((Author's Note: This was originally chapter two, but, seeing as it would have been WAY too rushed, I decided to put two more chapters in between to heat things up. -.- Blame the cheese.

It was really good for a second chapter, I will say that. I'm not trying to be self-centered, but it was pretty good. Now, though, I had to take out all those good parts and replace them with icky, corny parts. Still, this does benefit. I had four pages typed out, all ready to go and be edited. Less the wait for you, less the labor for me. It all evens out.

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I'm just going to stop talking about how I feel about the story because it takes up too much space. I'll keep my little thoughts to myself because I don't like wasting your time, heh.

Oh, and um, Romeo And Juliet comes in here a bit, but it's kind of obvious that I don't own that or the quote I used. I got that out of a book I read a few months ago. That is my opinion on what it means, please don't bash me if you think/know it means something else. (huggles theory) Sorry if that sounds mean.

Butch Hartman owns Danny Phantom...-.-

Okay sorry. Can I just add that this is totally rushed? I just did. Darn it. I broke my vow. Okay, the vow shall restart...NOW!))

Chapter Four
Attacked

"Mrs. Manson!"

I jerked my head up, my vision slightly obscured from my involuntary nap. I rubbed my eyes fiercely trying to get the sleep out of them. Mr. Lancer, his hands placed firmly upon his hips, was staring straight at me, a slight hint of a glare easily readable. I pursed my lips together and leaned back in my chair, pulling on a strand of hair that was plastered to my face and tucked it behind my ear. I intertwined my fingers together and gave Mr. Lancer a feeble smile.

"I know that the concept of Romeo and Juliet is enough to put anyone to sleep," He explained sarcastically, placing a copy of the book on his desk. "But I would appreciate it if you would try to focus on the subject."

I restrained from rolling my eyes and briefly nodded. Mr. Lancer eyed me for a moment before returning to the lesson. He cleared his throat and picked up the copy of Romeo and Juliet, flipping to a certain page. I stared down at the desk, trying to comprehend what the inscriptions of students who sat here before me wrote.

"Now who can tell me what Friar meant in Act II, scene VI when he said 'These violent delights have violent ends. And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, which as they kiss consume?'" Mr. Lancer's eyes swept over the heads of the classroom, lingering on mine for a brief moment before sighing. "Anyone?" He pursed his lips together and crossed his arms.

"Romeo and Juliet was about forbidden love. Every...touch shouldn't have happened...each kiss made their relationship both deadlier and stronger. It was dangerous for them to be together." The voice sounded too familiar. I snapped my head to the open doorway, and saw a raven haired boy smiling at a gawking Mr. Lancer. Mr. Lancer closed his mouth and nodded, his eyebrows forming a thin line.

"Tha—that's right," Mr. Lancer agreed, still recovering from the shock.

"I erm...hope that this is second period English..." he said, his grip on his book bag tightening.

Mr. Lancer studied his flawless face for a moment before nodding. "Ah...yes! And...and you must be the new student...Mr. Fenton, right?"

"Yes, sir." Danny nodded his head. Mr. Lancer nodded as well.

"You don't look familiar. Are you new?"

"Yes, sir."

"Thank you for joining us from...?" Mr. Lancer inquired Danny.

"Chicago," I muttered to myself. If my eyes hadn't deceived me, I would have sworn that Danny's eyes flickered to mine. Danny stepped inside the classroom, a slight grin sitting upon his face.

"Chicago," He informed Mr. Lancer, who nodded.

"Ah..." Mr. Lancer sighed. "Wonderful Chicago. Well, Mr. Fenton. You can take a seat right there beside...Mrs. Gray—would you raise your hand please?—and we'll continue with the lesson, shall we?" Danny nodded and walked to the far end of the classroom.

My eyes lingered on the back of his head until he slightly inclined his head and shifted his body position; I was almost fully positive that he had flashed a smile my way this time. I smiled back, but he had already turned around.

The rest of the lesson passed in a blur. My eyes occasionally shifted to the back of Danny's head. I could see Valerie eying Danny, a peculiar expression sitting upon her face. My pencil snapped as I recalled that expression from a few evenings ago when she met Danny. The sound echoed throughout the quiet room, many heads turning their attention from Mr. Lancer's never-ending, monotone speech about the higher qualities of Romeo And Juliet. I kept my eyes fixed upon the clock above the chalkboard, mentally ordering them to turn away.

