead of leaving, he stood there awkwardly for a few seconds. I tilted my head to peer past my Dad's tall figure.

"Hi, Mr. Manson. Is Sam there?" I rolled my eyes at the irony. Of course it would be Danny.

My Dad merely scoffed and muttered, "Fentons," under his breath before pushing past Danny and stalking to his car.

"Hey, Danny," I called to him, walking towards the door. He stood on the doorstep, hand still posed as if he was about to knock. He lowered it when I waved him in.

"Hey, Sam." He grinned brightly. "Hi, Grandma Manson."

"Danny!" Grandma scootered over to him. I groaned. "You and Sam off to go cause trouble?" She cackled, a devious grin spreading across her face.

"No," Danny replied hesitantly, making my Grandma laugh even harder.

My Dad slammed the car door rather loud, causing the three of us to jump in surprise.

"Jeez," Danny muttered, briefly looking back at the expensive car speeding down the road. "What's his problem?"

"Nothing," I replied quickly. I hoped my Grandma wouldn't give any details, but I should have known better. What's a grandma to do rather than embarrass her granddaughter?

"Oh, I told that old crank that Inviso-Bill was cuter than he was." Her eyes glittered dangerously as Danny's cheeks turned a faint shade of pink. "Don't you think, Sam?" She continued, to my horror.

My eyes flitted between Danny and my Grandma. "Uh, I, um, sure." My cheeks turned a few shades darker than Danny's. "I guess." Danny's blush got redder, but he grinned.

"I'm never gonna hear the end of this," I sighed inwardly.

"Come on, Danny. We gotta go buy those tickets." I grabbed his wrist and drug him away from my Grandma. Circus Gothica was coming to town, and we had to get the tickets in advance.

"Stay out of trouble, you two!" My Grandma called as I drug Danny out the doorway. Danny turned back to wave at her and to my absolute terror, she winked at him.

Danny turned back with a confused look on his face. "Did your Grandma just wink at me?"

"Eh, no. It was just a twitch." I said. "An old person thing."

"Oh, okay." Danny nodded, the thought immediately forgotten. So gullible.

"And he wonders why I call him clueless," I thought, a daring smile on my lips.