THE AMITY PARK DANCE

(Author's note: This story is incomplete, becuase the ending is too inapropriate for AC. )p>Danny had sank deep into depression after Paulina insulted him. It had been a week, and he and Tucker had taken to drinking Double X beer in Danny's bedroom. He hadn't gone ghost or done any ghost fighting since then and everyone was beginning to forget about him.

It was about two in the afternoon, and Danny was just stirring out of sleep on the bed, only in his red boxers. Tucker was way out of it on the floor, a bucket of vomit next to his head. Just as Danny was reaching for the T.V. remote, the doorbell rang, followed by a few voices downstairs and then Danny's dad yelling up.
"Danny!" he called. "Its your friend Sam!" Grumbling, not wanting to get up, Danny yelled out.
"I don't wanna see no one!" he called out. There was no reply. Instead, came a few foot steps, and creaking from the stairs."I said I don't wanna see no one!" he yelled again.
"But I do" came the reply from behind Danny's door. Amazingly, Tucker still hadn't woken up.
"I said I'm not home" he replied, still lying on the bed, still not wanting to get up. "I don't know when Danny will be back."
The door creaked open. Sam strolled in, smiling. She was wearing her usual garb; black tank top, black and green skirt, purple pantyhose, black knee length boots. What was different was she was carrying a cream book bag over her left shoulder. And she was in Danny's room when he told everyone not to be!
"That's okay, I'll just wait here until he turns it. That's okay isn't it?" she sarcasticly answered. Danny resigned, collapsing on the bed again and she closed the door behind her.
"There's nothing you can do to help me Sam." He said with his eyes shut. "You know that! My heart's in a million pieces and you made it clear...." He trailed off.
"Made what clear?" she asked, standing at the foot of the bed, still smiling.
"you and me..." he continued, "can't be together...and Paulina...is a no no."
Sam stood there for a minute, then steped over Tucker and paced up to Danny's right side. She stuck her hand out over Danny's eyes. He still didn't move.
"I'm not here for you," she said, "I'm here for a dance." Danny finally opened his eyes. And there he saw. A syringe sticking out of Sam's wrist.
"What are you on?" he exclaimed.
"Does it matter?" she replied.
Inwardly Danny groaned, leaned over the open can on his nightstand and sipped on his beer. He tried to find a nice way to tell her to scram. Recently became addicted to football, and cheerleaders. Which left him alone, or was supposed to leave him all alone, to watch one of the biggest football games of the year. The game was going to start soon, and he didn't want to miss the opening when all those sexy cheerleaders did their first sexy cheerleader dance.
"Were both stoned." Danny finally said. "pull up a beer and chill."
"Naaa, I wanna show you my dance" replied Sam. Danny looked into her eyes. Dilated. Boy she was stones. But he just wanted to be left alone. Away from girls, away from everyone, unless they were miserable like Tucker was on the floor.
"Since when do you Dance Sam?" question Danny through narrowed eyes.
"Did you know that there's a talent contest
coming up at school?" replied Sam.
"Won't it be the fifth one?"
"Sixth. It'll be the sixth talent show this month. Anyway, I've got a new ballet dance routine for the show. Would you like to see it?" She was speaking rather formally all of a sudden.
"I wanna watch football Sam."
"Great!" said Sam, ignoring Danny and leaping up to Danny's stereo. "You'll love it."
"Ballet Sam?" Danny couldn't believe it. Instead of a sexy cheerleader dance, he was now going to be stuck watching a girl's boring ballet dance. Sam unzipped the book bag and pulled cassette. "What planet are you on?"
She didn't reply. The cassette went into the tape deck and the music played. Danny dad was surprised as it sounded just like the music played at Tuckers house when Tuckers mom got drunk and did a strip. Kinda weird for ballet music.
"What is this? He asked."
"Well I need music if I'm going to do the Amity Park Dance." She began to move to the music. Only there was nothing ballet-like about her moves.

She started swaying her body back and forth,
then reaching up behind her neck and undoing
her jolly roger necklace. She held the necklace up, and
let gravity pull on the skull trinket as the string slid
through her fingers. Then Sam did a quick
spin, then another. Soon Sam was spinning
so fast that her skirt rose up from the centrifugal
forces, leaving everything below the waist fully
exposed. Danny had started to tune out, but
her spinning recaptured his full attention. He pondered the colour of Sam's panties; the pantyhose were so opaque. Then
Sam stopped, and without any sign of dizziness,
began to sway her hips in rhythm to
the music and began to bend over, reaching for her boots, pulling down the zippers. In spite of himself Danny watched
closely, fully entranced by her dancing. Suddenly
Sam's feet did a rapid one-two as she
kicked her boots off. Then she began moving
her hands around her skirt, pressing her
palms firmly against her body.
"What kind of ballet dance is this?" Danny said out load, suddenly realsing what he had done infront of Sam. "Did I just say that?" He hoped she wouldn't be upset. She wasn't. As if in response Sam hands moved seductively
behind her back. Danny dad heard a
small 'snap' and Sam's black and green skirt
came away, to be tossed into Danny's lap.
Danny dad's mouth fell open and he sat up at the
sight of the black pantied dancing girl. The crotch of her panties had the same white skull and cross bones as he necklace did.
"SAM! What...What...
"Oh didn't you know Danny?" Sam
responded, still dancing sexily to the music.
"The dance part of the 'The Amity Park
Dance' is a striptease.
Now just lay back and keep watching. After
all, you promised."

the end....for now