Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom or the character Lauren. When I first wrote this someone had asked me to put her in. (Cheetah8 from the nick message board.)

Riverfox237: I love microraptors! Lol. Here's chapter 6.

Cheetahs-sperit: Thank you for reviewing. I realize the mistakes and I am trying to make sure I don't make many now.

Chapter 6

Danny, Sam, Tucker walked into a clearing where a girl their age was packing up a tent, not looking at them. Behind her was what looked like an RV. Confused, Danny stepped forward to greet the girl; or the hallucination, if that what it was.

"Hello."

The girl started. She looked up at Danny. "Hi. You scared me. You camping behind the trees or something?"

"You could say that." He motioned for Sam and Tucker to come out of the leaves.

"Actually," began Sam once she was standing next to Danny, "We're stuck here."

"Sam, don't you think she's-" Sam elbowed Danny and gave him a silent look that said 'follow along'.

"Some punks dropped you off and left?" asked the girl, looking annoyed.

"Yeah." Sighed Sam, faking an angry look and leaving Danny even more confused. Tucker looked at the RV.

"Do you live around here?" He asked.

Sam gave him a dirty look. "Don't answer him."

"Okay…" The girl took out a small gadget from the pocket of her jeans and pressed a button while pointing it at the rolled tent. The tent shuddered and suddenly shrunk and she put both back in her pocket. "You guys need a ride?"

Sam looked at Danny, asking him silently to answer the girl. Tucker, though nobody seemed to be paying him any attention at the moment, was smiling. He was staring at the pocket that his the weird devise.

"Yeah. It isn't an inconvenience for you, is it?"

"None at all. I'll go tell my parents." She went to the other side of the RV, where the group couldn't see.

Danny turned to Sam, "Okay, What am I missing this time?"

"It'll sound stupid," whispered Sam, looking at the side of the camper the girl had disappeared from. "You'll have to see when we get there."

Tucker rubbed his head, looking like he had just woken up.

The girl came back. "They green lighted it, come on, we're leaving now."

The trio followed the girl into the back of the RV.

The inside was not like the usual camper, nothing like Danny's parent's assault vehicle. It was mostly black with hidden colored lights flicking on and off here and there. The seats were silver and white, all of the little lights reflecting.

The girl's parents looked at them in their mirrors once everyone got inside and sat down. "You kids okay?" asked her mom.

"We're fine," said Sam before her friends could say anything "Thanks for the ride. Who knows what would have happened out there."

"I'm Lauren, by the way." Said the girl.

"Sam,"

"Danny,"

"Tucker,"

Now that the shock was over, Danny saw that Lauren wore odd cloths. The cloth was mixed with black, silver, and white. What looked like Saturn was on the front of her shirt.

"I hope your coming from our year," she stopped to look at their cloths, "Dad doesn't want to make any more stops until home."

"I don't think so," said Tucker. He was only half listening, being fascinated with the ceiling.

"Then you'll have to spend the night."

"Fine with me." Tucker smiled.

Sam and Danny gave him a look together. Each said the same, though Lauren couldn't decipher it. Of course it said: 'If you hit on her our ride is over, so shut up'. Sam added: 'And you'll be sleeping outside'.

Tucker stayed quiet for the remainder of the trip, which is not an easy feat.

The RV, though they had not felt its movement in the first place, had visibly stopped. Everyone got out. They were in a driveway. Sam, Danny, and Tucker had to be herded into the house, because they continued to stare at street lights and Tucker made sure to watch a garbage can put itself out. It had been day when they left, but it was now night. Not that the time of day mattered.

After the door opened Tucker ran over to a big-screened TV and continued to drool in front of it.

Lauren's parents said their good nights and went upstairs (which had moved for them). Lauren got her guests the sleeping bags from her pocket and enlarged them again.

"What time are you guys from, anyway?" she asked.

"That depends," said Danny, finally understanding why Sam had "told" him to follow along, "Whatyear is this?"

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Ps: looking for a year...