This is short, but it has what I was trying to say, I think. This is several years later. Review, please? I know it's been a while, but hey again. :]
Rrrrring. Rrrrrrring, "Hello?"
"Hello there. My name is Dashell Baxter, and I'm calling to—" Click. fuck.
Rrrrrrrring. Rrrrrrrrring. "Hello?"
"Hello there. My name is Dashell Baxter, and I'm calling to offer you... to ask if you'd take just a few short minutes to answer a few survey questions." Good lord, he didn't hang up. Or I didn't hear it.
"Did you say 'Dashell Baxter', like Dash Baxter?"
"Uh... yes. Do I know you?" Calm down, Dash—everyone knows you. It IS amity park you're calling, maybe it's just an old-
"Wow. Dash. It's been a long time, dude. Yeah. It's Danny."
"F-Fenton?" fuck.
"Yep. How've you been?"
"Uh... okay, I guess. H-how about you?" Be polite, Dash. Be polite. The Boss'll come around and cut you short any minute, so just go ahead.
"Me? Great, man. I've been great. I've gotta say, and though this sounds convoluted, I gotta tell you thanks. Your daily encounters are what made me push my way through high school, Dash. If you didn't beat me up every day, I probably wouldn't have cared so much about getting out of there, and into better stuff, you know? I got into college, got the girl of my dreams, and I have a house, a couple kids... and it's really all thanks to you."
"Oh. Oh, that's uh... well, you're welcome. I didn't—"
"What about you, man? What's up in your life?"
"W-well, I... I mean," Don't tell him the truth, dumbnuts. Make something up. "O-oh, well, I mean, I have this company now—" Wow, that was a long-shot, "and I'm doing really well. Me and the wife are expecting, so.."
"Oh, really? Wow, that's great! A little boy or girl? I've got two girls, myself. Waiting on a nice Daniel Jr. In May."
"O-oh, we uh... we don't know yet." Because nothing I've told you is true. "Danny? Can I ask you something?"
"Sure, man."
"Do you remember that guy? Danny Phantom? I mean, you're still in Amity Park, right?" You're probably the fucking mayor or something, right? While I'm stuck out here... God, what I wouldn't give to just go back home...
"Y-yeah, I own a couple buildings down here—we like to visit the folks, so... but what about him?"'
Okay, casual. Casual. "Do you know what ever happened to him?"
"Nah, Dash, I couldn't tell ya. I'm sure he's around, though."
"You think? I always really liked that guy." Oops.
"Yeah, he was definitely a good guy. Ohp! Dash, I gotta go. Paulie's baby class is half an hour earlier than usual today, so we've gotta get there and get a yoga mat. But, it was really great hearing from you, getting in touch. Take it easy, alright? Oh, and tell your girl a nice congrats for the baby on the way."
"Y-yeah. Yeah, will do, Fen—Danny. Bye."
"Bye."
Rrrrring. Rrrrrrring, "Hello?"
"Hello there. My name is Dashell Baxter, and I'm calling to—" Click.