HA HA! I'm back! Good God, I haven't updated in forever! Sorry, with Thanksgiving an all, it's kinda hard to write your fanfic when your busy pealing potatoes all day. Plus, my cousin's wedding is this week. But, hey I got a pretty dress! Sorry to make you wait though. Next time I'll finish the ENTIRE fanfic before posting, PROMISE! . Poop, that means you probably wont see my new one till February. shrugs whatever. Hope you guys liked this chapter, though. O MY GOD? Did you se the commercial for next weeks LOST? I think Kate was raped! I'm not even kidding, I think that's why! HAHA! Wouldn't that be freakin hilarious-yet vaguely creepy- if Sawyer raped Kate! HAHA!

purpledog100: Haha, good to know you love it! But I didn't need to know that your ass was detaching itself from you. Haha, though that is somewhat humorous- no offense of course. OH-and guess what? CHRISTMAS DP SPECIAL THIS WEEK! YAY! You know, "with Ho Ho Ho, and mistletoe and presents to pretty girls?" haha, gotta love Charlie Brown!

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Alright, on with the show.

Chapter 8
With Good Intentions

Tucker pulled the car onto the main road. It was exhilarating for him, feeling the wind brush against his face. Unfortunately, he was never quite the driver, so Danny and Sam held onto their seats for dear life.

"Hey Danny," Tucker finally spoke. "Throw me something, I'm parched. Perhaps a bit of co-la, if you find any," Danny nodded and reached into the trunk. He pulled out a small blue can and handed it to Tucker.

"Sorry, Tuck, only Zimas,"

Tucker shrugged and cracked it open. "It's all good," he smiled taking a sip. Danny laughed slightly and turned to Sam.

"You alright?" he asked her. "You haven't said anything since we've got into the car,"

She shrugged. "I'm fine," Danny gave her a look. She laughed. "Honestly, I'm fine, Danny. Why wouldn't I be?"

Danny shrugged and turned around. Yeah, he could think of a reason why she wouldn't be okay, but he decided not to bring it up. He had a tendency to destroy these sorts of things before they even begin.

Tucker yawned. "uh…what time is it? We must have left an hour or so ago, but I'm still tired" Tucker added. Sam looked at car clock and froze.

"…six o'clock," she muttered.

"Pardon?" Tucker asked.

"YOU GOT US UP AT FIVE IN THE MORNING FOR YOUR STUPID CAR!" Sam yelled at him.

"Hey!" Tucker shot at her turning around. "It's a cool car, and it's important to me! Now, you wouldn't know anything of it, but the bond between a man and his car is very strong-"

"Tucker, THE WHEEL!" Danny shouted.

Tucker turned around. "What-OH SHIT!" he screamed as he starred in horror at the giant Home Depot truck that blew its horn senselessly at them. Danny and Tucker screamed hopelessly while Sam grabbed the wheel and turned it onto the left side of the road. The car jerked slightly and kept going.

Sam turned angrily to Tucker. "Jesus, Tuck. You're gonna get us all killed!" she yelled at him. Tucker shrugged and continued driving. He and Danny began to grin, and their grins turned into uncontrollable laughter. Sam smiled and began to laugh as well.

"Why are we laughing?" Tucker laughed.

"I have no idea," Sam smiled settling back into the soft blue seat.

"I don't think that was caviar I ate," Tucker cackled dropping his face unto the steering wheel.

Danny shrugged. "…We could possibly be high, the car smell's rather odd,"

Sam smiled. "Yeah…That stuff definitely wasn't caviar,"

Tucker shook his head. "Man, this vacation is screwing all of us up,"

"Nah…I think we're all just screwed up to begin with," Sam said. "Tucker's obsessed with his car, Danny has ghost powers, and I-"

"You're whole family's been killing themselves and you're a totally wreck!" Tucker laughed resting his head onto the steering wheel. Danny turned to Tucker and punched his arm.

"Tucker," he muttered.

"What?" Tucker shrugged. "I was only trying to-"

"Shut it," Danny said gesturing towards Sam. Tucker glance at Sam, who was staring blankly at the seat in front of her.

"…oh," He said.

Sam tried to smiled, but it faded quickly. "…right," she said as she turned to face the window and gazed at the woods right outside.

