Authors Note: Yay! Another Pitch Pearl story! :)

"Just admit it dude, we are like, so totally lost." Fenton groaned as he stood with his arms crossed by the side of the road in the middle of practically no where. "Are you even looking at it right?" He asked as he half glared at his ghost half that was holding the phone with the map app up.

You see, both Fenton and Phantom wanted to go away for a little while during the summer, seeing as they hardly get down time together. It was just suppose to for a week or so, having Sam and or Tucker call them in case a large or difficult ghost were to attack.

That was the only way Phantom would go.

Frowning and turning a glare to his human half, Phantom felt very annoyed that Fenton kept on asking him questions. He knows where they are. Phantom just needs to find it on the map. Sighing loudly Phantom spoke "Yes, I am looking right. This screen is so small I need more time to find our location." He returned his glance back to the screen. Phantom would never admit it, but he really doesn't know where they are.

"So, we are lost."

"We are not lost!" Phantom snapped, only to feel bad about it quickly after seeing the look on Fentons face. "Look, I think if we just go back to the tent we have set up and go back the way we came, we will be fine."

"You mean go home?" Fenton accused, not liking the idea very much. They pretty much just started their adventure together the other day and now Phantom wanted to go back home! This just wasn't fair! Fenton shook his head, "No, we are not going home until we finish our vacation or if Sam and Tucker call for an emergency. You promised man." Phantom did promise no heroics or ghost fighting on their trip unless it was one thousand percent necessary.

"Alright calm down." Phantom held his hands up and gave a small smile in hopes to help Fenton with his mood any. "We don't have to go home but we can't stay here. All I was saying was that maybe at the very least, head back to the tent." Phantom than approached his human counterpart and took his hands in his.

A gust of wind came and blew Fentons red plaid hat off of his head and onto the ground. Fenton cursed under breath before he pulled his hands from Phantoms to go retrieve his hat. As he bent over to pick up his hat, Phantom watched him from afar and bit his lip. Of if only something more exciting would happen when we got back to the motel. Phantom thought as he admired the other ass. Control yourself Phantom, you are a superhero not someone who defiles their other half. "Okay let's go." Fenton stated as he placed his hat back on his head, using one hand to keep it in place.

In a way Phantom was hoping for something to come up either back at home or to attack them. Not because he doesn't want to spend time with Fenton, he's been so busy lately that he has hardly seen his human half. He just wants something to take his mind of of his emotions.

How can Phantom not like Fenton? He is clumsy in a cute way, he is calm, cool and collected and very attractive. He's not just saying that because he is his other half, he means it. They decided a long time ago to stay two separate people in order to keep up with life and ghost fighting. Over the course of time Phantom starting to notice small things about the others personality that he found that he liked.

Phantom, of course will never do anything about his feelings. If Fenton is only meant to be his counterpart, other half, and best friend then so be it.

Fenton was also lost in his own musings as he was walking with Phantom, hoping like mad that that the ghost didn't notice his flushed cheeks when he took his hands. He thought that maybe getting some alone time with his ghostly heroic counterpart would help speed things along but either Phantom isn't picking up on his signs or just flat out isn't interested. The thought made Fentons heart clench slightly in his chest.

A small smile pulled at his lips when he remembered how he offered this crazy idea to Phantom in the first place.

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With a deep breath, Fenton entered his bedroom and flopped down on the bed. It was the last day of school and Dash seemed to be out for blood. So of course he pretty much chased Fenton all the way home. Black hair sleek with sweat and sticking to his forehead, cheeks flushed and panting for air, Fenton didn't see the battered Phantom that came in through the window.

It wasn't until Fenton sat up did he see the other. "Gees, who hit you around?" He asked slightly pissed off that someone beat the crap out of his other half.

"Skulker of course. It's not as bad as it looks." Phantom answered as he ran a glove through his own hair. "What about you?"

"Dash." Fenton said, his breathing easier. "Phantom."

"Yes?"

"We need to get away and have some fun together."

Fenton wasn't sure but it looked like Phantom choked on his spit. "What?"

Sighing, Fenton explained "I mean to get away. It's summer and we haven't seen much of each other lately. Maybe get away for at least a week or two?"

"Where would we go, what would we do?" Phantom protested. "Not to mention there are ghosts to still fight."

Thinking about it, Fenton got an idea (A rare occurrence) "What if we talk to Sam and Tucker. Get them to call us if something big and important were to happen."

Phantom was actually thinking about it. It could work. Sam and Tucker knew how to handle most of the ghosts that weren't so threatening. There is no promise of anything bad happening yet, so maybe now is the best time to take a break.

Fenton looked at Phantom with big blue eyes, hoping that it would help his case any. Which it did. With a loud sigh, Phantom gave in. "Fine, give them a call."

Fenton gave a loud whoop of glee before he went over and gave Phantom a big hug that, if he were human might have cut off his air way. "Thank you! You're the best man, I'll go call them now." Fenton raced out of the room, his tiredness forgotten and a smile a mile long on his face.

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Of course, when Fenton planed going away with Phantom he never planned on getting lost. "Almost there, I can feel it." Phantom said as they walked, the sun setting in the distance.

"Can't we just fly? It's getting dark."

Phantom shook his head. "I would but it's too windy."

Fenton groaned, of all days for it to be windy. It was getting dark, colder, and Fenton was getting very tired from the whole day trip from where they left outside of Amity. Exploring the great outdoors with Phantom took a lot out of him.

Thinking of the tent and the air mattress, warm fire that could be made got Fenton to keep moving forward. The only thing that would make this worse would be if it-

The sky opened up and started to down pour on the pair of them. "It's raining." Fenton stated, a frown on his face as he felt his clothes get soaked and cling to his body. Hr felt Phantom put his arm around his shoulders and bring him closer to the other.

"Hey, it's only a little rain. Could be worse." Phantom said trying to see the bright side of things.

"You couldn't be more wrong, punk." Both Fenton and Phantoms eyes went to the size of dinner plates at the sound of that very familiar voice. They know that southern drawl anywhere.

"Walker!"