SPLEE. I'm back. And the code word was this:
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HA! It was hey! Bet none of you saw THAT coming! BOO-YAH! AND EVEN THOUGH NONE OF YOU GOT IT-COOKIES FOR EVERYONE! YAAAAY!
Sweet! Four reviews this time-even though one was done twice by the same person-but dArkliTe-sPirit is way too cool for school anyway.
Dance of the Soul: Seriously, I'm on your favorites list? Ha, wow! I feel really awesome right now. And yeah, I've heard the news the day after it was announced. Uhg, even the new LOST wasn't enough to make me happy about this! Somewhere in ghost zone right now…Ember's crying…and that means no new record! I personally think it's horrible (both the record thing and the cancellation). And yeah, I totally signed the petition once I saw your review-thanks for the heads-up on that thing. Mines number 1640...even though there was 1644 when I signed it- it doesn't make sense, but, whatever. There's almost 2000 last time I checked though! I'll tell you, it's awesome to see how many people are so dedicated to the show, and, who knows, maybe next year's not the end-wait-don't jinx myself! Well, I don't know if this is will work, but since there's something I-or any fan- can do to help, I'm all for it. It happened Family Guy, why not DP?
dArkliTe-sPirit: O my god! I love that smiley XD. SO GOOD! Haha, yes, I did enjoy the nightlight thing myself. Now, if I may quote, you said, "I still don't understand why Danny's having these mood swings." …hmm, so he IS pregnant! HAHA! No, just kidding. But honestly, to answer your question, let me ask one of my own; why wouldn't he be? I mean, the guy just found he's been murdering people though he never knew it, and his friends are planning a stakeout at his house to see who it is! I think he'd probably be a little panicked because he doesn't really know how they'll react to that sort of thing, although most of you may have that "they'll love him no matter what" thing going on. But hey, that's just how I interpretive it. Plus, I added in a nightlight! You can't go wrong with one of those.
the sleep warrior: haha, yes, I spoil most people actually-O M G (haha, internet lingo) I read your profile and I agree! We HAVE to save DP! FOP had a good run, but my favorite boy in black and white spandex has only been with us-not even two years yet! EVIL! Anyway, getting off the depressing stuff, of course I updated them both on the same day, silly-I haven't updated Murder Damage in 34989574985 years! Writers block, you know, terrible thing really. And I thought it would be unfair to update Drive Shaft since I always do, so I waited. Yeah, I know what you mean on the sleep thing. I stayed up till almost one in the morning to finish those chapters….thank god it was Friday when I did that! Anyway, the length COULD have been better…this one will be longer. My brain has the whole story from here planned out perfectly… well, somewhat, there's still a few bugs I gotta fix. My mind is a mind of its own, sleep warrior! It can't be controlled! Like, the story itself, one night, came to me in a dream! And there was peanut butter-PEANUT BUTTER EVERYWHERE! Which probably explains why in Drive Shaft I kept singing that song that involved a dancing banana…oh god, the world we live in is so wrong…and yet, it feels so right.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Leave me be! (HISS!)
Chapter 8
Bitter Rivals
"Alright, Mikey," Mr. Falluca panted heavily, looking at the board. "The first five hundred numbers of pi are 3.1415926535897932384626433832795028841971693993751058209749445923078164062862089986280348253421170679821480865132823066470938446095505822317253594081284811174502841027019385211055596446229489549303819644288109756659334461284756482337867831652712019091456485669234603486104543266482133936072602491412737245870066063155881748815209209628292540917153643678925903600113305305488204665213841469519415116094330572703657595919530921861173819326117931051185480744623799627495673518857527248912279381830119492.…does this answer you're question!"
"Uhg, that's wrong!" Mikey folded his hands. "It's 3.1415926535897932384626433832795028841971693993751058209749445923078164062862089986280348253421170679821480865132823066470938446095505822317253594081284811174502841027019385211055596446229489549303819644288109756659334461284756482337867831652712019091456485669234603486104543266482133936072602491412737245870066063155881748815209209628292540917153643678925903600113305305488204665213841469519415116094330572703657595919530921861173819326117931051185480744623799627495673518857527248912279381830119491. Not a 2 at the end!"
"Does it honestly matter?" The teacher objected as the bell began to ring. "Oh, darn that bell," he muttered under his breath. "No homework tonight….seeing is how we spent the whole period writing down pi!" he sneered at Mikey. The nerd grinned as he quickly dashed out the door along with everyone else. Danny slid out from his desk and grabbed his bag, racing out the door to find someone. Sam. He made his way through the rambunctious crowd of students, putting his hand on the shoulder of the goth he was looking for.
