Chapter 3

Calls

This was bad... This was very bad.

The page was gone.

The Ghost Writer was near panic. This story was potentially his greatest work yet and he was missing a page! Were it the first page he could haev rewritten it. But it was the middle of an entire descriptive section of the story. He couldn't reporduce that if he tried!

He looked around him quickly for any sigh of a crumpled up paper but saw nothing. Then the realization hit him.

He had run into JAZZ. She must have accidentally taken it with her or picked it up. His next hope was finding her and hoping she had it. And she was no where to be seen.

But where would he even start to look? Did she still live with her family?

Eric groaned as he trudged through the snow away from the Starbucks. He walked a safe distance away before pushing off the ground and taking flight.

Inside her car, Jazz was stopped at a red light. Her phone rang so she reached into her purse to grab it. Flipping it open, she answered it with a polite, "Hello."

"Hey, Jazz!" Star's voice rang out through the line.

"Hey, Star. How's i going?" Jazz replied with a smile.

The blonde on the other end of the line giggled, "Same old, Same old. I heard you were back in town so I thought I would give you a call. How are things?"

Jazz shrugged even though she knew the other girl couldn't see it, "Same as ever, I guess. How about you? You still hang out with Paulina?"

Star was silent for a moment, "Actually, Paulina ditched me before she left for New York with Dash. Apparently when Danny Phantom turned her down she settled for him."

Jazz held in a laugh at the irony, "Well, I'm sorry to hear that."

The light turned green and Jazz started down the road again, being careful as she talked on the phone and drove at the same time.

"But you're never going to guess what happened!" Star exclaimed excitedly, "I got the part of Juliet in the city's production of Romeo and Juliet!"

Jazz grinned at the good news, "Wow! Congradulations! I didn't know the city was putting on a play. Who put that together?"

"The new mayor apporved it as a way to bring new life to the town and raise money for building projects." Star said blandly, "She partnered with Mr. Lancer to produce it."

Jazz giggled slightly, "Well, at least they'll know what they're doing. Who's the new mayor?"

Tucker was elected mayor by the city but the age laws prevented him from actually becoming the mayor. Beside the fact that he wasn't qualified to hold a political office like that. It took a year or more just to get through all the red tape and paperwork. Needless to say, Tucker just gave up and decided it wasn't worth the trouble.

"You don't know?" Star asked with a confused tone, "It's your mom!"

Jazz almost swerved off the road.

"WHAT?" Jazz asked loudly.

How could her mom possibly forget to tell her THAT? Jazz hadn't been back in town for long but that was a pretty important thing to know.

"Yeah! She got elected not that long ago." Star said with a shrug in her voice, "I'm sure she was planning to tell you eventually."

Jazz snorted, "I'm sure. She was probably waiting until the Christmas party."

"So, how's your personal life going?" Star asked suddenly, "Do you have a special some one yet?"

Jazz frowned with half lidded eyes, "No... I'm single."

"Aaw that's too bad..."Star mumbled, "Well, I'm sure you'll find some one for you eventually."

Jazz rolled her eyes toward the sky as she drove, "So I've been told."

"Well, have you met anyone?" Star pushed on, "Do you at least have a crush?"

Jazz thought back to the encounter at Starbucks and pressed her lips into a thin line. Would that count as a crush? What were the odds she'd ever see him again?

"I'm not sure..." Jazz answered after a moment. she then added, "What do you say we meet up tomarrow and I can help you learn your lines? You know how much of a bookwork I am."

"You'd do that? That would be great!" Star chimed happily, "We can meet in the library tomarrow."

"Great." Jazz said with a smile.

Herr phone suddenly beeped, alerting her to a waiting call. Danny was attempting to reach her from his cell phone.

"I gotta go, Star. Some one's on the other line," She said quickly before hanging pup the line and answering, "Hey, Danny, what's up?"

"I was hoping I could come over later and get some help on my math homework. Mom and Dad don't have a clue." Danny requested in a glum tone.

Jazz rolled her eyes, "Failing again, Danny?"

"..."

Jazz chuckled quietly, "Okay, I'll come by to pick you up."

"Thanks. See you in a few then." Danny said gratefuly.

"Bye bye," Jazz clapped her phone shut and dropped in back in her purse.

She took the wheel back in both hands as she turned a street corner to head to her old house. It came quickly into veiw, the welcome signs for Santa illuminating the block. A snowman stood outside wearing a black top hat and a face made of charcoal. A scarf was thrown lazily around it's neck and a pipe stuck in it's face around the mouth.

