Hi, sorry It been taking so long.

I swear to god i have rewritten this chapter 27 times, and I still can't get it right, so I'm just going to type it out and see how it goes...

Hope you enjoy

(p.s expect Ghost Bodies soon.)

Danny's POV

It seems like I have some explaining to do. Well, its been two months since we found out the genders of our twin baby girls.

Pamela has been getting really quiet about me just showing up in the middle of the night now, the reason is something I am not sure of.

I am now deeply in love with Sam, and can't stand to be without her, which is why I do show up in the middle of the night at the Manson Manor. The butlers have taken a liking to me, this I am sure of.

But, now, our parents have called us down for some sort of family meeting.

"Children, I think you should sit down and let us explain this for a moment." Pamela started, and I already had a bad feeling.

"Mom?" Sam asked.

"Sam, we, the Fentons, your father, and I, have decided that you two should, break up." Pamela said quietly.

"WHAT?!" Sam and I screeched.

"Son, you don't really want to be a father, we know that." My dad nodded in what seemed to be understanding.

"No, I do want to be a father, do you guys not see that?" I asked, terror clenching my heart of the thought of having to break up with Sam.

"Well, the other reason is that the Manson family reputation has been quite tainted when seeing you two together in public holding hands with my daughter being pregnant, and the school has been putting up posters of 'Safe Sex' and 'Wait till marriage' on Sam's account." Pamela explained.

"Uhm..." Sam started, but I beat her to the point.

"Does reputation matter more than your childrens happiness?" I asked.

They all nodded.

"Sweetie, we are a respectably family, and we love you both to death, but we just can't do this right now. It's not like we are asking you two to stop being friends, but I want you to stop being a couple honey. Please understand." My mom pleaded.

I was about to argue back when Sam said something I thought I wouldn't hear.

"I understand completely."

"What?" I said quietly.

"We knew you would understand. Now that our buisness is over with, you-"

"I understand mom, but I love him, so I would like a moment in private to say goodbye." Sam said.

"Oh, well alright. In the meantime, Fentons, I would like to discuss living arrangments for the children. Maybe Daniel could keep one and Samantha keep the other..."

Pamela's voice faded as me and Sam acended the stairs to Sams room.

"You...understand?" I asked quietly.

"Of course not. I'm not living without you." Sam said, barreling into my arms. I let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank god, but what are we going to do Sam? I can't live without you either, but our parents have made up their minds." I said.

"Which is why we are removing us from the equation. If they can't find us, they can't force us to be apart."

My eyes widened at what she was implying.

"Sam, you really think we could runaway?" I asked.

"Please Danny, I know for a fact that this could be the only way. We could leave tonight, when both of our parents are asleep. We wouldn't have to worry about them anymore Danny!" She pleaded with me.

"Alright...but do we tell Tucker? Jazz?" I asked.

"We leave them notes, just putting them in their rooms, telling them how much we love them. I have like, so much money in my bank account that we could be set and then our children could be set." She explained.

"Why does that matter?" I asked, cluelessly.

"We are going to need money Danny." She facepalmed.

"Alright, I'll right my sisters note, and I will see you at midnight outside your door...okay? We can do this." I said.

"We can." She agreed.

I left her room and left the Manson Manor with my parents. They were talking how they get to keep one child. I chuckled when dad said something funny, but I knew that this wouldn't last, and I would be gone the next morning.

Once we got to the house, I wrote my letter to my sister.

Dear Jazz,

I'm sorry but you have to hear me and Sam out. Our parents didn't want us together for reputational reasons, and we can't stand to be apart. We ran away. I love you so much, but I can't live without Sam, or my other daughter since I would only be able to every see one. I just wanted to let you know that we are safe. We are sound. We are in love and going to miss you so much.

Love and miss you,

Danny and Sam.

I didn't realize that I had started to cry as I wrote my sisters letter.

This is harder than I thought.

Sam's POV

Dear Tucker,

Tucker, I know you are probably wondering where we are, or if we are coming back, but we aren't. Our parents told us to break up today. You know us. We can't do that. We ran away, and probably aren't coming back. We love you. I love you. Danny loves you. You are our brother pretty much, even if not by blood. I am expecting that you will be able to take care of the ghosts with Jazz, and hopefully the Fentons.

We'll miss you so much.

Danny and Sam.

I finished writing the letter right at midnight. All my clothes were packed. Books in boxes and jewerly in my purse.

I was really leaving.

Danny came in and loaded my things in his black truck, and came in and phased me into the passenger seat.

"Jazz's note is already on her pillow. Tuckers note is on his desk. Ready to leave?" He asked, taking my hand.

"Ready."

And we drove away.

3rd Person POV

Tucker Foley woke up at 7:30 that Monday morning. He saw a loose paper sitting on his desk, but he hadn't left it there.

As he read the note, tears pricked his eyes, and anger boiled in his veins, not at his friends, but at their parents.

A few blocks away, a readheaded girl reread the letter, over and over, making sure that it wasnt a dream. Broken sobs left her mouth as she began to realize that her kid brother was gone, and by the looks of it not coming back.

She opened her window and climbed out, letter in hand, and raced down the street to her mutual friends house.

His mom opened the door, worry on her face, but Jasmine paid no mind to her, and raced to her technologically savvy friends room. She sobbed into his chest while the Foley parents watched, and read both letters.

Mrs. Foley started down the stairs and made an angry phone call the Fenton residence and then to the Manson Manor, angry screaming at the phone as she cried, the two teens who she felt were as close as a son and daughter as Tucker, they were gone.

That day, news spread like while fire and sadness seemed to drape over the city like a blanket.

The lovebirds of Amity Park, were gone.