A/N: Hey everyone! This may be the final chapter, or not...depends how it turns out. I'm expecting possibly one final -wrap-it-up- chapter, ya know? Soooo, I added MORE twists into this one...I am not giving any away this time, though...sorry, you'll just have to read!
Disclaimer: Still, I do NOT own Danny Phantom!
Dedication: K-RUPTLUVRANGEL!!!! I hope you're enjoying this story..tell me what you really think, please!
Enjoy(:
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Sam was on her bed, cell phone splayed next to her, still doing homework. The parents weren't home, not that she cared, and her homework was pretty much the only thing keeping her occupied.
English, English, and more English! Ugh! She thought, pressing her black pencil to the paper one more time, then exclaiming in a monotone: "Finished!"
Suddenly, her cell phone vibrated, an obnoxious noise she rarely heard. Her parents had simply given it to her for emergencies, and her mom thought she had preps that she texted...su-ure.
1 New Text Message
Truthfully, she didn't feel like checking it, but she did anyway...
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Danny was eating at the table with his sister, mom, and dad. It was finally a normal night, no ghosts involved. Except, of course, that nebby Box Ghost that tended to hang around sometimes. But even he was wasn't here. Sigh. Finally a normal night.
"Anything new at school, kids?" Maddie asked, making conversation.
"Eh. Not really. Same old Lancer, same old homework," Danny replied, staring down glumly at his peas.
"Actually, yes. I finally got a kid named Ryan have his breakthrough!" Jazz said, clearly very proud of this statement. Jack didn't know what to say, and Maddie smiled.
"Great job, Jazz! Us Fentons are helping people left and right!" she said.
"Onto normal conversations?" Danny asked.
"Ghosts?" Jack said, turning around and knocking his plate to the floor. Maddie sighed.
"No, Jack. Normal conversations, meaning our days," she explained. Each of them was wrong, but Danny let them go on anyway.
"We caught a ghost today that called itself The Box Ghost!" Jack said, smiling with glee.
Heh, I wonder why it was so easy to catch him, Danny thought sarcastically.
"Zone out there much, Danny?" Jazz said, tapping his shoulder.
"Oh, uh. May I be done? I'm full."
Maddie nodded.
"Is everything okay?" she asked. Placing his plate in the sink, he turned to face the sitting family. This looked normal, without the half ghost boy sitting down with them, although the conversation still remained at ghost hunting.
"Yeah...just a lot of homework. You know, the same old stuff," Danny replied, walking back upstairs.
Shutting the door tightly behind him, Danny sighed.
One, he was full and didn't want to eat with the chaos that was going on during their conversation.
Two, he knew that if they 'caught' the Box Ghost, he'd most likely be in his room....
He was right.
Grabbing the Thermos quickly, Danny sucked up The Box Ghost without having to transform, or go-ghost.
He sat down at his desk, and out of boredom, started clicking around on his cell phone.
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Sam lay in her bed, listening to the crickets chirp loudly outside her window. They were so annoying! Sam had no idea how some people could fall asleep to those things.
She picked up her cell phone again, seeing if her 'texter' had sent anything yet.
Then, suddenly, a creak came from her door, and her mother walked in. Sam shoved the cell phone under her pillow just in time. But, to her luck, it vibrated just then.
Her mother stopped abruptly, halfway to her bed.
"Sam! Was that you?" she said, hand clasped to her nose and mouth. Sam cast her a disbelieving, and confused look. Then, it sank in. The only thing besides mud preps hated.
"If you're suggesting I have gas, then no. I'm trying to set my alarm on vibrate," she explained, the lie not even tingling on her tongue. Some people fell for anything.
"Why? Is something wrong at school, dearie?" her mom said, lowering her hand and continuing to walk to her bed. She sat down and patted Sam's leg.
"No, mom. Ever heard of experimenting?" But her mom even took that the wrong way.
"With what?"
"My alarm clock! Ugh," Sam uttered the last groan below her breath. Her stupid mom didn't even pause to ask 'Alarms can do that?' What a blonde!
"Oh, alright honey. You don't need your alarm to see that it's ten o'clock-"
"Uh, yeah actually, I do," Sam cut her off, then laughed. The fake laugh reserved for her mother.
"-and you need to get to sleep," she finished. Sam nodded her head, and gave her mom a painful kiss on the cheek.
"Night Sammy!" Sam scowled murderously, and put on a fake and preppy smile.
"Night, Mommy!" she called back. The light shut off, and the door shut. Finally, peace in the darkness. Her home at home.
Sam considered herself the 'textee' or the one who was receiving the texts. Weird, but really, her and the texter really weren't talking about anything but school...homework. All lame. She shut her phone off, discouraged from waiting for another text.
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Sam: Textee
Danny: Texter
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"So you're telling me the only 'lame thing' you did last night was text?" Tucker said, quoting Danny. Danny slowly nodded his head, not understanding the techno geek for once.
"You call that lame?" Tucker retorted, clearly offended. Danny laughed and shook his head, letting it go.
They were waiting at their lockers for the bell to ring. Both had arrived early, and figured no point in waiting in Lancer's class, just to be tortured for a full five more minutes than needed.
Sam wasn't here yet. Danny had especially taken note of that, wanting to bring up the 'lost text' with her. She hadn't texted him back...Not that he cared. Personally, Danny hated everything about texting. It was childish, unless you had something to talk about. When you're bored, and are endlessly rambling on about homework, well, that was not his idea of texting.
"Hey guys!" said a certain Goth Girl.
"Sam! Whattup?" Tucker said, surprised in seeing her next to their lockers, already set with her books.
"Heh! Don't ever say that to me again," she ordered. Tucker lowered his head, muffled a laugh, and rubbed the spot Sam just hit him.
"How's it going?" Danny said, smiling. Sam looked up and stared into his blue eyes...
"Texting? You've got to be kidding me, Danny. I'm not Paulina,"
she said. He...he...he was expecting something else.
Sam fixed
her expression, which she knew was mean, and smiled warmly. Or her
attempt at warmly.
"Danny, really. I'm not a texter, if you will."
"Neither am I," he admitted. Tucker was tuned out, staring blankly at Paulina, who was holding Dash's hand and smiling into his jock eyes.
"Then why'd you keep it up?" she asked, amusing herself. This was the most fun she'd had in a while playing with Danny.
"Well, truthfully, I don't know. Boredom...family...boredom?" he said, shrugging guiltily.
"Wow. There's nothing to be guilty for, Danny. Just saying: I am not your ideal 'textee' or 'texter'," Sam said, referring to the terms a bored Danny had made up.
"You really hate it that much?" he asked.
"Nah, just when we talk about homework." Sam only, in her mind, liked texting when it was about something important...like-No. She wouldn't go on. She learned to live in a colorless world a long time ago.
Danny thought about her expression coming up to him. A smile then a frown. Weird...Maybe-No. He learned to get over a small 'crush', and live in black in white for a while. Maybe, until he got some guts. Then, maybe Sam'd accept him. He'd be more...manly? No. Sam fought ghosts with him. There wasn't anything more manly than not showing your fear when fighting Skulker.
"Woah," Tucker said.
"What?" Sam said lifelessly.
"Ah, I just zoned out on the new, well now old, couple."
"Dash and Paulina?" Danny asked, not caring anymore.
"Ha. Yeah..."
Then, splitting all of the thoughts, which roamed from Dash and Paulina, to love, and to annoying mothers, the bell pierced the halls, and all children disappeared into classrooms.