I watched with disgust as Valerie continuously flirted with Danny, keeping my eyes on his expression. Little bits of pink would frequently appear on his cheeks. I bit my lip. Apparently she didn't care about how this would affect me. Some best friend...

When the bell rang, indicating to go to third period, I hastily gathered up my things and bolted out the door, receiving a stern look from Mr. Lancer as I departed.

"Sam!" I spun around to find Valerie beaming at me as she sped up her pace to walk beside me.

"Why'd you take off so fast?" She asked. I shrugged and readjusted the books in my arms so they wouldn't fall.

"Just wanted to get out of there, I guess." Valerie scoffed.

"You sure it isn't because you're jealous?" My English book crashed to the ground.

"Excuse me?" I asked angrily, bending down to puck up my textbook. "Why would I be jealous of you? You, the one who obviously doesn't care about how other people feel so long as hurting others is for your benefit?" Valerie's narrowed eyes tried to seem angry, yet I could tell that she was satisfied and yet oblivious at the same time.

"Sam, get over yourself! Pam isn't gonna keep this guy for long. The relationship will be through in a few weeks if not days. You and I both know that she hasn't been able to keep a man longer than two months." I gaped at her. I wasn't too fond of Pam, but what she had just said made me feel as if she had just stabbed me with a knife right into my back. I shook my head, my glare showing her how angry and disgusted I was. She slightly flinched.

"Shut up," I muttered to her, swinging my backpack off of my back and stuffing my books into it. I had trouble zipping it up, yet I finally managed to arrange all of the books to fit in my magenta backpack to where I could barely zip it up. "I can talk about Pam like that because I've lived with her for fourteen years. You can't because you only know stuff about her secondhand."

"You're so hypocritical, Sam!" Valerie pointed out as I stood up. I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever." Valerie bid me a bitter good-bye as she departed down C Hall to go to math; I continued down the hall to head to History, one of my least favorite subjects to attend to. I readjusted my book bag so it would feel more comfortable on my shoulder, only to find my books sprawled on the floor at my feet.

I groaned and plopped on the ground, examining my now ripped back pack.

"Probably from over-stuffing it for the past four years..." I thought to myself as I gathered up my books. I could hear the snickers of students as they passed by me, examining my bad luck.

"You...dropped this."

His voice startled me; I hadn't been expecting anyone to offer to help, let alone him. His grin was lively and sincere as he handed me my Biology book and broken book bag.

"Oh...thanks..." I tucked the book and bag under my arm.

"Do you need any help with those? I'll help you take some to your locker...First day students apparently get to be tardy to classes," Danny asked casually. I shook my head. I had almost forgotten that Danny would have been starting school at Casper High this week, my anger at Valerie (still puzzled by her talk about feelings) consuming most of my time. I was known to hold a grudge.

"Nah, it's okay." He raised an eyebrow, but I ignored his silent questioning. "Thanks, though. I can probably manage until lunch."

Danny chuckled. I waited for him to stand up, yet he remained to squat.

"So, how are you liking Casper so far?" I asked to be polite. H hall wasn't that far away.

"It's a whole lot better than my old school." He threw me a grin.

"It's only the end of second period."

"Yeah, but the people here are...nice." My grin faded. Was he talking about Valerie? Had they met up before school and she gave him that promised tour?

"You know, Sam," Danny said softly. I looked up from the ground to observe his face and find out if he had actually just spoke. I made sure that my face remained blank as he gave me the crooked smile, making my blood rush to my toes once more; my head felt lightheaded. Why did he have that affect on me? I shook that thought out of my mind. Maybe it was just some sort of smile that swept anyone off of their feet; not just me.

"Yeah?" But what Danny was going to say was muted by the tardy bell. Had it been four minutes already?

"Shoot," I muttered to myself as we stood up. "I'd better go before I get into more trouble than I already am. I don't get first-day privileges like you do." He laughed.

"Yeah. I'll see you later, then." He examined my English book and grabbed it from my overloaded stack of books. "I'll hold onto this for you."

I opened my mouth in protest but grinned at the unnecessary politeness.

"Thanks. Erm...I gotta run. Talk to you later...Danny..."