Jazz parked her car in front of the house and got out carefully. Her feet slipped slightly on the icy road but she caught herself on the car door. She walked around the vehichle and up to the front door of the house to ring the bell. Almost immediately Danny answered it.

"Hey!" He said with a grin.

"You got your books?" Jazz asked with a matching smile.

"Yup." He picked up a backpack weighted down with school supplies and tossed it over his shoulder, "Ready when you are."

The Ghost Writer had found the Fenton house and was actually surprised to see the young Fenton boy sitting behind a piano, singing christmas carols with his mother and... apparently his clone. It was such a dramatic change from the Danny Ghost Writer had seen years ago but not unrewarding. Eric got the satisfaction of knowing that this was his doing.

He flew invisibly through the house, steering clear of the halfa to avoid setting off his ghost sense. Though with another half ghost sitting right next to him, Danny would probaly pass it off as her.

Eric searched the house for any sign of Jazz but found nothing. The room that used to be hers now belong to the younger girl. Danielle, apperently, from what the sign on her door said. There was a guest bedroom but no sign that it had been used. Jazz must have moved out.

The Ghost Writer groaned in aggitation and pulled at his messy hair. If she wasn't here where was she? The next best thing would be to find the family's adress book and look her up in that. But that would run the risk of being found.

He ran his hands down his face slowly. Eric's head snapped up when he heard Mrs. Fenton talking.

"Danny, I was thinking, since your grades are slipping maybe you can call your sister and get some help." She suggested, "Maybe you can get all that extra work Mr. Lancer gave you done before Christmas break."

Eric remained invisible as he phased through the floor to hoved downstairs over the human's heads.

Danny whined, "But Jazz is so pushy!"

"Do you want to pass?"

"...Yes..."

"Then make the call."

Ghost Writer grinned mischieviously as Danny got up and pulled his cell phone from his pocked. He pressed a number on the key pad to speed dial his sister and placed the device to his ear. The call was made and Jazz came on her way to Fenton Works.

All that was left now was to wait. Eric reclined in midair, watching danny be taught how to play O Holy Night on the piano. His fumbles were excedingly funny but the novelist had to keep his laughing to a minimum to keep from being detected. He was already practically laying on the ceiling to keep out of the boy's range.

About five minutes after the call was ended Jazz's car pulled up outside. Ghostwriter was genuinely happy to see her. He prayed that she had his missing page. Getting it back without her noticing if she did was the hard part.

Danny got up and answered the door with a smile. They greeted eachother accordingly and Jazz asked if Danny had his things together. Danny told her yes and grabbed the backpack that had been sitting by the door. The Ghost Writer flew after them and phased through the wall to follow.

Jazz had her car parked out on the street. Danny opened the passenger side door and got in, throwing his bag in the back carelessly. The writer frowned at the neglect he showed the books inside.

Turning intangible, Eric phased through the trunk of the car and stored himself there. Being a ghost he didnt have to breath so the lack of air was not a hinderance to him. He curled upand waited for them to reach their destination.

He looked around him in the dark space, his eyes lighting it up slightly. There were a few items there and out of sheer boredom he looked through them. There were old school books for classes like psycology and physics. He decided to flip through the book on english literature for a moment but since the light wasn't favorable for reading he pushed it away.

He permitted himself a grunt as the car bumped on the road but kept the noise to a minimum. He laid in something resembling he fetal position the entire drive until they finally stopped. Turning invisible again, he stuck his head through the back of the rear seats to look around.

Jazz and Danny were unbuckling and getting out of the car. Eric followed behind them after a moment,staying a few paces behind. He even avoided them by going through the wall instead of following them through the door. He watched from the corner as the two went into the small kitchen and set up Danny's books on the small wooden table.

Knowing this could probably take a while, Eric flew away to find something to occupy his time. If Jazz had the page she would have it on her some where. Not enough time had passed for her to have gone home and left it in her house. So there was no point in searching it. Instead he found a closet and sat in the darkness there.

He allowed his eyes to drift shut for a moment as he waited. After fifteen minutes he fell into a light sleep. A part of his mind knew that sleeping with his enemy just down the hall was a bad idea but his mind was tired from his new obligation and his writing.

A little nap never hurt anyone.

I couldn't think of a better chapter name for this one :P And I'm not sure if Star and Jazz were ever really friends but since Jazz was shown to be kind of popular I assume they at least spoke. I think Star and Jazz were basically on the same level. Not quite at Paulina's level but definately cooler than Danny and his friends.

And The Ghost Writer is not above stalking xD