Duet With Myself

“That’s Danny’s favorite part too!” Tucker was saying. Danny had no idea what movie they were even talking about. “Man, you guys have so much in common, it’s freaky.”And just like that the room’s temperature plummeted. Danny scrambled up to turn off the ceiling fan, chuckling nervously. “Whoa, did your mom blast the AC?”“She must have,” Tucker said. They both shivered. “Haha, weird...”Phantom was flickering. He looked apologetic.As casually as possible Danny tugged Phantom’s leg, which was hovering just below eye level, and pulled him onto Tucker’s bed. He settled against the ghost with an arm around his shoulder, ignoring the cold.Did the room warm up? He couldn’t be sure pressed up against Phantom like this.“Gaaay,” Tucker said, directing his iPad at them for a picture.