Okay, here's my first fic.

Summary: A friend from long ago comes back to see Danny again. Danny thinks it's great, and soon all four are great friends. But Danny's powers start to short out. Overworking himself in trying to find out why, Danny gets kidnapped by his friend. What does she want?

Disclamer: I don't own Danny Phantom.

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(Danny's P.O.V.)

It was a typical day. Wake up, be nagged by Jazz. Go to school, be nagged by teachers. Come home, get nagged by Jazz and parents some more. Oh, I wasn't looking forward to this day. But if only I could've known that I'd meet up with an old friend again, well, maybe I would've just gone to school.

Monday Morning: 7am

"NOT GOING TO SCHOOL, DON'T FEEL LIKE IT." I yelled at Jazz for what seemed like the hundreth time. I pulled the covers back over me and tried to go back to sleep. Suddenly I felt the covers being pulled back, and before I could stop them, Jazz had them off. I gave her a stare down, she didn't budge.

"You don't have a choice, you have to go to school."

"Like I care." I told her as I headed for the bathroom. Maybe if I stayed in here long enough they'd think I'm sick and I could stay home. Worth a try.

7:45am

45 minutes of bordem later, Jazz pounds on the door. "GET OUT OR YOU'LL BE LATE!" I did my best attempt at a barf sound. Then waited to hear what they'd say. "STOP FAKING AND GET OUT!" Darn, can't convince Jazz. But, maybe I can convince Mom. I did my best sick groan and called for Mom.

I heard Jazz give a frustrated groan and walk off. Maybe it'll work after all. I mean, you can't expect me to go to school and take that huge math test when I had no time to study from the ghost attacks. If I had just one more day, maybe I could understand it enough to do a make-up test. I heard foodsteps running up the stairs, Mom I bet.

Mom threw open the bathroom door. "Danny what's going on?" I faked a cough. "Oh, you're sick, well, you can't go to school then!" Yes, it's working. I pretended like I was going to barf. "Danny, you need to be in bed." The iccing on the cake, and she bought it. Jazz gave a frustrated huff and stormed off. I slowly went to my room.

"But Mom, I have a math test today." I groaned at her.

"Don't worry about that, I'll tell Mr. Lancer that you'll need a make-up test." Yes, I couldn't have planned it more perfectly. I nodded and went to my room to actually study this time.

3:30pm

Sam and Tucker threw open my bedroom door. "Danny there's some freeky goth chick that's been asking for you all day!" Tucker yelled at me.

"HEY, I'm goth in case you didn't notice!"

"No, it was a new girl at school, she says you know each other from way back."

"Aileen." I muttered.

"Who?" They said together.