I want to thank my new beta reader, Anne camp aka Obi-quiet, thanks to her this story is going to become a lot better in quality, we are currently working on a story together so feel free to go take a look. Thank you. Sorry about how late this chapter is but I was not allowed to upload anything for the past week, once again Sorry.

The Rain poured down from the grey sky as if a waterfall had suddenly made it's home over the large cluster of buildings. The bleakness matched Danny's mood perfectly as the 14-year-old stared out at his home town of Amity Park. He knew this might be the last time he would see this view. He hadn't realized how much would miss it until he faced the probability of leaving it forever. It was a strange little town, he'd admit any day. Few of the weird events that took place here (such as giant hornets and huge green dogs) ever made the news report. The tabloids didn't even pick up on the haunted streets of this beautiful town. Sometimes, he wondered if some town meeting had been held at one point, for no one broke the mutual agreement that stated everyone should keep quiet about the strange happenings here.

Danny sat there with his head on his hand, sighing every few minutes until he noticed the two figures rushing through the rain to his house. For the first time that he could remember, Danny felt no fear of being discovered as he phased through the floorboards of his room and dropped in front of the door. He opened it just as his two best friends, Samantha Manson and Tucker Foley, rushed onto the porch. They paused in mild surprise when he opened the door for them, but shrugged it off almost immediately. Strange things tended to happen around the raven-haired teen, and they'd long since adjusted.

"Hey, Danny, what was so important that you had to talk to us right away?" Tucker asked as he quickly checked to make sure all his technology remained dry.

"I didn't want you to talk," he said softly, "my parents did." Danny watched the shock in their faces with little amusement. He wondered if he'd ever truly laugh again as he lead the other two teens into the living room. Danny's parents sat rigidly on the sofa, obviously trying to comfort each other when they entered. "Mom? Dad?" Danny spoke their names in a whisper, as if a louder noise would bring some sort of horrible wrath apon their heads. The adults looked over at the trio and stood quickly. Sam couldn't help but notice the sadness in their movements. A sadness that seemed to hang over the house, so thick, that it almost stifled their breathing. For the second time in under five minutes, their eyes widened in surprise as Danny's parents pulled them into their arms and embraced them. They stood there for several seconds before Jack and Maddie Fenton stepped back and looked at their son's friends.

Maddie spoke first. "We want to thank you," she said, her tone of voice matching Danny's. "Even at the most difficult of times, Danny has told us that you stood by him. That means more to us than we could ever say." Jack forced a smile at them next.

"We are so glad to know that Danny has such good friends." Maddie nodded at her husbands words, watching the two pale-faced teenagers, who still had no idea as to what was going on. Jazz walked in to the living room carrying all kinds of ghost hunting equipment, and breaking the tense atmosphere slightly. Tucker and Sam just stared in shock for the third time that evening as they thought about how many times she had adamantly taken any side against the existence of ghosts. The Jazz they knew would never be caught dead with such equipment in her arms.

"Same goes for me," she smiled at Sam and Tucker. "You did your best to hide Danny's secret, even thought you weren't that successful in hiding it from me." The group stayed staring at each other for several more seconds as a horrendously loud silence filled the room of the remodeled home. Finally, Danny stepped forward and put his hands on his friend's shoulders. "I have some things I want to say to them," he said as he pushed them toward the front door. "I'll see you later."

"Okay honey, just remember we'll be ready to leave in an hour!" His mother called after them. Danny nodded and shut the door. Then, as if in a funeral procession, they began to move down the water-logged street. As they walked in the rain, Danny felt his hot tears mix with the icy raindrops, and silently blessed the rain and the fact that he had no umbrella. This way, his friends couldn't see him cry.

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The three friends sat silently in various positions on the cold, painted metal provided by the small jungle gym at the corner of the tiny park located only a few blocks away from Fenton Household. The rain had died down a little, but the three friends had hardly noticed it anyway, and Danny wanted to be here, sitting in this place of memories, rain or not. He felt so grateful for the loyalty his friends showed him, and smiled as an immense sense of satisfaction washed over him, warming him in spite of the rain. He may not have been popular at school, but he had the best friends anyone could ever want. The teen contemplated what he wanted to say one final time before opening his mouth and looking at the other two.

