47ENJOY ~
"In order to set up camp, mom & dad need to talk to some park rangers down at the lake. Meanwhile, we can finish our little conversation, Danny." Jazz drew her arms to her hips. Her slender tall built & her long orange hair kind of reminded Danny of their mom. Except their mom's hair was shorter & Jazz didn't wear a blue jumpsuit, like, 24/7 with freaky red round goggles to accompany it. Jazz just wore a simple, tight, black, long sleeved shirt, with blue loose pants & black slip on shoes. "You know I very dislike it when you walk out on our conversations." She continued. "What did you mean I wouldn't understand?"
Way to kill a breath taking moment under five minutes. Danny huffed through his nose & turned to face his sister. "I meant, just drop it & save your little therapy session for another time Jazz! You're doing your 'I'm sticking my nose where it doesn't belong' thing again."
Jazz pouted & then turned a shoulder crossing her arms to her chest. "Sorry." She mumbled.
Oh great. Danny might've sounded a little too irritated. In return making his older sister upset. Now he felt bad & recoiled a little. "No." He mumbled back, "I'm sorry." Danny sat on the first step of the RV resting an elbow on his knee & a chin on an open palm. "Look, the reason I dread family weekends together is because they never last long. All right?"
A little heart warming, comforting smile came from Jazz.
"We might get away from ghosts, but that doesn't stop them from finding us. And especially me." Danny sighs again for what seemed like the thousandth time.
Jazz gave her brother's shoulder a tight squeeze. "Well. Then. I guess we have to make the most of it. All right?"
Danny glanced at his sister.
"It's the little moments that make a huge difference." She continues, "Sort of like this one. Don't you think?"
"Yeah. I guess." Danny chuckled.
Jazz then hugged her brother. "Now come on! Let's do some exploring."
"Sweet. Let's go." Danny replied. The minute he stood up to follow Jazz off the RV, Danny did a little gasp. A thin, visible, blue vapor trail came out of his mouth. Jazz was startled, she thought it was just an expression of surprise, then she cocked her head at Danny.
"What was that?"
Danny clasped a hand over his mouth. "Nothing!" He lied.
"That sure didn't seemed like nothing-"
"It's nothing! I swear." Danny persisted. "Let's get moving. Mom & Dad have their cell phones on them, right? You should probably call them to know we're out & about so they don't freak & think we might've been kidnapped by ghosts or something."
"Good idea," Jazz took out a pink old fashioned cellphone out of her back pocket & decides to dial.
It's what Danny calls his "ghost sense" sort of like Spider-Man's "tingling sensation" thing. Whenever there's danger lurking, Danny immediately knows it & tries to avoid it. Except instead of bad guys wearing tight, colorful, themed costumes, it was ghastly appearences of freakishly dead people or monsters, most of which aren't easy to get rid of. When Jazz started talking through the phone, Danny scouted for anything abnormal.
But that's just it, though.
Nothing suspicious was floating around the air, no green glows, no gigantic weapon wielding ghosts, not even those weird cute little vapor monsters that leave a trail of ectoplasm. Danny then got to thinking that maybe he just imagined his ghost sense trailing out of his mouth. He shrugged it off. Then Jazz beckoned Danny next to her. They started trailing down a rock slide to the little town called Gravity Falls.
"Mom said it's going to be while before she & dad can talk to a park ranger. Apparently the rangers are taking care of some crazy old kook at the lake. She also said we could walk freely, just as long as we meet her & dad at the lake before nightfall." Jazz informed
"Crazy old kook?" Danny asked.
"Yeah. Probably a homeless bum or something."
"Probably." Slowly said Danny.
When they walked into Gravity Falls Jazz & Danny didn't expect such a overly grown town square. It was a place where everybody knew everybody. Which might've explained a few uncanny looks coming in their direction. Danny's insides kind of churned as his ghost sense appeared again, another thin vapor trail came out of his mouth when he gasped. He wasn't feeling all too good. Jazz stopped in her tracks & looked at Danny who held his stomach. "You all right?"
Danny took a moment to answer. "Yeah! No problem." He forced a smile. "Totally fine. I'm just . . . just hungry." He lied.
"But you practically ate all of our lunch back at the RV-"
"Hey what can I say? I'm growing boy Jazz." Danny then walked ahead.
Jazz found a diner at the corner of the town. It was an old fashioned restaurant. With stools, table booths, & a jukebox in the back. When Danny & Jazz ordered, they were greeted by a round woman, with big hair & a lazy eye. She introduced herself as Suzan. She kind of freaked Danny out, and he'd seen a lot of weirder things before. He had to wonder if she was "soft in the brain" or something, because of the way she took a long time to gather her words. Jazz told Danny to try & not to be rude by staring too hard at her.
Before the siblings knew it, it was evening & they met their parents at the camping site near the lake. Their parents were pitching up the "Fenton" tents & then started a bonfire. They exchanged stories. Jazz & Danny told their mom & dad about ordering a beefy burger & a chicken salad at the restaurant, from the creepy woman with the lazy eye named Suzan. Then their mom & dad told them the details about the crazy old kook running around causing a disturbance, keeping a couple of fishermen from going out in the lake. It was all laughs & fun.
If only Danny could've enjoyed it.
He was too distracted. He felt a little off, & his ghost sense had kicked off five more than times after visiting the restaurant, & every time it did, there was no danger or evil ghost in sight. Danny began to wonder if something was wrong with him. His phantom side. Or maybe it wasn't him at all. It was probably Gravity Falls. Something felt off the minute he stepped foot into town.
For being immensely deep in thought Danny had burnt a marshmallow without realizing it.
"How gooey do you want that marshmallow sweetheart?" Asked his mom.
"Huh?" Danny blinked.
"Are you all right, son?" Asked his dad then.
"Seriously." Commented Jazz. "You've been totally distracted since we got here."
Danny quickly faked a yawn before anyone said anything else. "I'm fine. Totally fine." He paused. Then said. "You know what? I think I'm just tired. I'm going to call it early. Is that all right?"
"Why sure hon. We have a big day tomorrow. I think we should all go to sleep."
After about an hour or so Danny decided he couldn't sleep. He just lied in his sleeping bag staring up at the tent he shared with Jazz. He then sat up & looked out at the camping grounds. Something was still making Danny's guts churn. There was this slight discomfort telling him that something was wrong. What was it? He was about to leave the tent when he heard, "What are you doing?" Danny cringed. Perfect. He'd forgotten Jazz was a light sleeper.
"Bathroom!" He hissed back.
"Liar." Jazz said then. "Something's wrong."
A palm met Danny's face. "Just go back to sleep."
"Not until you tell me what's going on!"
"It's nothing-"
"You've told me that all day. I'm getting tired of it. I saw the weird thing you do when there's trouble around." Jazz imitated Danny's blank expression, with her jaw open, like Danny did when the his ghost sense kicked in. She then demanded. "Spill it!"
"Okay first I don't look like that!" He sighs. "And second, nothing gets past you does it?"
"Nope."
Danny then gasped as a thin visible vapor trail came out his mouth.
Danny wasn't so sure, but he swore Jazz knitted a smug eyebrow.
"Oh shut up." He mumbled. Then Danny got up & left the tent.
"Danny, wait!"
"Sorry Jazz, going ghost!"
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