Tucker arched back to the steering wheel with a bit of guilt resting his eyes. "Sam-I'm sorry…I-I didn't mean it like that,"

"Yeah," Sam said, still crestfallen. "…I know,"

Danny placed his hand on her shoulder. He was surprised to see after ten seconds she still hadn't jerked it off.

"Sam, I'm sorry about-"

"I know," she sighed. "But you don't have to apologize. I mean, after all," Sam tried to smiled. "It's true. Well, accept Winston, Mum, Dad, and Gran Gran. She thinks the key to eternal youth is eating half your weight in Hershey's chocolate- But that's just Gran Gran,"

"...Okay," Tucker nodded.

"But, why did you're uncle even-"

"It's a long story," Sam cut in.

Danny shrugged. "We got time,"

"I would," Sam started. "But story's aren't really my "forte", if you know what I mean. Especially flash backs,"

"Suit yourself," Danny turned around. Sam continued looking outside at the trees and cars that seemed to keep passing her by. She finally rolled her eyes and turned around.

"You want to hear a story? Fine," She said putting her feet up onto her seat. "The fact that Uncle Scott had been insanely overdosing drugs the past few weeks might have been the main reason why he was killed, but he'd be constantly drinking or smoking for as long as I can remember…"

Winter afternoons are always the same in Amity Park, and this one was no different. Snowflakes swayed in the bleak December wind as a fourteen year old girl walked towards her house. She pulled up the purple collar on her coat to try to keep warm. As she did so, she felt a cold hand grab her shoulder and spin her around. She turned around quite alarmed, until she saw who it was.

"Abby!" she said gleefully, hugging her cousin. Abby smiled and returned the hug.

"What, you think I forgot about you, Sam?"

"Wha- What are you doing here?"

"Ahh, boarding school is friggen gay. 'Figured I'd skip a day and come visit my favorite little cousin," she said messing up Sam's hair.

"I'm your only cousin," Sam smiled and fixed her hair.

"Exactly," she said. "I'm forced into liking you,"

Sam rolled her eyes. "Scott know you're here?"

"Nah. Dad's probably back at home crying to 13 going on 30. He tends to do that on Mondays,"

"Sounds like him," Sam nodded.

"I'm going to see him now, care to join me?" she offered.

"Even if I said no, you'd take me with you anyway," Sam shrugged.

Abby laughed. "Yeah….I probably would." The two of them walked over to the cross walk and waited. Abby turned to Sam. "So how's your boyfriend?"

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, you know what I mean. Danny. That guy you're always hanging out with. Pale, black hair, psycho ghost obsessed parents, sexy- or at least in your perspective," Abby smiled.

Sam rolled her eyes and pushed her cousin slightly. "How many times do I have to tell you? Danny and I are not-"

"Blah blah blah, we're not a couple," Abby mocked as the street light walking signal flashed. "I know, I know, you're not a couple…You're a couple in denial,"

"You never get tired of that do you?"

"Nope," Abby smiled. Sam rolled her eyes and continued walking down the crosswalk. "You'll laugh about this in about a year or so when the two of you are dating,"

Sam laughed sarcastically. "Oh yeah, like that's ever gonna happen,"-

"AHAHAHA!" Tucker burst into laughter.

"Tucker!" Sam yelled at him. "Incase you hadn't noticed, I was kind of in the middle of a flashback!"

"What was so funny about that anyway?" Danny asked him.

Tucker laughed and shook his head. "I just-I just love irony!"

Sam sighed her head into her hands. "Like I was saying…"

"Uh hu," Abby smiled. "Anyway, what's been up lately?"

Sam shrugged slightly and looked down at her feet. "Not much, I guess,"

Abby looked at her cousin suspiciously. "Oh, really?"

"What's that suppose to mean?" Sam shot her a look.

"Nothing," she answered. "Just making sure you haven't gotten yourself into any trouble,"

"What, so you're my mom know? Wait scratch that," Sam said. "Mom only forces me to put on pink dresses, never asks me if I'm getting myself into trouble,"

"Well, no problem with asking, right?" she asked. "I've heard a lot about those ghosts atta- hey, look, we're here already," Abby smiled. Sam looked to the side an noticed a large, brown house.