"I want you guys to know that your the best friends I could have," he smiled at them before he looked down at his dim reflection in the pool of muddy water that had filled the indent beneath the twisted metal, signifying it's long use over the years. "I mean," he went on, "you barely batted an eye when your entire lives changed because of my accident."

Tucker piped up before Danny could say anything else. "What are friends for? We're here for each other through the good times, and the bad ones." Danny smiled again, noticing how even the African-American talked without even the hint of a joke on it's way. For once he was being completely serious.

"He's right Danny," Sam agreed. "You were there for us when something bad happened. What kind of friends would we be if we left you when you needed us most?" The strangeness of the situation suddenly hit the half-ghost. Here he sat, the quiet one for once, while Tucker and Sam voiced their support in complete and serious agreement. He tried to remember the last time that had happened, but failed.

With a stone face, he shook his head. "This wasn't something like a pet dying or a missed birthday," he countered. Once again, his unusually dull, ice-blue eyes met theirs. "I want you to know how much your friendship means to me." Danny shifted his weight and quickly pulled out a large, plastic bag from his pocket and opened it carefully, as if in a ceremony. As the other two looked on, he removed two objects before returning his attention to them. He handed the first to Tucker with a sad smile.

"This is the latest PDA anyone can get ahold of. It hasn't even begun mass production yet." Tucker looked flabbergasted.

"Then how did you get one! I heard of these on the internet... They're light-years ahead of what's currently on the market!"

Danny nodded, "I know. Take a moment to think things through. My parents spend most their time hunting ghosts. How do you think they earn a living?" Tucker could only stare as his best friend continued. "They put a couple of things together in their spare time and sell them to the big companies. Otherwise, we'd be out on the streets." Tucker's eyes watered at what he knew would be one of the best and most thoughtful gifts was returned to the plastic bag, and placed carefully into his backpack.

"Thanks, man...," was all he could manage to choke out. Then, before he could stop himself, he had pulled Danny into a brotherly embrace, which wasn't exactly easy considering their positions on the play equipment. Sam watched on silently for a moment, but after a while, she couldn't handle the silence any longer, and made a pathetic attempt to try and lighten the mood.

"You're talking as if there's not Tomorrow, Danny," she said, with a half-felt smile. He didn't respond, but finally turned to her and held out a small box.

"Sam," his voice suddenly cracked, and he had to collect himself before he could continue to speak. Finally, he succeeded and looked up at her, with unusually red and swollen eyes. "If i'm not back within two months, I want you to open this." He left the small package in her red, cold hands. He watched for a response for a few minutes, but realized she could only stare at it as he finished his gift-giving. They sat for several moments longer before Danny once again broke the silence.

"Look at the time," he glanced at his watch without really seeing the digits showing on it. "I have to go. So...goodbye." The teenager pulled his friends into a hug before changing into ghost mode. They watched as he launched himself into the air, and flew off towards his house. The other two teenagers continued to stand in the large puddle as the remnants of the storm continued to drip mercilessly onto their heads.

Finally, Sam looked at the now wet package, and slowly opened the box, ignoring what Danny had said. A note fell out first, already beginning to soak up the water that coated her shaking hands. Slowly and deliberately, she unfolded the letter and began to read:

Sam,

It took me a while to save up for this. It was supposed to be a birthday gift. I hope you like it.

Love,

Danny

She looked into the box and pulled out a small silver pendent. Set exactly in the middle of the round metal hanging from the delicate chain, was a small, purple stone. Even in the dull light that filtered through the clouds above, it seemed to sparkle and shine.

"Hey," Tucker said, almost choking on his own words. "It's the same color as your eyes." Sam couldn't hold back any longer. Tears began to fall as she admitted to herself what she had tried to keep hidden from all others. She was in love with her best friend, and she didn't know why she felt that she would never see him again.