"Uh, hey…got a sec?" he stammered.
"Depends," Sam smirked as she spun around. "Are you planning on throwing a desk at me this time?"
Danny held up his hands in his own defense, forcing a smile. "Promise,"
"Well, what do you need?"
"…We need to talk," Danny hesitated, scratching the back of his neck.
"Alright," she grinned in surprise as she folded her arms. "Talk then,"
"I'm sorry I kinda, lashed out at you guys earlier," he began as the two of them started off down the hallway. "And, well…with all the weirdness that's been happening to me in the last week, I suppose the mood swings are just another side effect,"
Sam rubbed her chin as a devilish grin stretched across her face "Oh, so you are pregnant?" Danny narrowed his eyes. "Oh, come on, you know I'm kidding," she laughed.
"It's not the pregnant joke," Danny bit his lip as he tried to restrain from laughing. "It's-"
"Give Cosmo the pudding," something murmured. Danny sighed, reaching into his pocket and holding the small nightlight in his hands. He quickly turned it over and flick the 'off' button down and shoved It back into his pocket without saying a word.
"It's not the night light-is it?" Sam asked a nervously.
"What-oh, no, it's fine," he told her. "The problem is more along the lines of…the whole, dream thing,"
"Something you found out?"
"Uh, yeah," he replied, a bit taken back at her question. "how'd you know?"
Sam shrugged. She seemed quite calm about it. "Lucky guess?"
"Well," he continued, despite his suspicion. "I sort of have a bit of good news, and bad news,"
"What's the good news?" she asked.
"Well, I've found out who's been causing all of it," Sam stopped dead in her tracks after hearing that. She raised an eyebrow at Danny to see him looking just as surprised as she was.
"…You did?"
"Yeah, but-"
"Well, out with it!" Sam insisted without letting him get in another word. "Who is it?"
Danny sighed, biting his lower lip again. "…That's the bad news," upon saying that, a whirlwind of air came spiraling through the hall. Danny and Sam jerked their heads up into the direction of the cafeteria, only to see students and teacher darting through the halls, shrieking with fear. Danny seemed to smirk in relief that he didn't have to go through with their conversation.
"Uh…I have to…go, do a thing in a place, over-there," he smiled quickly dashing off into the boy's locker room.
"Wow, nice cover-up," she commented. Danny ignored her and glanced around to make sure no one was there. With a flash of blue light, he changed into his alter-ego, flying off to see what all the ruckus was about in the cafeteria.
"I AM THE BOX GHOST!" the pudgy ghost yelled at the lunch lady. "MASTER OF ALL THINGS CUBICAL AND SQUARE-LIKE!"
"Uh, yeah, that's nice," the old women rolled her eyes. "Are you done yet? You've been saying that for and hour now,"
The Box Ghost clenched his fists in anger. "I AM THE BOX GHOST! MY AWESOME MIGHT IS NEVER DONE!"
The ghost boy peeked his head up from the ground, his folding his arms and smiling as he floated into the air. "Oh, how the low the mighty have fallen," he smirked.
"HA!" the ghost laughed. "You thought you could keep me confined in your soup container! That only works on Wednesdays!"
Danny sighed his head into his fist. "It IS Wednesday, your moron-and don't you have a kid or something you gotta watch?"
The box ghost shook his head. "Nah, the wife's back at home taking care of that."
Danny starred at him a moment, shuttering as he took out the Fenton thermos. He held it up to the ghost and with one single press of the 'capture' button, the Box Ghost was gone. "…That is so wrong," Danny shuttered again.
"Uhg, finally," The lunch lady sighed. She looked up at Danny, who was still quite unaware he was still floating in the air. The old women smiled, showing her crooked, yellow teeth and casually leaned against the counter. "So…you single?"
Danny's face stiffened and turned paler than usual as he quickly fazed through the wall. "Thank God, I'm not!" he called after her.
The lunch lady sulked after being shot down and tapped her fingers against the register. "ah, poo,"
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"He what!" Tucker and Valerie both exclaimed at the same time. Sam cringed slightly, rubbing her arm up and down. wow…I really shouldn't have told them that.
"Why didn't he tell us this?" Valerie folded her arms in suspicion.
"Oh, of course you ask me," Sam said sarcastically. "because you and I both know that I totally know the reason. I tap into people's minds, it's what I do!"
Tucker rolled his eyes at the two of them and whipped out the P.D.A from his pocket. "This is all going in the diary,"
"…you have a diary?" Valerie asked.
