Janice: Wheee! I'm back and with a new idea. I plan to finish my previous ideas sometime soon… I hope. Anyway, another Danny and Sam have never met before in their lives. How Danny got his powers… well, I'll explain that later on. Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom, if I did, there'd be a fourth season right now. Summary: X-Communication is a local band touring small cities. Their lead singer soon finds herself haunted by a few unwanted ghosts. The Pure By 1PaperFantoRuleThemAll Chapter 1 Ghost Talk
"So…where's this place we're going?" Colton Justice asked for the umpteenth time. He was a short, plump man about nineteen with dreamy hair the color of ripe lemons and eyes the strangest color of pine needles.
"Amity Park," Tucker Foley answered, cleaning his glasses. "It's a minor city, apparently. Good population; good looking ladies, I might add."
"Don't forget there are ghosts." Elwood Little joked, straightening his tie. It was obvious he had done some research on Amity Park.
"Ri-i-i-i-ight, ghosts." came from the shortest member, Samantha Manson. "You actually believe in the 'afterlife,' Elwood?"
"We all go somewhere after we die. In Bitchy McBitch Pants case, she'll probably end up being the Supreme Ruler of Hell."
"And when I'm Supreme Ruler of Hell," Ophelia "Bitchy McBitch Pants" Valencia said crossing her arms, "I'll make sure they send you my way."
"You guys are hysterical." Robby "Robin the Rich to Feed the Poor" Arron Vaughan said, rolling his blue eyes. Ophelia smiled, wrapping her long arms about her short, blue-eyed cousin.
"And you just love us, don't you?" she asked, teasingly.
"I love you guys so much, my heart might explode."
Samantha, or Sam as she was best known, smiled at her friends' fun. They all got along so well. She liked how they blended musically, mentally, and physically.
They were all so different in their own way. Colton was more innocent than anything. A little slow in the head, sure, but an all out nice guy. He was pretty good at video games, too. Elwood couldn't be described in words. Well, he could be, but there'd be so many ways to describe him, it'd be impossible. Ophelia was the bitch of the group… but she also acted as "mother." Robby was the nice guy. Naïve, yes, but always there for you. And then there was Tucker, their manager. He was flirtatious and funny. And he was her best friend.
Filiberto Hooper and Raymond Glass, two other band member, had taken the vehicle with all the instruments. Sam felt sorry for Raymond, he was stuck with chatterbox Fili.
She chuckled at this.
"What's so funny?" Ophelia asked.
"I'm thinking about how Fili is torturing our Little Ray of Sunshine." Sam answered, giggling.
"I feel sorry for his fiancée. That bitch had better be able to put up with his bottomless pit of a stomach." Elwood said, receiving a good smack from Ophelia (who just so happened to be the unlucky fiancée of Filiberto). "Ow! Bitch. Ow! Mother— "
"Shut up, Elwood, before you get smacked to death and we have to find another guitarist." Sam wisely advised.
He quieted down, pouting, every now and then getting poked by Colton, who was making sure he was okay.
The van had grown increasingly quiet and only two hushed conversations could be heard, leaving time for Samantha's mind to wander against her will. She thought about her family and all of the issues she had with them as a younger teenager. She missed the… a lot, but she'd never admit that to them. She remembered the day she had joined the band. And now, here she was, heading to Amity Park. Amity Park, the supposedly haunted city.
Ghost, she though, they don't exist... do they?
Janice: And here's the first installment! On the short side, but I know you guys are forgiving. The next chapter will be longer… and they will be in Amity Park.