I wish I knew when the new DP eppys are coming out. I looked online and it said that Shades of Gray wasn't coming on this week or the next week. Hey Danny?

Danny: Yeah?

Me: Out of curiosity, is the eppy called Shades of Grade 'cause it involves one of those ghosts from Poindexter's ghost school?

Danny: How should I know?

Me: It's your TV show, dingus!

Danny: Can't argue with that logic. If you must know, the answer is (answer withheld so as not to spoil the eppy. Ha ha)

Me: Thanks Danny! BTW, I'm mentioned in ObiOtaku's fic, The Bishonen Ghost Boy, and I got to glomp Joey! Yay!

Sam: In the fic, he's Jonouchi.

Me: So?

Sam: And besides, you glomp Joey all the time. Why should you doing it in a fic make it any more special?

Me: You have a point there. (glomps Joey.)

Joey: OW! You're bad at glomping!

Me: So? I don't own Dannny Phantom or Yu-Gi-Oh!

Joey: What does that have to do with anything?

Me: Standard disclaimer!

Everyone else: --U

Like Mom and Apple Pie

It was 3:10 and Sam entered her house as she finished her school day. The red brick house was relatively large, about three floors high, but it was rather plain on the outside. The living room right next to the front door also looked plain. If anybody who ever entered her house were told that Sam and her family were wealthy, they would've been shocked at the modesty shown in the exterior of the house. Sam dropped her book bag on the floor and walked to the kitchen. Her mother was in the room, balancing a checkbook.

"Hi Sammy," her mother greeted "How was your day?"

"It was good," Sam answered out of habit. Ever since Danny became half ghost, she had been vague about how her school life was, since a good portion of it involved fighting ghosts. Sam hoped that her mom wouldn't try to pry deeper into her life, like she usually did.

"Samantha Manson!" Her mother exclaimed "What are you wearing?"

"Um, a black midriff tank top, a black and green plaid skirt, lavender stockings and combat boots." Sam answered worriedly "Why?"

"Well just LOOK at you!" her mother ranted "Look at how much skin your little tank top is showing! And if that tight fitting skirt and tight fitting stockings doesn't yell Atlantic City, I don't know what does!"

"Mom," Sam corrected "Stockings are supposed to cling to your skin like that. That's also why they're called tights." Her mother put her head in her hands and sighed.

"Sammy," her mother said melancholically "Why can't you be—"

"—Exactly like everyone else?" Sam finished.

"Of course not Sammy!" her mother exclaimed in an outrage "I was going to say, 'Why can't you be different from everyone else?'."

"Eh, just a bit of wishful thinking on my part." Sam said.

"Sam! We've been over this a million times. You shouldn't want to conform! You should want to be different! Unique! Your own you!"

"You've never let me be my own me." Sam thought to herself. She decided to change the subject. "So how was work today?"

"Oh, it was good." Her mother said. One of the great things about Sam's parents was that if there was a change in conversation, they went with it. They loved change and individuality as much as Danny's parents loved ghosts, which is a bit in overdrive. "We've finished with the wooden beams and we'll be putting up the actual walls sometime soon." Perhaps now would be a good time to tell you that Sam's mother was a construction worker. She usually wore blue denim overalls, worker boots, an old shirt she wasn't going to be using for special occasions, and her short red hair was always up in ponytail.

"Well, that's great!" Sam said hurriedly "Well, I'd better get started on my homework now! Seeya!"

"Not so fast, young lady." Her mother said sternly. "We're going to continue this conversation about conformity when your father gets home."

"Mom, why do we have to keep talking about this?" Sam groaned "Why can't you let me do what I want?"

"Are you sure it's what you want?" her mother asked. Sam didn't exactly know how she would answer that.

"I thought so." Her mother concluded. "Now you should get that homework done. We'll discuss this at dinner when your father gets home."

"Okay," Sam said in a dejected tone as she headed upstairs to her room.

Meanwhile back at the ranch, or the Fentons' house to specific, the Ghost Portal was acting a bit oddly. Lights were flickering from the control space near the portal, smoke was coming out of the machine, and many strange buzzing noises came from the machine. Then, the flickering, fumes and noises got progressively worse, and the control panel started shaking. As the effects worsened, the portal itself joined in the shaking as well. The machine was overloading! It seemed as if it was going to explode! Then the portal opened, green light pouring from the entrance, and a figure walked out of the doorway.

All at once, the smoke lessened, the lights flickered more slowly, and the noises died down. When the portal closed, the noises stopped, the shaking ceased, the light turned off completely, and no more smoke came out of the machine. All light was cut off from the pitch-black basement, except for the figure's glowing red eyes.

"So," it snarled "This is the home of the notorious Danny Phantom. I expected it to be a bit more well kept." It walked around the room, examining it to the best of its ability, with no more light than its glowing red eyes.

"I have heard much about this boy wonder." It continued "Perhaps I will meet him one time." A gurgling noise was heard in the room, and the figure realized that it was its own stomach "But that's not my main concern right now. I can sense many teenagers in this town, all filled with emotion." The figure started salivating a silver, luminescent drool "Sweet, delicious, tender emotion. But, that will not be for long." It started heading back to the ghost portal "All I need are my lackeys and the right equipment, and I will have the feast of a king!" It started chuckling horribly as it headed back to the Fenton Ghost Portal.

