Okay, so this is my first fan fiction. Don't hate me if it's not as good, suggestions will be nice. In this Sam has a brother. I just can't imagine this story without Sam having a brother. Anyways hope you guys like the chapter. If not, tell me if I should stop. All the other episodes occurred EXCEPT "Phantom Planet". So Danny and Sam aren't together yet. I said yet. They will be together…. Maybe….

~Mz. Jinky 3


Chapter 1: Nothing

I wiped the new eraser shavings off my paper before trying again on the problem. I knew it was almost impossible for me to actually complete it after about 7 tries, but I had to try. Usually I'm perfect at math.

But I was being distracted.

It wasn't my fault.

But now that I think it over, it probably is my fault.

I wasn't even thinking about math!

I tapped the end of my pencil to the paper several times before I decided to give up. Calling Danny wouldn't help me, and with his C average it'll probably make my problem even worse. I would call Tuck if he wouldn't turn the problem into a lecture about World of Warcraft.

So instead of trying to figure out or even find the problem, I put the paper into my math book and left the math book on my desk.

I walked towards the window seat and leaned my head against the glass.

It was raining.

I liked that.

I was smiling, ear-to-ear. I love the rain. The way the rain makes the skies turn completely gray and makes the people of Amity Park swear into the sky.

But I guess the real reason I really do like the rain is because others would complain about getting sick in the rain, or would at least complain about getting their hair wet. Then there's the fact that no one generally goes out in the rain… I'm the only one out there…

I grabbed a gray hoodie and pulled it over my skull shirt. I turned out my lights and left my large purple room. I walked along the long halls then down the stairs. As I reached the door I pushed my full grown hair to one side and pulled the hood over my head.

I started to let it grow down to pass my chest. Thinking that if I let my hair grow, mom would lay off the pink dresses and I'd be free with my black/purple ensemble. She probably quit with the forcing but it doesn't mean that she quit reminding me how "cute" I would look in pink. Yeah, sure mom, and Mr. and Mrs. Fenton don't own ghost apparel.

I was almost escaping the house, almost turning the knob, and almost escaping my math homework until one word happened. Jake.

"Hey, where're you going?" My 17 year old brother called to me stepping from behind me. "It's pouring out."

If you looked at him, you could never tell that we were even related. He took my father's light brown hair, but it was more wavy and loose than neat and greasy. He had a pointed chin and a turned out nose. His eyes were brown, just a bit darker than his hair. His skin was now tanned because of spring break last year to Malibu (hate the place). He was at least 6'1 and I was pretty used to not getting the tallness in my family. Coming from the fact that I'm 15 and I'm only 5'5.

"Why do you think I'm going outside?" I countered back at him, "Where's mom and dad anyways?"

"Business," He told me simply like it could explain the whole evolution of earth. I nodded understanding.

Of course, I thought, plenty of time to tell me what to wear each morning but just not enough to be here to even think to care if I finished my homework or not!

"Right, well, I'll be back in 30 minutes, or so. Try and stop me and guess who'll find out who threw the party that was cast on MTV as the most chaotic…"

"Okay, okay, I get it. I'll give you 30 minutes only if you never use that as black mail ever again." He pleaded.

I rolled my eyes at the pathetic teenager.

"No promises," I yelled out to him as I left the house. I shut the door behind me and slipped my hands into my jean pockets.

I decided that jeans can be a lot more comfortable than plaid skirts and purple tights. Sure they were cute, sure it was my favorite outfit, but it's kind of hard to out-run a certain Amity Park Zoo's staff for freeing a few animals from captivity when you're also trying to find a way to keep your skirt down. I might wear it once and a while but jeans can be easier to run with when you're being chased by a mob of people.

I still wear my combat boots (except in gym, Coach Tetslaff thinks it's "unsafe"). Threatening Tucker with it still comes in handy but threatening him never helps with Tuck. He either tells you something you don't want to hear then you threaten that the first thing he'll see when he looks in the mirror is a boot stuck in contact with his face. But he'll just ignore everything you just said then he'll just say it again.

As an example: Calling Danny and I "love birds"

What the HECK does that mean?

I mean, of course I know what it means, I'm not as clueless as Danny, but we could never be together. And I mean never. Best friends just can't fall in love. It's like law. Their love will either be unrequited, ruined by a slut/ass (Paulina/Gregor), or they'll break up with out ever being friends ever again.

I don't think I love Danny. I don't want to anyways.

Like I said; its law.

I just can't.

Problem is….

I do.

I faced the rain the whole way. I was really only listening to rustling of the leaves beneath my feet and the thunderstorms from the skies. Listening from two perspectives is good for the brain.

I accidentally led myself to the park and I walked through the path. My boots were clunking which each step I took… or so I thought.

I stopped walking for a moment.

....................

The "clunking" continued then stopped.

I continued to walk once more trying to listen to both the clunking of my boots and the mysterious "thing".

I stopped again.

..................

It stopped just as I did.

I began to walk faster through the park, but sure I wasn't as frantic as I felt my blood circulating.

The noise was following me and I just couldn't get it off my tale. It was getting annoying. I left my house to get away from my math homework and now I'm trying to get away from something I can't even see!

After a few moments, I tried forgetting the additional sound and just enjoy the rain that I came out here for. But the sound was increasing. Louder and even louder than before, it grew.

I tried to make sure that I wasn't running; that the citizens in their cars can't see that I'm trying to lose something.

Then at the corner of my eye I caught sight of something in front of me, glowing behind a few bushes.

Two red eyes.

"Sam!"

I jumped and flew a kick to whoever was behind me.

"Oww…" the voice called.

I recognized that voice.

I looked down to where the voice called out to me.

"Danny!" I exclaimed seeing that I just kicked my best friend.

I grabbed his hand to help him off the ground but he was still rubbing his side from the impact from my kick. I noticed he was as his alter-ego, Danny Phantom. His white hair was covering his green eyes. I couldn't stop myself from snorting slightly at the sight of his black spandex, but almost catch myself sighing when I was the "D" I designed for it. (AN: I would never make Sam sigh at something as small as that!)

"That really hurt, Sam," Danny complained glaring, but I just glared right back.

"Well, you didn't have to sneak up on me! I'm sorry, Danny." I explained not looking up to him but looking around myself.

"I didn't sneak up on you. I wasn't trying to anyways." Then I noticed him watching me closely, so I stopped looking. "What's wrong? Why are you out here anyways?"

"I could ask the same thing."

"I'm on patrol. Why do you look like you've seen a ghost, Sam? No pun intended."

"I just thought I saw…" I trailed off trying to look back to where I saw the eyes. Nothing. "Nothing. I saw nothing."

"Are you sure?" Danny asked cautiously, now looking around as I was.

I turned back to the bushes, sure this time that there was nothing there.

"Yeah, I'm sure."