Getting the hang of things

While I was constant spending time producing new inventions preparing for what i can only assume to be something interesting. I was getting used to school, or more aptly sleeping through school. More than once i fell asleep with dark circles under my eyes. It had been an entire week of this. Thankfully though I was still acing everything and the teachers didn't say much other than a balding fat guy. Who yelled at me and Danny the same it seemed he slept in classes too.

On the note of Danny getting Jazz to invite me over to their house as been a bitch. It seemed Jazz was extremely embarrassed by her parents despite her obvious embrace of the weird. She had ended up asking me a lot about how I detect more than just ghosts. I didn't really want to showcase my inventions so I just kept my explanations very brief.

"Are you still sleepy?"

"Huh? Oh hey uhh? Person." It was the shallow looking girl apparently she was one of the popular girls. From what I learned she had a blonde friend and she fawns over Danny's alter ego. Which is ironic telling that Danny likes her as well. The final note was that Danny's friend Sam hated this girl with a passion.

"Haha, your funny. Do you want to come to my party?"

"Party?" Well truthfully I never been to one before, "I'm down, but why are you asking me?"

"Well, you are quite handsome and well fit. Not to mention you don't seem to be well liked by the loser squad."

"Thanks? When's the party?"

"Two days from now, here is the invite. I figured since you are new here you wouldn't know where I live. Bye"

"Alright, bye."

Well that was okay. Certainly not bad. I got up from my seat and walked out of class. it seemed just being dislike by Danny Phenton made me popular. i didn't even think he actually disliked me I just thought he distrusted me. I saw Jazz carrying a stack of books, figuring I could use this i took them from her hands.

"Where you bring these?"

"Orion! Hey, I was just taking them to the library storage, I have to move like 3 more stacks. Do you mind?"

"Not at all, go get another stack and we can get this done."

Jazz did exactly that running back over. "Hey Jazz I was just invited to a party becuase apparently your brother dislikes me. What is the deal with that? Does he actually dislike me?"

"My brother? Hmm, well I'd say it isn't that he dislikes you. YOu actually remind me of our uncle Vlad. That might be the reason."

"Uncle?"

"Well he isn't actually our unlce and he is just a friend of our parents. However he is the mayor and has a super creepy crush on my mom."

"Is your mom hot?"

"Oh...That's not something you should be asking people." Jazz seemed to pick up on my obliviousness. I had said I lived in the woods. She was very trusting.

"Fair I guess. How do parties work by the way?" The lights in the school flickered and the halls went dark. "Whoa wait wtf?"

Jazz dropped the books and grabbed me. "Its a ghost! Just let my brother handle it."

"Right, so parties? How do they work?"

"Really? Do you not have a sense of fear?"

"Ghosts aren't that scary. I am more scared of Fae some of them eat your bones while your alive."

She looked at me like I was crazy, "I can't ever tell what is a joke with you."

"Meh, so on top of the parties question. How do we know the ghost is dealt with?"

"Well usually the lights return to normal." I looked up at the broom closet light, The light was broken. I was about to point it out, but Jazz was pressing back on me while trying to moving around. I debated about doing something, but... Jazz was to soft.

"The light in here is broken Jazz and also you should stop pressing up against me unless you want to feel something you shouldn't"

"Wh-What? I am so sorry. Uhh Danny probably beat the ghost anyway let's get those books."

jazz practically fell out of the broom closet and right outside of it was Danny. "Hey ghost kid."

"Jazz what are you doing?"

"I saw the lights flicker! You were fighting a ghost right?"

"I was, but...uhhh never mind see you at home."

"Hmm, well that was fun." I picked up the stack of books from the ground. "Jazz if you are willing to pull me in a broom closet to protect me. Can you just help me look at some of your family's ghost fighting equipment?"

Jazz picked up her own stack of books. "Yeah, sure. Better than causing more misunderstandings."

"Cool, while we do some science study we can talk about how parties work."

"You have a weird sense of priorities."

"I have been told that yes."

"I have no idea if you are trying to get into my pants or get into my head."

"Why not both?" I had more than one goal. It wasn't strange to try them all. It would be so close to obtaining an easy innovation.