Ok, I'm hoping I can make this chapter longer... That's all I really have to say, so ya. All Danny Phantom characters belong to Butch Hartman.

Chapter 1

Memories of A Past Life

1:29 a.m. "Your parents are going to kill me for bringing you home so late, Sam."

"No they won't. Well, actually, they would, but they can't. They went out to a bar and they won't be back until like 4:00 a.m. It happened last time, and I had to babysit my younger cousin. Believe me when I say it was hell." Sam looked at Danny. Danny couldn't help but smile at the fact that she still had an attitude. And yes, she could still give him that look that said "Shut up" even when she was as dead tired as this.

"So, they ever come home drunk before?" he asked, his big blue eyes lit with amusement.

"Uhh, ya, like 21 times before. One time I had to come and pick them up because they forgot where they were. They ended up on the side of the road half a mile down from the bar. They'd been bothering people going for their early morning jogs. It was raining, too."Both teens started laughing, droning on and on about all the stupid and most embarassing things they're parents had ever done.

"Hey Sammi, remember the time my dad invented the 'Fenton Teleporter'?"

"You mean the one where he was showing us and Tucker pressed the button and he got transported to the upstairs bathroom while your Mom was taking a shower?"

"Ya, and when she looked around the shower curtain, and there was my dad in the sink, she nearly had a cow. He sat on her favourite bar of Dove soap and broke it. She was mad at him for like a week."

"What was with her and that bar of soap anyway? She was like, emotionally attached."

"How the heck would I know that?" Time and time again they burst into laughter, but the ride was over all too soon. "Hey Sammi, you sure you couldn't come over for awhile?" She glared at him. All right, he'd called her that kiddy name too many times today, it was going to stop. "Hey, you sure I'm not gonna kill you if you call me Sammi one more time?"

"Oh, alright. I guess it just kinda slipped" he said, rubbing his neck. "But seriously Sam, this is like, the last night we have before you leave tomorrow for the Catskills. Now would you just walk down the street to my place?"

"Fine. You better have some Motrin though, and if all the popcorn in the house goes missing, I'm leaving you with the blame."

"Seems like a good night-uhh, morning, to me." Samand Danny ran down the street, their shadows dancing along the stripes of yellow light from the street lamps. More than once they ran into a car parked along the street, sliding across the wet, metallic sides and onto the ground. Car alarms broke the silence of two o' clock in the morning.

"Danny. Danny. Danny. Danny Fenton, wake the hell up and sniff the roses! I gotta go, before my parents get back!"

"Huh, what? Okay, I'll smell the roses." Sam gave Danny one final shove on the shoulder. "Samantha Anne Manson, what are you doing?"

"What I just said." she replied, taking the remote and turning off his vintage SONY television set. Yeah, vintage is what he liked to call this piece of crud from the '90's. "Reruns of the Amazing Race too boring for you? Or does it just amuse you to leave me with soda and popcorn in the dark for an hour and a half?"

"Oh, go home and listen to that emotional HIM band you love so much. I'm sure Ville will take better care of you than I can."

"Shut up Danny. You know I don't think that." She said, pretending to be annoyed. "That was 8th grade I had a crush on him, 8th! It was 6 years ago."

"Yeah, but you watched every documentary there was on television. You had his pictures all over your wall. At least until you realized you would never amount to that girlfriend of his." Sam rolled her eyes. "I can't believe you!"

"Hey, anyone ever told you how cute you are when you're angry?"

"If you don't mind, I'm-" Too late, she was sporting that famous, ' I love you, shut up' smile. "Someone's got PMS." Danny chuckled. "Come on, let's get you home. I'd hate for you're parents to rain on our parade."

"I guess so. I just wish there was more time to spend. Man, ever realize how the time's just flying by?"

"Only since High school. But it was over fast. Come on, you're the one who wanted to go home. Hold on, one thing. Wear this before I get blamed for you getting a cold, too." She looked at the sweatshirt, the familiar smell of Axe on it. On the front, it sported the HIM sign, a heartagram. "Gee, thanks for giving me even more of my past to focus on. Now what, are you going to play "What's My Age Again?" They shared a last laugh, remembering the interesting time they'd had at that Blink-182 concert. Not to mention how mad Sam's stepdad had been when he found out she'd broken her leg, not in a mosh pit but falling off of Tucker's shoulders, right on top of Danny.

Well, the story hasn't really gotten going yet, but next chap I promise it will. Hopefully it seemed a lot longer than the prologue. And heres to my reviewers- Long lost Sorrow and Snapcat. So glad you like the story. Keep those reviews coming! - JJ'sWickedMistress