I bet some of you might be wondering what I'm doing updating my "perfect" one-shot. I won't name any names, but a reviewer gave me plot bunny. I usually like bunnies, butit's beenknawing on my writing hand. So here we are. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: These things always put me in an unhappy mood. I do not own the show Danny Phantom. It is owned by Butch Hartman. But maybe it will happen someday if I ask nicely.
Chapter 2: Oblivious
Sam gave a sigh as she stepped out of the building at the end of the day. She had expected Danny to finally show himself after he had admitted over the phone to helping her. But he hadn't. She wished he had dropped by because the rest of the day had been so boring. The same two women that she had seen gossiping had come by to say hello and to discreetly find out where and from whom the flowers had come from. Sam, in an attempt to make them goaway,had outright lied and said that she had work to do.
She couldn't have worked on the picture of Danny in that office. It was one of the reasons, however small, that she had become an artist. She couldn't stand the thought of working in some cramped office like everybody else. It just wasn't an atmosphere she was comfortable in. She needed a more casual setting. But for now some impersonal hotel room would have to do.
She looked up as she approached the curb. There had been a parking spot right outside the main entrance that morning. It was an odd occurrence in such a big city, but she had been in a hurry that morning and had shrugged it off.
She got to see her car for about five seconds as the tow truck started up its engine before beginning to tote her car away.
"Hey!" The driver seemed oblivious to Sam's yell as the tow truck kept going down the street. "No! Stop! I was legally parked, you-"
A car honk got her attention and she swiveled around to see a taxi that had just pulled up. The driver leaned out his window and spoke, "Are you Mrs. Manson? You the one that called for a taxi?"
Sam looked at him in confusion before it dawned on her. Danny was helping out again. Smiling, she walked over and spoke as she opened the door. "Yes. I'm Mrs. Manson. Thank you for coming so fast."
He nodded as she slid in and shut the door. "Your welcome. To the hotel, right?"
Sam nodded and gazed out the window. Hopefully Danny would be there when she arrived at the hotel.
When the taxi did stop and she got out, though, it wasn't at her hotel. She gazed up at the expensive hotel in surprise. What in the world was Danny doing? She could afford staying here, but Danny knew that she didn't like to parade her wealth around. The taxi driver looked bewildered at the cross expression on her face as she paid him, but didn't say anything.
Sam didn't even look around as she went to the hotel's front desk. The woman behind it smiled at her.
"Welcome to Silvercrest. Name, please."
"It's Samantha Manson, but I don't have a reservation."
The woman didn't seem to have heard the last part. "Oh, Mrs. Manson! We've been expecting you for some time." And then for the second time today Sam was given a key. Sam stared down at it not comprehending.
"What's this for?"
"For the penthouse on the top floor. That's what you wanted, right?"
Sam gave an exasperated groan and turned around, leaving the woman confused just like the taxi driver.
When she caught Danny, they were going to have a long talk.
Sam used the key inside the elevator and waited as it traveled up through the hotel's many floors. She stepped out as the doors swung open and placed everything she was holding except the flowers on a small table before heading into the main part of the penthouse.
The penthouse was cold. Sam shivered. But that either meant that the air conditioning was on too high, or the person she was looking for might be here.
"Danny! Danny, are you here? Danny, I don't know if this is some game to you, but I am not- "
The person sitting at her table was not Danny. The man's long white hair was pulled back and he had a white beard. The clothes he wore screamed obsessive amounts of money. Sam would know. She'd seen her Dad and other relatives wear clothes just like it.
"Daniel isn't here," and then the smile he gave her could have wilted Sam's carnations "Not yet."
Danny was singing softly under his breath as he used the emergency key Sam had given him to enter her apartment. She had called a little while ago to ask if he could go back and grab some clothes from her apartment since she was going to be spending more time away from Amity Park than expected. The strange part about the conversation was when, after agreeing, she had thanked him for doing one more favor for her today. Whatever that meant.
