PhantomAL: ((laughs)) I ain't got any issues with guys on fan fiction…I could like a guy who writes, gods, half the dudes I know wouldn't be caught dead writing and being creative. Thanks, you're pretty good yourself. ((hands over cake)) I know, acing writing and English only makes you want to rebel more! I would know, Honors English ain't no piece o' cake.

Halfa-Goddess: Ya, we've met. FunMnky444 and her noble attempts to unite the Danny Phantom loving world. ((hands over Twizzlers)) And really, really thanks for the vocabulary bit!

Phantom515: YES! It helped, but we won't be seeing results until later chapters…;) ((gives her some Hershey's chocolate)) Go and bounce off the walls!

DannyPhantomLover: Um, plot? What plot? I don't remember what a plot is…any hoo this is just like a slice o' life deal. Pointless and sweet.

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Yes, it had been another day in paradise…that is if paradise was a past-its-prime-but-still-not-updated school. Oh yes; now the whole paradise situation had shifted to Danny's room. With him trying to keep his father out, of course, because there was a new gadget to be messed with and mommy was out at the time. Jack Fenton's fists were persistent against the door.

"Come on! This won't take long! We need to try out the Fenton-

"No thank you Dad!" Danny yelled as he braced his skinny little body against the threatening to give wood. I was positively sure that the door was going to shatter into a million little pieces at any moment. Then it appeared that something came to Danny (which is saying something, on the norm it takes him a little while to think of solutions; need we be reminded of Desirée?)

"Tucker. Water bottle. Now!" he said swiftly. Tuck tossed him his water bottle and Danny put it through the door. Mr. Fenton's retreating footsteps came quickly and faded down the hall. I wonder.

"What did you do?" I asked.

"Let's just say he thinks he 'went to the little ghost hunter's room' in his pants."

Tucker nearly fell off his chair laughing; he was so distracted that when his PDA fell off and onto the floor it took him a full twenty seconds to realize it had done so. I was, well, I wanted to laugh, but that was so wrong and, yet, so funny. I wound up biting my lip and trying to keep the laughter in.

"You can laugh Sam." Danny said easily.

"That wasn't right and you know it." I admonished. Fine, I was sort of laughing at the same time, so it wasn't as effective, at all. The boys just settled into a giddy state and directed the laughter at me. I scooped up pillows and began pelting them. You know, but of course, they passed right through Danny (not Tuck, who remember this for weeks to come) and he was able to throw them right back at me. I was soon buried beneath a mountain of fluff. They were digging me out, granted, but Danny Fenton, being the torture genius he is, a skill honed by years of being a younger brother, began tickling me, which was unfair by all counts. I fought back, shoving him over and knocking the breath out of him. The commotion was promptly ended by Jazz.

"What are you doing in there?" she queried after knocking. "Is it legal? Do I need to come in there?"

"NO!" we all shouted.

"Oh, good, Tucker's in there. I'd just heard you and Sam, Danny. Unless of course-

My starting up of the stereo drowned her out; the station was one that pumped out popular crap. I twisted the knob until I hit a station of halfway decent music and then it was homework.

"So if the inequality in 5y times 4t minus 3 is less that 3t plus 7y plus 2 than the answer is y is less than 7?" Danny was scratching his head with his pencil as he mangled an algebra problem. I was valiantly trying to help him, but the with all the lines and smeared eraser marks had destroyed all rhyme and reason that the problem might have originally possessed. Tucker save me from explaining and took over. Apparently that cramming machine had been good for something as his grades were on the rise. I opted for finishing my English. Hm, Scout and verbal phrases, personally, I preferred Scout alone, but we can't always get what we want, can we? Well, some people do, but that makes them A-List losers who are never going to make it to college or even have real lives after college and seem to attract every boy in the school to them, why, why, WHY must Danny crush on Paulina so willingly! What has she ever done for him-

I'm sorry, excuse me for a moment.