I reluctantly left his side and hurried to H hall, angry yet pleased at having my books dropped at the worst possible time. When I arrived at the classroom, I did my best to act as if I were invisible to reach my seat. I had no such luck, though, considering I still hadn't recovered from having the experience of the hallway (my conversation with both Valerie and Danny made me flustered), and I tripped, causing my books to end up flying all over the classroom. Giggles and whoops rang in my ears from the floor. Mrs. Grenfier, my elderly history teacher with a very short temper, cleared her throat and raised an eyebrow at me. I gave her a sheepish smile and stood up, brushing myself off. I glanced down at my Biology book and kicked it under the nearest desk.

"May I ask what you were doing, Mrs. Manson?" She asked me, folding her bony arms across her chest. I frowned and shrugged.

"I was just--"

"Late," She intervened angrily, steering me toward my desk. "I'll let it slide this time, but don't let it happen again, understand?"

I was shocked. Mrs. Grenfier never allowed anyone to be late whether she played favorites with them or not. I wondered which category I fell it at times.

"Yes, ma'am," I said, still startled, gathered all of my books aside from my Biology one, and sat down in my seat. Mrs. Grenfier returned to teaching her lesson.

"What took you so long?" The boy in the seat beside me asked. I looked over to find a solemn faced Tucker.

Apparently he hadn't gotten over Valerie, if he ever would. I have him a half-hearted smile and extended my foot out to stomp my boot onto my Biology book from the seat in front of me. Dash Baxter, one of the dumbest yet athletic students in school, turned around and glared at me.

"Stop playin' footsies, Manson," The blond haired quarterback accused.

I rolled my eyes.

"I'm trying to get my book from under your chair. Do you think that you can manage getting it for me without being rude?" I asked through clenched teeth. Dash rolled his eyes and retrieved my book.

"Thanks," I said bitterly as he thrust it onto my desk.

"So?" Tucker pressed on.

"My book bag fell apart on me," I informed him idly.

"Oh," He said. "I saw you talking to...never mind."

I cast him a sympathetic smile.

"Hey, if it makes you feel any better, I'm more mad at her than I've ever been before."

"Why?" Tucker whispered as Mrs. Grenfier walked past us. "What happened this time?"

"Nothing, we...just...she doesn't respect my boundaries is all."

Tucker snickered. "I didn't know you had boundaries..." Tucker muttered to himself. I rolled my eyes.

"So...Danny came here today," I informed him absently, yet the thought made me excited.

Tucker nodded.

"Yeah. He had first period with me." I watched as Mrs. Grenfier passed our row of desks again, still talking.

"You can't be mad at him just because--"

"I never said I was mad at him. Just because Valerie..." His voice drifted off and remained silent, turning his head to the chalkboard. I heaved him a sympathetic sigh and smiled. He ignored it and tapped his pencil on his desk, the tap tap to a certain beat that sounded too familiar.

"Now," Mrs. Grenfier announced loudly, causing me to jump. "The French Rev--" But her words were drowned out by the sound of a loud and continuous beeping from the hallway. All remained quiet until realization .

The Casper High School's Ghost Alarm.

Gasps echoed throughout the classroom, a shriek from the other side. Mrs. Grenfier clamped her mouth shut and darted as fast as her bony legs could carry her to the door to peer out of it and bolted it shut, turning around to face the class with a pale face. Despite my fear, I scoffed. As if a locked door could keep a ghost out of the classroom.

"Everybody--" Mrs. Grenfier began but a loud BOOM entered the classroom, muting her words.

I could feel Tucker shaking beside me, though my eyes were clenched together so I couldn't be sure if it was him or me. I opened one eye to find a snow white haired boy burst into the room. He had his arms crossed over his face, grunting in pain. I bit my lip as he was flung against the wall. I knew I should have scampered out of my seat and headed for the closest exit like all of the other students, but I was paralyzed with fear, unable to do any movement but blink.

The wall that Tucker and I were closest to began to tremble before collapsing into a heap of rubble, a large ghost with weaponry plastered all over his torso and legs, a lively grin dancing across his face, appeared out of thin air. I opened both eyes and gasped as he raised a bulky arm, a gun looking weapon now pointed at the ghost boy. My eyes darted to him, but he had already disappeared. The weaponed ghost raised an eyebrow, baffled at the ghost boy's absence.

It all happened very fast, then.

