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Like most teenagers during the summer, Sam, Danny and Tucker enjoyed going to the beach.

To a lesser extent, so did Jazz, who had agreed to drive them there and "supervise"; of course, that was quickly forgotten with the momentary cautions of Don't wander off! and NO GHOST FIGHTING!, and then Jazz was off to the marine biology museum with her notebook and trusty pink pen.

So they were left by themselves at the beach house to change. Sweet.

Except for the minute that Sam opened her backpack she could have sworn that tiny hearts erupted from it, along with a perfume so sickeningly sweet that she could have hurled.

"I. Am. Not. WEARING. THIS."

And so she grabbed her best friends' wrists, after closing her backpack ("Augh! The smell! How will I get it out?") and dragged them to the nearby swim shop. Then she deposited them on the benches while she went to go find something in something a little more dark.

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"I don't know," she said thoughtfully.

Then dived gracefully into the water next to him and emerged, hair all wet again. "Lucky we have one handy."

"Lucky," Danny said with a grin, just paddling around her happily.

She grinned at him wildly.

"You're sure when we get home you're not like, going to pull a 180 on me and suddenly start drooling over Valerie again? Or Paulina? Or any random girl who passes by in the street?"

"Hey! I don't stare at random girls," he said. "I mean, more than any other guy does. But no, I definitely won't."

A pause. He coughed. "Uh, and I won't sneak into the girls' locker room anymore, either."

Sam looked at him.

Then hit him. Hard.

"YOU ... YOU LITTLE-- I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU-- WHILE WE WERE--"

"Ow! Hey, at least I admitted it!" he shot at her, flushing.

She glared at him. "You have sooooo lost make out points, buster."

"Come on! I'm a teenage boy! I got invisibility and intangibility--what do you think the first thing I thought of to do with it was?" he asked her.

She thought for a minute.

"Did you do it -- while -- I was--?"

He ducked down into the water so that only his eyes were showing, looking guilty.

"Aaaand... was this before or after we started dating?"

He sank just a little lower.

She raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms in the water. "I thought you didn't like me like that before."

He lifted his head out of the water enough to say, "That doesn't mean I didn't think you were good-looking."

"...I... am not going to even dignify this conversation with a response." Glaare.

"I'm sorry?"

A pause. "Well, no I'm not, because, wow, that was really awesome, but I'm, uh, sorry I didn't respect your and everybody else's privacy? And stuff?"

Sam's eyes narrowed some more.

"I haven't done it since, like, around the time of the accident, I swear!"

The eyebrow went higher.

Now he looked like a kicked puppy.

"Please don't be mad?"

"I don't know. I really hate infringement on the rights to privacy. Especially mine."

He scratched the back of his neck. "Well, that's kind of why I figured I ought to be honest about it..."

She blinked at him, still glaring.

Then sighed.

"Well. I guess I can forgive you. It's not like I don't hate the rest of the female population of our school anyway."

She glared. "But if you ever, EVER--"

"If I want to see you naked, I promise I'll just ask," Danny said solemnly.

Then, "Uh, I didn't mean for it to come out like that."

She looked at him solemnly for a moment.

Then burst out into giggles.

"You still have lost make out points."