The next Monday at school (Since October 8th is a Friday), Danny, Tucker and Sam were walking down the hallway talking.

"The I hear Jazz squealing something about people being taught," Danny began "So I walk in to see what's going on. There's Jazz, jumping for joy, and there's Dash looking at her strangely."

"So?" Tucker asked "What're you getting at?"

"I said hi to Jazz and Dash, and Dash said high back to me." Danny continued sounding a bit frightened. "And he called me Danny. And he sounded nice! And he had glowing green eyes!"

"Were you possessing him and making him do all of those things while looking in a mirror?" Tucker joked.

"No, I wasn't." Danny answered. "Then my ghost sense went off and the Box Ghost attacked us for some reason. After the attack, Dash went back to normal."

"That does sound strange." Sam said as she stopped to open her locker. "You think it's a new ghost?"

"I dunno," Danny said "There were those rumors about the vampires in this city."

"But vampires are fake!" Tucker said as he doodled on his PDA while waiting for Sam. "You only see them in Hollywood!"

"That's exactly what you thought about ghosts, but here we are fighting them on a regular basis." Sam replied as she rooted through her locker.

"I hope its another ghost." Danny said. "Vampires always creeped me out, and its been worse since I first saw Vlad."

"I know what you mean." Tucker said a bit nervously "I remember when he looked at me with those blood red eyes, it was like he was boring into my skull!"

"Yes, yes, we all agree that Vlad's frightening beyond belief." Sam said. "But that's not the issue right now." She took a folded up piece of paper from her locker "This is the issue." She finished handing the paper to the other two boys.

"What is it?" Danny asked her.

"Read it for yourself." Sam answered. Danny unfolded the letter and read what it said.

"'My Dearest Samantha," Danny began. "It was not long ago since I was first seen you, and ever since that glorious moment, I have fallen madly in love with you. Your ebony black hair shimmers like a beautiful eclipse. Your eyes remind me of fragrant lavenders growing in a majestic garden. Your perfect teeth shimmer like stars with the radiant sun that is your individualist personality. I would love to meet you in person, but I am simply too shy to reveal myself right now. Hopefully I will be as courageous as you in the future and finally show my face. Sincerely, Your Secret Admirer.'" The trio just stared at the letter in silence until somebody spoke up.

"Wow, that's deep." Tucker said.

"Somebody's in love with me because I'm an individual?" Sam said to herself. "The certainly sends some kind of message, but I'm not sure what it is?"

"What'd you say?" Danny asked.

"Nothing." Sam said, "We'd better get to class before the late bell rings." Sam put her love letter away in her pocket as Danny, Tucker and she headed off to their separate classes.

In locker 724, a broken mirror was hanging on one of the hooks on the inside. The mirror had a gilded frame with ornate designs, and it had little bits of glass still on it. The mirror glowed green as a gray, nerdish, teenage boy made its way out of the mirror. He turned invisible as he floated towards Sam's locker. He noticed that she had taken out a piece of paper, read it, and discussed it with her friends. A smile crept across the gray boy's face.

"Good, she read the letter." He said happily "And she didn't throw it out! I feel so happy, so giddy, I just want to shout out my love from the rooftops!" He paused for a moment, a frown slowly replacing the smile. "But I'm too nervous to tell her in person! Maybe the Love Big can help." His mind made up, he flew back into the mirror thinking "Even if he is amazingly annoying, he's probably my best chance!"

Everyone else: STILL --U

Me: Shut up!

Joey: We weren't talking! --U

Danny: He's right. --U

Sam: --U

Me: At least Ernest still likes me. Right Ernest?

Ernest: Quack! --U

Me: Whatever! I'm gonna thank the reviewers!

Kaliann: Weirdness is my fuel. So I will go for it. You get a Millennium Puzzle.

Khrystiana: Thanks! And a to you too! You get a Millenium Scales.

Jacks Ghost Gal: Really. Then my story's working! But what about Dash and Danny? They were both weird! You get a Millennium Ankh.

Cheerin4danny: I think I will! Thanks! You get a Millennium Ring.

Ghostly Hamburger: Not exactly Poindexter GH. Not exactly (I like being cryptic!) You get a Millennium Eye.

Shaadra-shadow: I'll try to get Frayed Timeline up soon. I have been waiting to write Danny Masters in that story. And Jazz Plasma, but I'm not sure if she should be in that story or not. You get a Millennium Rod.

Saiya Woods: I'm glad you decided to read the rest of my fics. As for MAAPOL, it was pretty spur of the moment. Shortly after seeing Bitter Reunions I wondered if anybody tinkered with the idea of Vlad/Danny yet. They didn't and I was surprised. And after months of thinking and trying to get the nastier images out of my head I completed this fic. And I know what it's like to accidentally be a fan of something. In fact, I thought Vlad/Danny was disturbing before I wrote this fic. So why did I write this fic? Well, you get a Millenium Tauk.

Blossoming Orange Rose: Really? That wasn't what it said on You get a Pyramid of Light.

Reviewers: --U

Me: AAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIGHH!!!(leaves the room and leaves befind a notice that says "Review!")