The Amity Phantom appeared behind the large ghost and threw him against the floor. The weaponed ghost kicked the ghost boy off of him, causing him to land on a row of desks in front of the classroom, making the desks to crash to the floor. Shards of wood flew my way, so I threw myself to the ground. I glanced up, looking for any trace of Tucker, but he had disappeared. I was alone, on the ground, arms thrown over my head as if I were in a tornado instead of a ghost attack, with the two ghosts in the room.

"What do you want?" The younger ghost asked. The fighting seemed to have ceased, my pulse very slowly seemed to calm.

"I have a mission to complete," the large ghost stated, blasting an ecto-blast at the Amity Phantom who barely missed it. I could feel the heat of the blast on my face as it blew up desks just yards away. 'Phantom's' eyes drifted from the blast to my face, and his neon green eyes widened.

"Does this mission involve trying to blast me to pieces in any way, Skulker?" He asked, inching closer to me so I would be obscured by the larger ghost.

"No." Skulker chuckled.

"Then what is it?" The Amity Ghost asked through clenched teeth.

"I need to LEAVE! MOVE, Sam!" I ordered to myself in my head."Just run through the hole in the wall and get outside—anything! Don't stay here!" But my mental orders were futile.

"As if I would tell you, you pathetic whelp," Skulker said as he tossed what looked like a grenade at 'Phantom.' He pushed me closer to the window, away from the grenade, yet I screamed as Skulker disappeared right before it exploded.

"Sam? Please...please wake up. Come on...please wake up..."

My head ached. My shoulders were stiff and it hurt to breathe. I groaned as I opened my eyes, only to clench them back together as the painful sunlight streamed through my eyelids.

"Are you okay?" A honeysuckle scent wafted through my nostrils. I knew that voice... I grunted in response to his answer.

"Please...open your eyes..."

I reluctantly obeyed and found myself propped up against a tree in the park and stifled a gasp. Did I just imagine that voice...the scent?

The ghost boy was crouching beside me, his gloved hand brushing my bangs out of my face. He sighed in relief and let his hand drop to the ground. I sat upright, gazing out at the empty park, baffled at where I was.

"Wha--?"

"You...tripped on your way out of the school and..." The white haired boy drifted off, shaking his head. I knew he was lying the instant I saw his expression. "Are you okay? I think you might have a concussion..." I rested my head against the tree bark, lifting an arm to touch my head. I couldn't feel a bump, and I could remember every detail very clearly. If I did have a concussion, it might have been very small.

My headache seemed to die down, yet the surging pain through my body was still lively.

"Yeah...but..." I scanned the empty park once more and groaned. "What time is it?"

"I dunno..." The ghost boy said and shrugged. "Maybe one o'clock...one-thirty..."

My eyes widened. How long had I been unconscious?

"Pam's gonna murder me..." I groaned. The ghost boy seemed to be amused by my situation and chuckled lightly to himself.

"You'll be fine, trust me," He assured. "You want me to take you home?"

I wanted to decline, seeing as Pam would freak if I showed up early for school escorted by a ghost known by the town to be evil. I had known otherwise from our last encounter that he was pure good. I tried to shake my head, but my neck was too sore. Maybe luck would be mine today and Pam would have gone to work today instead of taking the day off with Jack...

"I guess..." The ghost boy effortlessly scooped me up bridal style and took off. He would shift me in his arms occasionally, rubbing his hands against mine. I couldn't help but notice that they were warmer than I was used to, especially seeing as he was a ghost.

The experience of flying was revolting. I clenched my eyes shut, now scared out of my mind that maybe the citizens of Amity Park were correct that 'Inviso-Bill' was in fact evil. I gripped the sanity part of my brain that proved them wrong. He saved my life twice now; he couldn't be evil. My stomach quenched as he dove down and back up again, my hands, cupped around his neck, were shaking violently as if I were convulsing.

Eventually I calmed down when I opened my eyes to find that we were flying past Casper High, where I was positive that all the students were assembled in the auditorium for a 'mandatory study session' until the parents arrived to pick up their children at the end of school. I recalled all of those times, covering my head with my face as Tucker and Valerie tried to calm me down. Each time a ghost attacked during school I had to be dragged out. It seemed to me that there was something about them...hypnotizing, maybe, that seemed to make me immobile. I sighed as I watched firetrucks pull away from the school, realizing that the only damage done was just a broken wall. I was a scaredy cat. The ghost boy turned to the direction of my neighborhood.

