Author's Note: I'm so sorry for being dead for such a long time! I really should have updated... But I blame school. I had like ten billion projects due and a lot of homework. Then there's basketball which takes a lot of my time. I got to updating because of the long weekend. I finished typing it up this morning, then decided to edit it this evening and now I am getting it ready to upload. So yay for my productiveness. I hope you enjoy this chapter. It was more of a chapter to get things moving along. The next chapter would probably be more of the training, and parts of the school day. I don't know. Anyways, enjoy!

NOBODY'S POV

Danny flew at the head, CeCe followed behind; she obviously was not as fast as Danny yet, Sam and Tucker were in tow, running their hearts out to keep up. Sam was slowly inching ahead of Tucker, even in heavy combat boots. All of Tucker's technology was weighing him down, not to mention the fact he was not the most fit character either. Thankfully, the streets were deserted, making this trip a lot easier. CeCe stumbled a bit, every now and then, but was able to keep her speed up.

"Careful." Danny warned.

"Yeah I know, it's just I never really have flown at this pace before for this long. It's still very new to me." CeCe spoke back.

"Don't worry I totally know where you are coming from."

"Oh... M-my... God, Danny, CeCe, if you two are done having a moment-" Sam started.

"Do you know who we are running after yet?" Tucker continued.

"Like seriously, it's not like we're half ghost and can 'Go Ghost' like you two and fly at very fast mileage." Sam tried to smile showing some of her joke.

CeCe was the first to crack. Her face slowly lost all intensity and morphed into a large grin, with laughter. Eventually, Danny joined in with Cecelia, then Tucker, who was now way farther behind Sam.

A smile crept onto Sam's face. "You guys, it wasn't even funny!"

That's when they all lost it. CeCe was slowly lowering to the ground, all the laughter was tiring her out. Danny could hold his ground... Er air, since he was the more developed halfa.

"Aren't we chasing a ghost?" Tucker questioned.

"Yes, we are Tuck!" Danny said cutting off his laughing and got a stern look back on his face.

"I'm sorry, I get distracted easily." CeCe blushed, now standing on the ground.

The four continued to search for the spectral intruder, at a walking pace though, just for Tucker. A few minutes passed before they all heard a very familiar battle cry.

"BEWARE! FOR I AM THE BOX GHOST!"

Danny and CeCe stopped their flight, Tucker and Sam halted to a stop. CeCe crinkled her eyebrows together, and smiled.

"Should we even bother?" She said biting her lip, and holding her hips, mid-air.

"I honestly don't know..." Danny wondered off; bringing his hand to his chin, as if he was thinking. "We obviously can't have him wondering around freely causing havoc with boxes, terrorizing the innocent people of Amity Park." Danny smiled catching on to Cecelia's little role play.

Sam and Tucker soon joined in.

"Though it very well depends on the boxes he chooses to use!" Sam shrugged her shoulders and raised her hands.

"Will they be cube like? Or even very formal, like a star!" Tucker chimed.

The four laughed.

"I AM VERY FRIGHTENING!" The Box Ghost stated. "AND WILL DEFEAT YOU WITH MY BOXY COMPANIONS!"

CeCe was about to speak when she was interrupted by the little chubby, overalled ghost.

"AND WHO MIGHT THIS OTHER GHOST CHILD BE!" He said rising his head and pointing towards CeCe, who was obviously in her ghost form, Nightshade.

CeCe's eyes grew wide. "I am Nightshade." She successfully pulled herself together.

"Smooth." Danny whispered to her.

CeCe blushed. "Should we... Wait, what do you use to store away the captured ghosts?" She asked her face returning back to its pale colour.

"YOU WILL NOT TRAP ME IN YOUR CURSED CYLINDER OF DOOM!"

"Okay, I don't care how you capture him. He is giving me a migraine." CeCe said rubbing her temple.

