Sorry I haven't been updating. I've been busy with school, 7th grade and all. I hope to update on most Saturdays, but I won't have a computer next week, so bare with me. Hopefully I can get next chapter typed up on Tuesday or Wednesday cause I'll have to be typing anyway. well since I've forgotten to do this:

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom (Though I wish I do) I only own this specific storyline and the Morris's

Chapter 3:

Brett's PoV

~later that day`

'Maybe he wasn't just telling a story. Maybe he was telling the truth. And maybe he's a dirty rotten liar.' I thought to myself walking home, hoping I wouldn't run into them. Fortunately, I made it home. Unfortunately, my parents beat me there.

"Brett, have a nice, quiet day at school?" My mother asked.

"Um well…" I stuttered, "Well there were only two ghosts – technically one since Phantom wasn't trying to kill us all."

"Wait Phantom was at your school?" My dad, being the person he is, butted in and tried to interview me. "What did he look like? How tall was he? What was he wearing? What did he do?"

"Whoa Dad," I said, "Slow down. He was about my height, 5'9, 5'10, he had bright white hair and glowing green eyes. He was wearing a hazmat suit that was black with silver gloves, boots, a silver belt, and silver collar. (I've always thought it was silver, not white on his suit) It covered all his body, but his head and had a strange white emblem on it that looked like a 'P' inside a 'D'. And like I said, he was trying to help the school, not destroy it."

My dad ran his fingers through his hair, obviously deep in thought. He was pacing now, and I wondered when I could go upstairs to do my homework. He finally said, "Well that's exactly how the pictures looked, so obviously you're not lying…"

"Why would I be lying!?" I exploded. "What do you think; I'm hiding something from you? How about I prove my 'loyalty' to you and snap a picture tomorrow at school?"

My dad stopped pacing and stared at me, "Wait, you'll do that?"

"Of course." I answered slowly, "But what could you do for me?"

"What do you want?" We had a stare down until I came up with an idea.

"Well first, I want you to give me a good camera. Not some crappy, cheap disposable one. Second, I need a new laptop, to do my homework, almost all of my teachers have me type. On my old one, it'll crash every 5 minutes, so I'll never get anything done. Deal?"

My dad sighed. "Deal." We shook on it.

"So where's the camera?" I asked carefully.

"It's over here." I followed as we walked over to the dining room. He picked up a large case and handed it to me. "Here it is, fully charged."

"Thanks."

~the next day~

Sure, I got some strange looks from carrying around a camera bag, but no one really questioned why, except Danny, Sam, and Tucker.

"Whatcha got there Brett?" Sam asked slowly.

"A camera." I told her. "My parents are trying to get me to take pictures of interesting things that happen at school, you know, them being reporters and all. I'll probably take pictures of the lunch, it's probably poisoned."

I got a few grins from that, then a slight glare from Danny. "Ok, sure that's funny. How about you tell us why they wanted you taking a camera to school."

He'd caught my lie. 'Should I play it cool or tell them the truth?' "Well they'd wanted me to take pictures of ghosts, cause we saw a few yesterday."

"Any in particular?" He glared again, confusing me even more.

"Um. I dunno. Maybe… Danny Phantom?"

They all glared at me 'WTF. What's their problem?'

I also heard Sam and Danny whispering. "Should we tell him."

"No he could blow my secret."

"Good point, his parents are reporters."

"But I feel bad keeping this from him."

"Keeping what from me?" I asked, interrupting them. "I promise I won't tell my parents, they're kind of stalkerish, and I want my own life."

"What would you tell them if they were to ask?"

"Sam!" Danny shouted. He whispered something into her ear, and Tucker's. They both nodded slowly and backed off.

"Listen Brett." Danny said getting close. "You don't need to tell anyone about this past conversation deal?"

I nodded. "Deal. But what were you talking about anyway?"

But they were already walking away.

Ok what'd you think? Please R&R! (Hopefully this story will be updated by Thursday. Otherwise you will be waiting until... well a while.)