I was confused. Did I tell him where I lived? My head ached. Maybe I did...yet I was sure that we hadn't said anything while up in the air. I hesitantly let one hand gripped around his neck go and brushed a strand of my hair from my face, only to discover that this was a mistake. His uptight grip upon me loosened, and it scared me. Was he about to let me go? He turned into my neighborhood, only to stop in mid-air.

"How do you know where I live?" I asked quietly. My voice was cracked from the fear of being up so high. The ghost boy hesitated for a moment before answering.

"I...erm..." He cleared his throat. "Made sure...that one ghost attack...I...made sure that you...got home safe." His answer came out as more of a question, but maybe I was just being paranoid.

"Oh..." I said, slightly flattered by the fact that somebody cared enough to make sure that I arrived at home safely and that he remembered an event that happened three months ago. "I see."

The Amity Ghost gave me a brief smile before scanning the rooftops of houses.

"Which one is yours?" I chuckled and pointed to one whose lawn was overgrown with leaves and gnomes. He nodded and set me down gingerly on the sidewalk just feet away from the front door. I stood there for a moment to regain my balance. The flying had given me a whooping sensation in my head. When I turned around to thank him, the phantom had vanished.

Pam wasn't home, thankfully. When I arrived at the front door I searched for my house key that I normally kept in my pocket, but it was gone. My skirt had rips and holes in it, and a small hole had produced in my pocket. Angrily I bent down to retrieve one of the spare keys kept under the empty flower pot. My legs throbbed with pain as I stood back up and walked inside of the house, plopped onto the couch and closed my eyes, too lazy and weak to even think about attempting to walk to my room. The scene in H hall played in my mind over and over.

The large ghost that was called Skulker (I could have sworn I saw his face before) bursting through the wall, the scamper of students unlocking the door to the hallway, many running out of the large gaping hole in the wall, and me, paralyzed with fear, too stupid and awestruck to move. The fighting of the ghost boy and Skulker, and the grenade going off, causing everything fading to black...

"Shh! Be quiet! Samantha is sleeping!"

"Oh, right, sorry!" I shifted in my position on the couch. Two familiar voices were filtering through from the kitchen. I recognized one of them immediately as Pam's shushing a voice that I hadn't heard in quite sometime. Despite my weakness, I sat up bolt right and leaned forward to peer into the open kitchen. Pam smacked her forehead at my appearance.

"Hi, sweetie!" She said with a bright smile. I kept my face blank until another figure emerged from behind the row of cabinets.

"Pam, do you have any real plates?" I grinned and scampered off the couch, but slowed down. My legs were still sore, and my unintended nap on the couch hadn't helped my back or neck.

"Jeez, Maddie," I said, leaning up against the kitchen's door's frame. "You've been away for a month and you forget all about Pam's salary."

Maddie bumped into the recycling bin beside the trash can and beamed at me, her orange-red hair dangling just below her chin. A reproachful look glinted behind her large blue eyes.

"I'm sorry, Sam!" Maddie said, throwing her arms around me. I winced at both the sudden rush of pain and human contact. I couldn't remember the last time I had allowed someone to hug me without forcibly pushing them away the second their skin touched mine. "Did I wake you up?"

"No," I said against her chest. Maddie seemed to realize my restraint to pull away and released me. I breathed in a sigh of relief and massaged my shoulder. "What brings you here?" I asked, throwing a look to Pam, who turned her back on me to chop the carrots that were a part of dinner.

"I was in the neighborhood..." Maddie said, now examining me as if I were one of her experiments. Maddie was a scientist, though what she specified in was a mystery to me. She kept so many things to herself. I wasn't sure if her daughter, Jazz, knew what she was up to.

"You haven't changed a bit, Sam."

I looked down at my basic, though now ripped up, attire: black tank top and plaid skirt, purple tights, and, to top off the dark theme, large combat boots that I had to work for three months to pay for. I gave her a sheepish grin.

"It's only been a few weeks..." I muttered.

Pam jerked her head up from the carrots and fast walked to the door. I gave Maddie a puzzled glance. She shrugged. The pain was lifting now, and all I longed to do was lie in my bed and force the unwanted events of today out of my mind.

"How was school, Sammykins?" Pam asked me. My stomach dropped. Did she know? Usually when a ghost attacked Casper High the school waited until the area was 100 free of ghosts before releasing the students; and we were rarely let out of school before three-thirty when this happened.

