Ok, long time no see for this story, eh? Well… here goes another chapter!

Chapter 5: Perfect, or what?

(Sam's POV)

Once again at school, I looked over at the empty desk that would have held Danny, but it was empty. I sighed, and drew on a piece of paper set in front of me. Everything on the paper was ghosts, why did I do this to him? I loved him, and I knew that, but I had treated him as though he didn't matter anymore. I looked over at Mike, and Abby, who were laughing, and talking, the same as Danny and I would have done. Abby saw my eyes upon her, and she did a hand movement for me to come over there, and I reluctantly got up, and moved to them. At least maybe they could make me feel better.

"What's wrong Sam? Having a bad day?" Mike asked me, and I could tell he was remembering back on the day Danny ran off from me, because he had a smirk on his face, as though he knew what was wrong, and just wanted to make things worse.

"No, I'm fine," I said, hiding myself from them. If they found out, they could make things worse, since after all, I knew they didn't like Danny at all.

"Where is Danny? Still on some sort of spring break? Skipping school a little longer?" Mike said, and I could see Abby was trying to hold back on laughing, instead, she put her head down, and fixed her hair back into a pony, to use something to distract her from laughing.

"I don't know where he is," I said, since I had just now realized, he had been gone all of spring break. A week, but what happened to him? I hadn't forgotten about him, he just slipped my mind, since my parents and I switched our plans to a vacation. I looked around the room, and found Tucker sitting by himself, all alone.

"Uh, I will see you guys later," I retreated, and picked up my stuff to sit next to my real friend. One that had always been there for me and still might have if it weren't for me making a stupid mistake like that.

"Hey Tuck," I said friendly, as though nothing had happened between us, and as though everything was fine, and always would be.

"Hey," he said, not lifting his head from his work to look at me.

"You see Danny?"

"Nope."

"Tucker, what is up with you?"
"Let's see," he said, lifting his head up to look at me, but it wasn't at all a comforting look, "My friends get into a fight, the one that was still hanging out with me runs away because of the other one, and you think I will be Ok? He has been gone for over a week! For all I know, he could be off somewhere dead!"

"Tucker! Don't say that!"

"Well, you wanted to know what was wrong," he told me, then turned his attention back to his work.

"He isn't dead Tucker, someone would have found him then, it would be on the news."

"Nothing has been on the news of his disappearance yet, has there?"

"No… but if he died, it would turn up somewhere."

"He could have walked off into the woods, drowned in a river, committed suicide, who can tell?"

"I know he wouldn't do that," I said, at least hoping he wouldn't do something like that.

"You made him pretty upset Sam, and he has been gone for over a week now, so who can say he isn't dead?"

"I can…"

"Whatever, how about you just go and hang out with your friends?"

"They aren't my friends…"

"Oh? Then how come they were like… before spring break? Just long enough to get your one, true friend to disappear?"

"I don't know! I didn't want to do that Tucker!"

"Maybe you should have thought about it first," he said, and he picked up his stuff, and walked away to a different desk.

What have I done? Try to make new friends, and then it turns into this? There was something fishy about those three… how come I make friends, and it just so happens they turn out making my life miserable, causing my friend to disappear, and making my one other true friend hate my guts?

(Danny's POV)

Away from my home a week now, but doing better than I was there. I was happy now, all alone, living in an abandoned beach house that didn't take long to repair, and turn into a home for the moment. Not many kids were able to escape from their troubles, and live in a home like this, huh?

Not real at all… I wished that was me… instead, I was in front of the home I thought to be the last place to go to. But... he was the only other one I knew that would take me, since he had wanted me for so long. How on earth I ended up at his doorstep, was an odd, miserable story, but what if I could find something to make me feel batter here? There was no telling until I tried.

"Daniel? What are you doing here?" Vlad Masters, my once archenemy asked me, as he swung his door open to my knocking.

"I came to live with you. You wanted me to join your side, so here I am."

"What's going on?" He asked me, looking all over outside, as though I had planned something to harm him.

"Nothing, just thought this was the only other place for me to go to," I shrugged, waiting for him to just let me in, and take a break.

"What are you trying to do, Hmm? I'm not that stupid Daniel, I know you wouldn't come here for no reason at all."
"There is a reason, my friend broke my heart, I ran away from home, and came here, end of story," I told him, not wanting to tell him my whole personal life.

"Oh? Is that true? Well, then step in my dear boy. We will get you a room fixed right away," he grinned, and allowed me to pass by him. Something about the look on his face NORMALLY would have bothered me, but for today, it was something to just ignore, right now, I didn't care about what happened to me, or what I did with my life.

"Come along now, you can pick out a room," he said, and I followed him through his green and gold colored house, one in which I remember making enemies of him in.

"I want the room I stayed in the first time," I told him, and he looked at me awkwardly.

"Why would you want that room?"

"I just do."

"All right then," he shrugged, and led me up there. It looked just like it had the night I had stayed here. I looked around the room, and saw a phone.

"Umm, thanks? Can I be alone for a while?"

"Fine by me…" he snickered, and walked out of the room, closing the door. I picked up the phone, and dialed the number to Tucker's house. I didn't know why, but I needed someone to talk to, to at least let him know I was still alive, since he had to have wondered where I had gone.

"Hello?" I heard his voice say into the phone.

"Tucker, it's me," I said, expecting him to pick up on who it was.

"Danny? Where are you?" He asked me, and I replied, "Vlad's house."
"What in the world are you doing there?"
"I don't know, better than home," I said, as I grabbed a piece of paper out of my pocket. I looked at it, a picture of Sam and I, and I stuffed it back into my pocket.

"Dude, you can't be serious? You are staying at Vlad's? As in archenemy Vlad?"

"Yes."
"You have to be kidding me…"

"I'm not Tucker… How is… Sam?"

"Not so good… but I wouldn't worry about her," he said ashamed of her.

"I can't help but to… what is wrong with her?"
"She has been worrying about you, now she even doesn't want to talk to those three… but it is her fault in the first place."

"Wait… she isn't friends with them anymore?"
"No."

"I gotta go," I said, and stuck the phone back on the hook. I went out of my room, and ran down the stairs. I got to the door, but Vlad was standing in front of the door.

"Going somewhere Daniel?"