"Yep, this is your house," Sam grinned. "I always remember, because it's shit colored brown," Abby pulled her cousin by her coat and walked up to the door. Abby didn't knock, she let herself right in. After all, it was her house. The two of them looked inside. The walls were a swamp green color and the sent of cigarettes filled the air. Empty beer bottles and pizza boxes completely covered the marble floor. The floor was the only thing in the house that had a bit of class to it if you don't enjoy green. There was a flash coming from one of the rooms. The two of them walked into the room and saw a middle-aged man sitting on a maroon couch. He was watching a movie and was crying. He had a small "Puffs" brand box of tissues next to him.

"Oh…oh god," he sobbed. "Poor Jenna. She doesn't want to be thirty, flirty, and thriving anymore! She just wants to be thirteen again!" Abby rolled her eyes and tapped him on the shoulder. Startled, the man turned around to see his daughter. "Ahh, Abby," he said placing another cigarette into his mouth and casting his old one onto the ground. "Aren't you suppose to be at school?"

Abby shrugged. "Boarding school is gay,"

"Well yeah. It's bound to be filled with all those friggen dikes walking around everywhere," Scott shuttered.

"Uhh, I just meant it's stupid, but, that's true to," Abby nodded. The man turned his head to Sam and grinned. "Aw, little Sammy. Haven't seen you in a while,"

Sam smiled slightly. "Good to see you to, Scott,"

"Ah, Pleasures all mine…" he answered casting out his cigarette. He reached into his pocket and took out the Camel brand box of cigarettes. Without looking, he reached inside, expecting to pull out one, but he didn't. he panicked a moment and looked inside the box.

"Shit!" he muttered casting the box onto the ground. He pushed Abby to the side and ran into the kitchen, looking through drawers, throwing papers on the ground. "Where is it? Where is it!" he muttered. Abby looked at Sam a moment and walked over to her dad.

"Uh…Dad?" she asked tapping his shoulder. Her Dad shot around and grabbed her arm.

"Where is it!" he said sternly. "Did you take it?"

"Take what?" she asked.

"You know what I mean. Now, where the fuck is it!" he yelled at her. His temper was rising.

"Ouch, okay, Dad, this hurts like a bitch-"

"Shut up!" he yelled. "Where the last pack?"

"What? In the trash-"

"YOU DID WHAT!"

Abby rolled her eyes. "I mean the used ones stupid,"

"Don't talk to me that way! I had one last one! Did you take it? Oh, god help you if you-"

"Um, Scott?" Sam said slowly.

Scott turned around. "What?" he shot at her.

"I was gonna say," Sam started. "There's another packet in your pants pocket,"

Scott's face lit up a moment and he reached into his left pocket. He looked at the packet a moment and held to his face. "Thank god," he said letting go of Abby's arm. He looked at her a moment and said nothing. He took out another cigarette and placed it in his mouth. "Now, if you ladies will excuse me a moment," he said gesturing towards his TV set. "I have a movie to watch,"

Abby nodded. "I know, Dad," she told him. She looked at Sam. "Come on, Sam, let's go," Abby said walking over towards the door. Sam didn't say anything, she starred at the door Abby was walking to. Abby rolled her eyes. "Hey, SAM!" she said waving her hand in her cousin's face. "What are you, high? I said lets go,"

Sam nodded. "Right," she said taking one last glance at her uncle. She walked over to the door and followed Abby out.

Abby closed the door and continued walking. she removed her sleeve and looked at her arm. It was bright red with hand prints on it. She looked at Sam who still remained quite. "Shocked?" she asked.

"What?" Sam poked her head up. "Wait, you think I was- no, I-I didn't-"

"Sam," Abby held up her hand. "It's cool. Sorry you had to see that though, he doesn't mean it,"

"Oh come on, Abby," Sam rolled her eyes. "I know, I know! But do you honestly have to treat me like I'm five?"

Abby shrugged. "Just making sure you knew. Dad was drunk, but, come on, he's not always like that. You've sen him. And you know he tries to have good intentions, even if what he's doing is bad,"

Sam smiled. "Like you, Ab?"

Abby laughed. "Yeah...like me…"

"…That's not even half as bad as what I've heard from Abby, though," said Sam. "Scott's done worse, way worse than that. She never really seemed to care, though,"

Danny shrugged. "Maybe she was just used to it,"

Sam sighed and rested her head on Danny's shoulder. "...Maybe,"

I'll end the chapter here, it 13 pages long on Microsoft anyway. Well, hope you enjoyed it. It was just a flashback. But next chapter, they stop at the hotel. The three of them are going to meet a familiar face…a very familiar face,
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