"Erm...you know...same old, same old...why do you ask?"

"Because Jack called." I gulped. What did Danny tell him?

"He said Danny had his first day at Casper High." The tension filled in my lungs began to ooze out.

"Oh...yeah. He—he's in my English class." Pam nodded and dumped the chopped up carrots into a bowl.

"He said he had a great first day..." Pam said with a smile. I shifted my weight from one boot to the other.

"I'd better go to my room now...loads of...homework...to attend to..." I groaned to myself as I watched Pam absently nod while rinsing off the carrots. My school books were probably toast by now...along with everyone else's in the class... .

"Sam!" Maddie called as I walked out of the kitchen, holding the door open. I spun around. "Don't make plans for tomorrow!"

"Why not?" I dug my hands into the pockets of my skirt.

"Pam's boyfriend is taking us all out to eat tomorrow night."

"Again!" I shrieked angrily, furrowing my brow in exasperation. I could faintly hear Pam mutter to Maddie about what a burden I could. I didn't care, though. I was fully aware that my beliefs angered Pam more than intended (an added bonus for me).

"Yes, Samantha, again. Be thankful that he invited you after the way you behaved the last time." A smirk ran across my face as an idea popped into my mind. "Where are we going?" Maddie asked Pam casually. "Sherley's Gardens. They. Serve. Vegeh. Tear. Ian. Things. There." She pronounced each syllable loud and precisely as if I had hearing problems, glaring at me. "And you are going to eat and not. Cause. A. Scene!" My smirk disappeared.

"Don't I always?" I asked. The corners of Maddie's mouth twitched. Apparently Pam had told her about the last dinner 'fiasco' as Pam liked to call it.

"Go do your homework," Pam ordered bitterly.

I kept the ghost attack to myself, sure that Maddie would analyze each bit of useless information I would give. The last time that I announced a ghost attacked Casper High she interrogated me for endless hours, breaking down a two minute story.

I obeyed my mother and walked out of the kitchen, my spirits now high. Although I was bruised and cut, the pain seemed to have evaporated as I turned into the hallway, a deviant grin upon my face.

((Author's Note: Heh, I tried to make this fluffy, but instead it turned out weird and horrible. And rushed. This is sort of confusing since I rushed on some parts and was really detailed on others. So to clear it up for you: Sam had a fight with Val, there was a ghost attack, Sam got caught in a grenade thingy, Danny Phantom saved her and flew her home, then Maddie comes into the story and you can kind of guess everything that is going to happen next.And uhm...I dunno what CHS does with the kids when there's a ghost attack. I just assume that they put the kids in the auditorium for a study hall like thing and wait until all is clear to leave. I honestly don't know.Okay, okay! I broke my promise! Sue me, why don't you? I PROMISE I won't critic myself on the next chapter no matter HOW bad it is! Please don't flame this chapter. I'm aware that it is suckish and rushed and really weird, so before you say 'wtf why didn't Sam just LEAVE?' I would like to add that she has a huge fear of ghosts IN THIS STORY ONLY and she was too paralyzed with fear. I don't want to sound mean, and I know I do, but I can't help it.
DO NOT FLAME ME ON THIS CHAPTER! I BEG OF YOU! I KNOW IT STUNK! I AM AWARE OF THAT YOU DO NOT NEED TO POINT IT OUT TO ME!Man, I sound mean. . I HATE it when I sound mean! . Ah, well, you were stuck with another long chappy, eh?
Chapter Five:The next chapter is full of...rage...confessions...and...CHERRY TOMATOES?

So I went into town today and I was deciding about what to do with If We Kiss when this story in DANNY'S point of view popped into mind! Too egotistical, I know, but it made me squeal. I dunno, just something I thought would be kinda cute. Should I do it? -.- No? Gah, okay. I'll keep the first chapter I wrote in the car to myself heh.Chapter Five: Cherry Tomatoes (FINALLY a chapter title that doesn't give anything away!) Amazingly enough, that was a one-shot idea of mine. Hehe.Please leave a kind review so you can get FIVE COOKIES! And a cosmic brownie...(shifty eyes) maybe. Teehee.

EDIT: I may be unavailable to update within the next five days or so. One of my family members died today, but I will come back if I don't update within five days or more with plenty of material better than this stinky chapter.

FS))