Cecelia turned her head towards Danny, who was now reaching into his belt. He pulled out a metal cylinder, a thermos. The Box Ghost gasped and screamed as Danny uncapped the thermos. A large white light emerged from the container, sucking in Ol'Boxy. After returning the device to his belt he wiped his hands, in a job-well-done kind of way.

"That now, is what I call the Fenton Thermos." Danny said holding his hips.

"You only call it that because that its actual name, dude." Tucker yelled.

"Real originality..." Was mumbled through the lips of Sam.

Danny flew down to the sides of Sam and Tucker, CeCe followed his lead. The two halfas changed back to their human forms simultaneously. CeCe was breathing heavily; she was beyond tired.

CeCe nearly collapsed, nearly being Sam supporting her before she fell. CeCe closed her eyes trying to refocus.

"CeCe, you 'kay?" Sam said holding her shoulder and bending down, attempting to look her in the eyes. She showed pure concern.

"I-I'm fine." Came a moan from CeCe's mouth; she grasped around her stomach, trying to help herself.

"CeCe, you look awful." Observed by Tucker.

"Well, no duh, Tucker!" Sam said, now kneeling.

"You guys, I think it might just be the fact, CeCe probably never gone this fast before." Danny said matter-of-factually.

CeCe coughed. "I-I think Danny's r-right. It t-t-takes up a lot of m-my energy." Her teeth started chattering.

"I don't think she staying out here either helps." Tucker tried to help again.

"Am I allowed to hit the boy?" Sam asked.

A raspy laugh came out of CeCe, Danny just smiled.

"C'mon we should get her home. We can answer more questions tomorrow and get on with the training another time." Danny said grabbing CeCe's other shoulder, leaving Tucker to only follow behind and hope for something he could do.

SAM'S POV

We headed in the direction of CeCe and my house. After about ten minutes, CeCe had regained enough of her energy she could walk on her own. I requested to Danny and Tucker they should head home, since they live in the completely opposite direction. The two tried to fight back, but I gave them my intense death glare. After that, they happily agreed to walk home. We said out good-byes until tomorrow. The two boys walked off to their destinations.

CeCe and I continued off to our houses, they were only like four house differences, so that helped.

We silently strode down the street; the sun was now hidden behind the horizon, so it was dark. The street lights began flickering to life, one by one down the avenue. A couple moths attracted to the light came. I bit my lip, before I broke the quiet habitat.

"So... CeCe," I made eye contact. "How do you like Amity Park so far?"

"Kinda a default question, huh?" She laughed. "Well, Amity Park is defiantly a piece of work."

I laughed, and it wasn't forced.

"It's very..." She probably paused to figure out the right words. "... Very unique, now isn't it?"

"Hah now that's an understatement. Amity is more like a very seriously messed up place, nother reason why I love it so much."

We both laughed that time. And then CeCe smiled, which soon turned to a concerned one.

"Hey Sam..."

"Yeah?"

She sighed then hesitated briefly before she spoke. "What do you honestly think about me?"

"Honestly?" I questioned.

"Yes." She replied.

"Well, you're not going to like it..." I started trailing off for effect.

"Oh..."

"You're an amazing person, you're so easy to be around, talk to, though you could be an ultro-recyclo-vegetarian." I playfully punched her arm.

She crinkled her eyebrows. "But you just said... Oh! Sarcasm!" She broke into a thankful grin. "You honestly think that?"

"The face will tell all." I smiled.

"Thanks Sam, that means so much to me. Considering the fact that you guys probably don't let many people into your circle of friends, I'm grateful."

"Hah now the downside is I gotta deal with three people now."

We both burst out laughing as we approached my house. I turned my head to enter through my gate, where I happily saw my mother.

"Sammykinz!" She screamed way too enthusiastically.

"Ugh... Why now?"

"Where were you! I was starting to get worried; I was going to send out a search party."

"MUM! It isn't even curfew yet!"