"Uh-I mean-journal," Tucker grinned nervously. "Dear diary," he whispered to himself. "Today started off to be, like, a total bummer-"
"You do know we can hear every word you're saying-right?" Danny said as he fazed out of the wall. With another flash of blue light, he returned to his normal self, shaking the Fenton thermos and opening his locker.
"Box Ghost?" The three of them all asked at the same time.
"Yep," Danny slammed his locker shut.
Valerie and Tucker quickly stood beside him, blocking both of his exits. "Okay, spill it," Valerie said expressionlessly.
"Spill what?" Danny asked.
"Who's the killer?" Tucker asked anxiously. Danny shot a glance at Sam who grinned nervously as he narrowed his eyes at her.
"…uh, they're really good at guessing?" she stammered.
"No were not, you told us," Tucker reminded her. Sam glared at him and punched his shoulder.
"Shut it," she warned him.
"Well, getting back on topic," Tucker grimaced, still rubbing his arm. "Wh-"
"Uh-the stakeout thing?" Danny cut in quickly. Sam, Tucker and Valerie all raised an eyebrow at him in confusion. All four of them knew exactly what he was suppose to tell them. Danny bit his lip yet again and shoved his hands into his pocket. He wanted to tell them, he truly did, but there was something that stopped him at that moment and he didn't tell them right away. "Is it alright if we don't do that?" he asked nervously, awaiting their answer. "I mean, with all the weirdness that's been happening in the last few days…I kinda need to get away from all of this-if-that's alright with you guys,"
Tucker and Valerie went to open their mouths to ask their real question, but Sam quickly covered their mouths with one hand each and smiled at Danny. "No, that's fine," Sam reassured him as she removed her hands from Tucker and Valerie. "Honestly, whatever's gonna help you with this," Danny smiled at her answer and continued walking down the hall to class. Valerie folded her hands and glared at Sam.
"What the hell was that all about?" she demanded.
"What what was all about?" Sam held her hands to her hips.
"Oh, don't play stupid," Valerie warned her.
"I know what you two were going to ask him," Sam said in her defense. "Danny shouldn't have to tell us something if he doesn't want to, and it's none of your business anyway!"
Valerie widened her eyes, a bit taken back by Sam's response, her eyes now filled with rage. "Just because you're his girlfriend doesn't mean you're the only one who has Danny's best interest at heart- though you think you do, you're still-"
"Don't you ever," Sam stopped her. "Ever, try to lecture me about-"
"Both of you," Tucker said angrily as he stepped between the two of them. "Shut it! It's none of our decisions as to what Danny tells us, so stop it!" Valerie and Sam glared at him, still holding each other's ground. "You both may have his best interest at heart-we all do! But that doesn't mean you have to rival on about! This isn't another one of your contests,"
"Are you crazy? We're not having a contest on anything!" Sam protested. "She's just-"
Tucker held up his hand in front of her face. "Drop it, Sam," Tucker warned her. He lowered his hands and glanced at both of them. "We're Danny's friends, you guys. We're not suppose to be arguing about him, we're suppose to be helping him. And right now, you two are just being stupid about the whole thing!" Sam glanced to the side, wiping off the grimace on her face and felt a bit sympathy. Valerie did the same. Tucker turned to Valerie. "Val, I know you care, but it doesn't mean you have to bitch on about it-and you, Sam," he turned around. "You need to stop being paranoid about everything,"
"Paranoid? What are you talk-"
"You know what I mean," Tucker folded his hands. He then began to loosen up a bit as looked at the two of them again. "So just stop this-for all our sakes,"
Valerie and Sam both sighed. "Fine-"
"Shake on it," Tucker ordered. Sam and Valerie met each others eyes, both of them still narrowed at the other. She hesitated, but Sam held up her hand first. Valerie followed and shook her hand.
"Sorry," Valerie answered coldly as she loosened her grip and let go of Sam's hand. Sam picked up her black backpack off the ground and jerked it onto her back.
"Whatever," she murmured as she stormed down the hall. She knew despite the fact she was with Tucker, Valerie still felt something for Danny. In spite of the way she reacted when she found out he was part ghost…
Valerie still glared were Sam had been and turned to Tucker to see his arms folded. Valerie cocked her head to the side. "What?"
Tucker shrugged and walked down the hall. "Nothing," he answered her. "Nothing at all,"
Oohhh….a bit of rivalry, isn't there! I love it! XD. So, Danny's slipped out of his little stakeout, but things are starting to heat up between Sam and Valerie. Am I evil? I like to think so. Well, I hope you guys enjoyed this and will be back in about a week or so-I'm actually starting to type this faster! YAY!
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