Fallen: Well then.
Danny: What?
Fallen: I'm waiting for someone.
Sam: Who?
Tucker: Is she hot? *daydreams while drooling*
Sam: TUCKER! *glares*
Tucker: It's just a question! *cowers*
Fallen: 3...
Danny: NO! DON'T DO IT! *slow-mo run*
Fallen: 2....
Sam: O.o WTF?
Danny: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Fallen: 1....
*a person crashes through the window*
Twilight: Herro! I am here, as this is a joint.
Fallen: Joints are nice.
Danny: *nods* they help us move.
Tucker: I hate joints. They get in my meat. T.T
Sam: DON'T EAT ANIMALS!
Tucker: Nah, that's cool.
Fallen: And now for chapter one of....
*crickets*
Danny: ... YOU DON'T HAVE A TITLE??!!
Fallen: *flinches* Maaaaaaaaaaaybeeeeeeeee.
Sam: Authors. So unprepared. Fall and Twi don't own Danny Phantom, they only own this storyline, and the "WTF" ability.
Danny: I do not like the sound of that.
Fallen: Wow. A compliant Muse. Sam is now my Muse.
Sam: YES!
Fallen: Got a title?
Sam: Now onto the first chapter of "Out of Sight, Out of Mind".
Fallen: DAAAAAAAAAMN!
"Blah"-Dialogue
'Blah' - Sam Thinking
"Blah" - Stressed.
'Blah' - Note
Sam's POV
"What were you THINKING Sam!??!"
I sighed. My parents always killed my fun. Defending myself was never any use, so I just fiddled with my spiked wristband, waiting for this nightmare to be over.
"Honestly, Sam, releasing ALL the animals from our BEST supplier? Why can't you be like your cousin?" My mother glared at me, and I gritted my teeth. She constantly brings up my cousin, Denice. Denice was a perfect angel, fit right into the mold my parents wanted me to fit into. She was the exact opposite of me. I had raven colored hair, she had pale blonde. Where my eyeshadow was dark, hers was bright. My eyes amethyst, hers diamond. I wore gothic clothes, she wore preppy.
She makes me sick.
I get tired of hearing about what Denice has done. "She saved an astronaut! She saved my life! She's amazing!"
Shut up about stupid Denice. Now.
I hate Denice, and so does Danny. Speaking of Danny.... I now have a perfect excuse to ditch out on this conversation that fails at being an actual lecture.
'C'mon Danny, where's that good ol' bad timi-'
HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK!
'Saved by the bell! Or horn.' I smirked at my mother. "Sorry mom, I have to go. Wouldn't want to keep my friends waiting would I?" She glared at me, knowing it was useless. She knew her lecture would never be finished, as I wouldn't come home, I would go to Danny's, and hang out there till around ten. She opened her mouth to say something, probably 'This isn't over young lady!' or, 'Samantha, when you get home you are grounded!" I didn't care. I brushed pass her, and darted out the door, my boots clomping on the cement walkway.
"Go Sam, go!" I grinned at my best friend's voice. I loved the sound of it. Whether sarcastic, joking, nervous, anything. It was always fun to hear. I ran towards the car, grinning as Danny rolled down the window, and jumped in, Dukes of Hazard style. "Samantha Manson, when you get back to this house you are so-" I ignored her. She said that every day. And every day, Danny would yell-
"It's the Fuzz! BOOK IT!" I shrieked, laughing as he gunned it.
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'Why does she always get to ride shotgun?" I smirked as I heard mine and Danny's other best friend open the door and jump in the car. Danny snickered and said, "Hey, it's harder to jump through the back window then the front. Besides, you couldn't handle a front seat carcrash." Our friend of the African-American descent glared at us. "And you two can?" Danny looked shifty, which was kinda cute. "I never said that. Your electronics would break in the front if we got into a car crash Tucker." Tucker nearly cried. "NEVER! You two can ride in the front." I snickered a bit, and leaned back into Danny's Mustang's seats. He loved that car. He paid for it with his own money, and it looked awesome. I loved this car, it was like a second home to me. My first was Danny's house. Yes, I know I didn't mention my own house. I hate it there anyway. I sighed, as I snuggled farther into the seat. Last thing I heard was Danny's voice, saying, "It's okay Sam. Sleep if ya like..."
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My first period class was with Danny. Math, Bleh. I suck at math. "Alright class, I am your teacher, Mrs. Bitterworth*." She was an old woman, with bizarre glasses. I shivered a bit. I hated that teacher. She suffered from constant amnesia each day, forgetting what she taught us, and who we were. But, each day we learned something new.
It was creepy...
I passed a note to Danny.