Ok, sorry about that. Another thing that was slightly different: since when I was I so protective of Danny? Tucker on the other had, well, he was hopeless with the opposite sex. But Danny, and I loathe the day some one figures this out, is so sweet and adorable…that just came out of my mouth, didn't it? Also, since when did I describe him like that? Sure, it's the truth, but that makes me sound…like I was crushing. I was losing it. I rubbed my temples as a headache came on.

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Tucker and I stayed for dinner that evening. Tucker just likes Mrs. Fenton's cookies and my parents had decided (spur of the moment) that a vacation in Milan was just the thing they needed, leaving me with my grandmother who spent most of the time zipping around the house on her scooter and playing poker with her girlfriends. So I was polishing off another plate of spaghetti with a thick garden style sauce. If I ever ate over, it was almost always pasta. I think because that would be the only non-meat based dish that could be whipped up fast in the Fenton household. Dinner wasn't bad…the table conversations, however, were more along the lines of…interesting. Between Jack and Jazz's ghost and psycho babble it was like one really big, long and confusing sentence.

"And then the Fenton-

"I started a new case study today. On the effects of-

"It's got a really big blaster and-

"We now they are effecting the youth of the count-

"Then I accidentally blew out the-

"So my subject is now-

"We're going to have to call the contractor-

"Tomorrow I shall interview the subject and-

"Dessert!" Mrs. Fenton presented the table with cookies. Everyone pounced in then, except for me. I don't pounce; I wait for Danny or Tucker, and it's almost always Danny, to throw me back a cookie or two. Yep, sure enough here they came. Mm, chocolate chip, a classic. My mom doesn't cook herself. After all, why do it if you have a chef right? I love these home cooked meals, it's totally schmaltzy to say that, I know, and it's not like I don't love my parents to death, but sometimes I wish we were a normal family. And in comparison to my friend's families, I use the term 'normal' very loosely, very, very loosely. The hours in the clock were slipping by and soon I had to go home, as did Tucker; but at least there wasn't a prune juice junkie waiting for him.

"Danny why don't you walk Sam home? She shouldn't be out alone, especially with all of the ghosts around." Mrs. Fenton alluded. I knew what was up. Yes, there were those nasty ghosts but it seemed, like everyone else, she thought that her son and I were on the verge of dating, or whatever. At least she didn't call it loser love, just thought it was cute. So we set off down the street, together, alone. Danny decided he didn't want to walk; he wanted to fly. As cold as it was, I agreed because flying is one of the most exciting things you'll ever do. I hope no one ever saw us, that would just prompt teasing from Tucker about the happy couple and the rest of the town to drive me insane as to where the ghost boy was. All for maybe Paulina, who was head over heels for Danny Phantom, who would want to know if he said anything about her and to stay the hell away, he was hers.

I know most girls would die for a chance for their guys to hold them as close as we had to hold each other to keep aloft. It was a pleasant night below and a beautiful one above with stars burning bright and the moon giving off her silver sheen. We were a block to my house when disaster struck. Disaster meaning Paulina, meaning Danny wanted to talk to her while he was still the Phantom, meaning he set me down and sped off. I watched his figure retreated and wanted to scream. 'What about me! I got you here because you were supposed to be walking me home! ME! Pay attention to me!', but of course, I didn't, I just walked the rest of the way home in sullen, sulky silence.

You went away, damn
Mixed up fixed out
Don't forget who got you here, damn

There we are! A chapter of newness! Reviews are appreciated/wanted/needed! I got so many for chapter 2! It made me a very happy goddess, but please call me Dru. That little bit right there is from Matchbox 20. Danny: You bet, she has an addiction to the sound of Rob Thomas' voice. Dru: Where did you come from? Sam: Yeah, she says when he sings 'Damn' every time he says damn he does this little purr thing- Dru: Stop that! No one is supposed to know that! Danny and Sam: Hey, we'll say what we want here. Dru: Not fair! Danny: You writing this story isn't fair. Dru: Well, them's the brakes kiddo. You're fictional and I'm an authoress. Sam: We're not any older than you, don't us kiddo. Dru: Ugh, here just listen to some music downloads while I think. I have Green Day. Danny and Sam: Ok then!