Easily finding the bedroom (not that he'd been in there before, mind you.) he dug through her closet before finding a spare suitcase. The dresser was his next stop. He opened a random drawer…and closed it immediately. He blushed, though, as he realized that if Sam was going to be away for a decent amount of time, she was not only going to need a few shirts and skirts. And he thought being Amity's hero was tough.
Sighing and feeling like a martyr he placed a hand over his eyes. Sam was going to kill him after realizing what he must have had to do. The other hand hesitated before opening the drawer again, and grabbing a handful of material before it was dropped into the open suitcase at his feet. Uncovering his eyes, he quickly opened another drawer and grabbed a shirt to cover the suitcase's other contents. It was official now. Sam was going to kill him.
The rest of the time was spent trying to put outfits together that he had seen Sam wear that were at least a little professional since he realized Sam would most likely be working there.
He glanced around the room for anything that Sam might want but finding nothing zipped up the suitcase and headed for the door. He made sure the door was locked before changing into his other form to start flying the hundred or so miles it would take to reach Sam.
He glanced at the town as he took to the air. Hopefully no ghosts would appear during the few hours that he would be away. He glanced down at the suitcase in his hand. Sorry guys, he thought, I'll come back and save the day again after I make sure Sam will be fine.
I know it isn't as long as the first chapter, but when I spaced out the story I had to end it here. But you should know that I aleady have the next chapter written. I'll wait a few days for reviews before posting it, though. Reviews will speed it up.
And now for my favorite part. My reviewers!
Cyllwen Thank you! You were my first reviewer. I'm so glad you liked it.
Lavenderpaw Are you psychic? You were the only one that seemed confident that there was a next chapter. I didn't even know there was going to be another chapter! Yeah, I didn't like my summary either. I' glad you enjoyed it.
Unlikely-to-bear-it Your guess is as good as mine who the creator of Invador Zim is. That wasn't my intention when putting the name in the story. Between you, me and everyone else, I was considering using Butch Hartman's name backwards. But that would mean his name would be Mr. Namtrah. I just couldn't bare myself to use it.
Yeah, that was one of my favorite lines, too. It used to just be "Hey, that's my job." but then I added to it. I'm so happy that you liked it.
Nix nivis Noctua Thank you for the review and answering my questions.
renayumi You gave me best compliment out of everybody. It made you smile? Oh I'm sure it probably made others smile, but you're the only one that said it. You made me unbelievably happy. I was hyper for hours.
PhantomAl Well, it isn't a one-shot now. Thank you for the review. I'm glad you liked it.
Cheerin4danny Yea, I wish I had a boyfriend with ghost powers, too. Actually, I'd be happy with just a boyfriend. I'm glad you liked it. Thanx for the review.
Hearts of Eternity I'm the best? I'm afraid I'll have to disagree with you. There are plenty of authors here who are better. I appreciate the praise, though. I hope you get to become a cartoonist someday. Thanx for the review.
Pirotessa Thanx for the tip and, yes, I am a new author. I'm glad you liked it.
wishing for rain I'm on your favorites list! You can't realize how happy you made me. Thank you so much! Thanx for answering my questions. I'm happy you liked it.
Chaltab Um...I may thank you for the review in a couple of days. It's growing on me, believe me. I'm glad you liked it, though.
Danny calling Sam "Beautiful" was the only thing I could come up with. I've got this little fetish with things having to be unique and nothing seemed right. I'm a little bit of a perfectionist.
No, Mrs. Grey was not Valerie. That didn't even occur to me. Again, I'm glad you liked it.
DigitalPhantom I'm sorry that the women's conversation was confusing, but I don't understand your comment about the flowers. I didn't change them. One of the women said that she would PREFER roses. But still, you wereone of the first to give me constructive criticism, so thank you for the review. I'm glad you liked it.
Lightning Streak Thank you so much for the praise. Yeah, I do tend to be hard on myself. Thanks for the review.
Ransomed Heart It's okay that you didn't review immediately. I hadn't gotten any reviews in a while. It made me so happy! I didn't mean for it to make you almostcry, but that's a good thing right? Thanks for the review.
i wanna cokie I'm glad you liked it. Unfortunately, I don't have any cookies. Sorry.
Thank you all!
Reviews make miracles.
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