"Well, you were minutes away!"

"Minutes are like you thinking I'm out cold somewhere!"

"But Sammykinz!" That was when I think she noticed CeCe. How? You may ask she stopped cold in her tracks, mouth hanging out there.

After the sudden silence, my mother decided to speak. "Who's your friend?"

"CeCe." I said.

"Um... Hi Miss Manson, I'm Cecelia Next. I prefer to be called CeCe though. I just moved to Amity Park, I live down the street. I go to Casper with Sam."

My mother looked CeCe up and down, her eyes full of disgust. "Oh."

"Oh my god..." I turned to CeCe. "I'm so sorry CeCe; my mom can be really judgmental sometimes." I said casually and loud enough for my mom to hear.

"It's okay Sam, it isn't your fault."

She didn't catch on to my little rise in voice, but it's fine.

"Samantha, please come in." That stern parental tone.

"Yes..." I groaned. "She you at school tomorrow CeCe."

"Yup, right back at 'cha."

With that, I opened my gate and walked up the path to my house, CeCe gracefully walked up the street, glancing back at me, with a face full of concern. I shot back a 'don't worry about it' smile.

My combat boots clanked with every step I took. I eventually reached my door step where my mother was. She motioned me inside, I walked in. She followed directly after I went in.

"Samantha," She stared to say before I interrupted.

"Before you say anything, CeCe is beyond nice. She is one of my friends and you cannot, I repeat CANNOT change my choice of friends, like you couldn't change my friends, Danny and Tucker." I shot at her.

"Samantha! Do not talk to me with that tone! I eventually gave in yes to your friends Daniel Fenton and Tucker Foley. But I do not approve of this choice. Is she Goth?"

"Well, you hypocrite tell me not to use that tone? Look what you're doing! And it's Punk, not Goth."

"Punk, Goth, there is no difference!"

"There is! We've had this conversation about my friend choice before. We both know how this ends!" I thrusted my fists down to my sides, I hated when my mother tried to change me.

"But,"

"NO! IT IS A PERSONAL STYLE CHOICE!" I took a brake to breath. "We have had this conversation as well. We also know how this ends."

"Sammykinz..."

"Don't 'Sammykinz' me." I glared at my mom and left. I left abruptly upstairs to my room, leaving my mother in my dust.

"She's wearing leather!" Was the last thing I could hear her scream.

CECELIA'S POV

I opened my front door, the same thing I see every time I do so. My parents out because of work, I barely ever see them anymore. A part of why I actually am Punk. Dakota walked out of his lab.

"Where were you?" He asked, at least something good came out of this, he is talking to me.

I walked a bit closer to him. I sighed. "It happened again." I hesitated to say more. "With Sam's mum, you could see it in her eyes. Sam obviously dislikes that flaw of her mother, knowing she's Goth, but how she reflects it on her choice of friends."

"How did you come up with this as a conclusion?" Dakota asked.

"…. The enhanced hearing because of my ghost half."

"So pretty much you ease-dropped on Sam and her mother's conversation?" A smiled emerged on his face.

"No! It is not ease-dropping…. I kinda just listened without them knowing?"

"So you were ease-dropping?"

"No! It wasn't!" My face turning a bright shade of red because of the embarrassment, I blame me being one minded.

Dakota laughed at my childish ways.

"I'm sorry! I wanted to know what her mother really thought. Not just from her facial expressions."

"Yeah sure. Anyways, dinner is in the kitchen if you're hungry."

"Thanks Dakota."

"Yeah sure. Just don't lock me outside again of else I will get that spider."

A chill ran up my spine when he said that. He also started making weird spider hand motions which didn't help either. "Dakota!" I screamed as I grabbed my head and hair. Those things scared me half dead, no pun intended.

"I'll be downstairs if you need me."

"Yeah whatever!" I yelled. Hopefully Danny and Tucker's nights have gone better than mine and Sam's.

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