beforehand

1) peer editing. not something i likea do, but with no beta, teh compie no corrects muh mistakes. yes, that sentence was intentionally typed mistakenly, just to prove my point. what i'm getting at with this is, i found a few errors in chapter eight and correct them now - I did spell migraine right, and it still hasn't gone away (oh joy). Ember is a pop diva, not a pop dive (as funny as that may sound). Jack is a klutz, not a clutz (yes, when spelled correctly, it's an actual word). Predatorial isn't even a word, but I meant it to mean like possessive and or defensive (blame the migraine). Jazz was being ridiculous, not rediculous, the stove was set at the allotted temperature, and Danny flew through the ceiling, not the cieling.

2) the title of this chapter is not only the title, but an actual question. where is this story going? i have an idea of what's going to happen in the long run, but working up to that point is not as easy as you may think. I know in a recent chapter i mentioned that suggestions from my reviewers are welcome, but what i meant was I would really like some suggestions from my reviewers! and I mean non-shower-scene suggestions DX

shoutouts

gabriella phantom - XD I don't know if the Phantom is that possessive... or maybe he is...? i actually hate pancakes, but the fentons strike me as a family who likes pancakes. XD don't ask. i drank an entire bottle of coffee milk before i wrote this. i've yet to decide if his parents should find out, but i don't personally like the idea.

Nayias - Yeah... I wasn't sure if I should have him hurt him or leave him but then I thought about it. be destroyed at the hands of the one you love and go on to be a wandering soul, or live in pain and despair and lonliness... or try to fix it all and end up accidentally comitting suicide XD are you really? well, i'm glad i wasn't an annoyance at least! i used to use YaoiruY as my username and couldn't figure out how to tell people to pronounce it x.x thank you so much for your words, they mean a lot to me! oh, and POCKY! -loves you forever-

Mr. Snuffles - Don't they:-)

NOTICE

This is sort of an interluding chapter, which is why it's labeled below as chapter 8 ½. I'm seriously in a rut, here, and I do not want to let down all my beloved readers, so please help me out here. help me help you -cute pleading expression-

disclaimer

danny phantom is not mine do da do da ... i know, it's a sad song

Silent Departure

Chapter 8 ½ - Where is This Going? ((Danny Phantom's POV))

I sit on the edge of the bed, looking down at him. It's not strange to wake up and find him on the floor. Half the time I tell him he should just go to sleep there in the first place, but he never listens. He prefers laying in the bed where we're forced to be close to one another, as if I would deny him the opportunity if we had the space for me to. There's a soft knock at the door. "It's Jasmine," she calls, "Can I come in?"

"Are you alone?" I ask. Rather be safe than sorry.

"Of course," she opens the door slowly. "Danny still asleep?"

I look at her a moment, "No, he just enjoys laying sprawled on the floor in his pajamas."

She gives me the sort of half-smirk Daniel had given me when I was mocking him yesterday. "Well it's about time to wake him up. I noticed that you're dressed already."

I pull at the black and white shirt. "This is the only outfit I own."

"No pajamas?" she blinks. I raise an eyebrow at her.

"Where is this conversation going?"

"...Nowhere. Nevermind," she walks towards Daniel, grabs the blanket which is messily about him, and yanks it up. Were it not for the pillow beneath his head (which I'd placed there earlier after he fell back to sleep), he probably would have hit his head on the floor. "Get up, sleepyhead! You only have 25 minutes until we have to leave for school." she and I watch as he sits up groggily. "Come on, I'm driving you, Sam, and Tucker to school today, remember?"

"Yeah, last night," he replies sleepily. I stand behind him and lift him to his feet.

"Up, love. Stand up. You can do it," I coach teasingly. I can't stay mad at him, he's too adorable. Besides, it's not his fault he had a nightmare. He gives the half smirk.

"I'm up. You can let go now."

"Do I have to?" I ask softly, wrapping my arms tighter around his waist.

"Yes..." he says, slight reluctance in his voice. He glances at Jasmine and blushes lightly. "I need to get dressed for school!"

"That requires getting out of these clothes first," I purr, lifting the side of his shirt. Jasmine glances back, shuts our door, and leans against the frame patiently. I grin deviously at her over Daniel's shoulder. She taps her wrist to say that we don't have much time, and I roll my eyes. Swift as I can, I pull Daniel's pajama shirt off, turn him around to face me, and kiss him. He whines, most likely in frustration and embarrasment, but my emitting a soft, possessive growl in response is enough to silence him. I slip my thumbs under the brim of his pajama pants and push down ever so slightly. As much as he doesn't want to, he puts his hands between us and shoves me off, blushing furiously.

"ENOUGH!" there's a tiny squeak in his voice. "That's not fair! Get out, both of you!"

Myself laughing and Jasmine rolling her eyes, we obey.