'I'm bored as hell.' I looked at him, and he snickered as he looked at my note. I got one back, which said 'You and me both. Today its more Algebra. I already aced the test.' I smirked. Danny was good at that. His parents liked A's. I blamed Jazz. I passed a note back. 'Kill me.' he looked shocked.
'No.'
'Yes.'
'No.'
'Yes.'
"MR. FENTON! MRS. MANSON!" I flinched, my hand darting back. Though she may have constantly lost her memory, her yelling was equally horrific. Mrs. Bitterworth glared at us. "What do you think you're doing?" I thought a bit. So did Danny. I opened my mouth, and she glared. "Don't answer that." I shut it. As she was about to give me a lecture, the bell rang. I darted out of the classroom, as did Danny. Mrs. Bitterworth glared after us. "I'LL GET YOU TWO SOMETIME!"
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It was finally Lunch. Food was always nice. I tapped Danny, who was glaring at Dash, and he turned. I gave him a look, telling him 'I'm starving, get your ass in high gear.' He sighed, grinned at me, and said, "Fine, lets go." We walked to the lunch line, where Tucker was flirting with a girl.
"Awww, c'mon baby turn around for me!" The girl turned, and turned out to be...
A guy, who had on black form-fitting jeans and a black T-shirt that said "I'm not unmotivated, I'm just lazy."**. He had a blue hoodie tied around his waist, and shortish chestnut hair, that was spiked with three spikes in the front, two in the back, rest of his hair under a beanie with a skull on it. He was short though. He glared at Tucker, and asked, "What do you want?" His voice sounded fake, like he wanted his voice to be lower for something. I couldn't imagine what. God knows what goes on in the minds of men. Tucker blushed. "Y-y-y-you're..." The boy smirked. "Yes, I'm a guy. Shocking ain't it? I thought you were gay or something, until I heard 'baby'. Do I look like a chick or somethin'?"
Me, Danny, and Tucker looked at each other.
"Yes." The boy's smile fell off his face. He glared. "Alright, you three. You owe me now. Wanna sit together?" I shrugged. "Sure, if you don't mind sitting with our gay friend." Tucker glared. "It was an accident dammit! I didn't know he was a he! I thought he was a she!" I rolled my eyes. "Sure, whatever man. Would you like some sparkles for your nails?" I snickered as Tucker yelled. "SHUT UP SAM!" We all ordered food and walked to our table. As we sat down, Danny started to sit with Tucker. I grabbed his hand. "Woah man, don't want you getting molested by MJ over there." Danny went along with it. "You're right. You... Aw, jeez, we never got your name." The boy looked at us, and answered the question. "Alex." I looked at him. "Short for Alexander right?" He nodded. "Fine, you sit with Mister Manstarer. Tucker glared at me. "Sam, I'm not gay!" I rolled my eyes. "Riiiiiiiiight."
"I'm not gay!"
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not!"
"Tuck, you're so deep in the closet you're practically in Narnia."
Tucker's mouth dropped open as Alex and Danny laughed. Alex choked out between his laughs, "Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn, you just got BURNED!" Tucker just stared, shocked. I smirked. "What, didn't think the goth could make a comeback?" Tucker was still sitting like that as the laughing stopped. And as the lunch bell rang. We decided to leave him there.
The rest of the day went as planned. We made fun of Lancer behind his back. We came back to make sure Tucker was okay. Everything was cool.
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After school ended, I grabbed Danny's hand. "C'mon, lets go to your house." He shook his head. "Sorry Sam, I got stuff to do." I stared, shocked. We always went to Danny's house after school, always. "Danny-" He brushed my hand off. "Sorry Sam, I'll see you at 5:30 kay?" I tried to grab his hand again, but it was like my hand went through his arm. And of course, running from Dash made you pretty fast. He was gone before I got a second chance. "DAMMIT FENTON!"
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I moped at his house. And moped. And moped. Moping was fun. Eventually, he walked in, and I practically tackled him. "WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU?" Danny blushed. "Out." I glared at him. "Don't give me that Danny I wanted to know where you-" I heard snoring. He'd fallen asleep. In the middle of my lecture. I thought to myself, 'Danny, tommorrow you are sooooooooo dead.' But I still smiled, and moved him into his bed. Then I went home, for some sleep of my own.
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Sometime at 3:00 AM....
"I'M NOT GAY!"
Fallen: So.. Much... Writing...
Sam: Wow, lotsa writing there, specially for a first chapter of a story.
Twilight: Next up is chapter 2, written by me.
Danny: Well not her-her, as that's a made-up character by Fallen, but the REAL Twi.
Fallen: Soooo... yeah.
Sam: Give the review button some love. Press it or die.
*: If you can guess what TV show that woman is from, you get a cookie.
**: My favorite T-Shirt of all time.