All other A/N at end of chapter, except this: -sings-Happy Birthday to Me! I'm nineteen hundred and forty three (no I am not forty three silly), Happy Birthday dear Meeeee! Happy Birthday to Me!

Of course I can't upload at the moment! Why WHY WHY…on today of ALL days does this site decide to go loopy on me? AGHH!

Chapter Three

Tucker Foley surveyed his packed bags sitting on his bedroom floor and contemplated for the millionth time if he should just unpack and stay. Tomorrow Sam was going to be undergoing surgery and Tuck felt he needed to be around, just in case. Not that he could do anything other than sit and wait with Danny.

The Techno Geek's family, though really rather comfortable financially, would not be able to send him all the way through college without feeling the financial strain. Tucker knew he would need scholarships to pad the way, and this trip and course of study would set him up for all sorts of grants, financial aid and scholarships. This opportunity was a pivot point in his life. He felt very guilty for not being able to give it up.

Danny showed up in the Techno Geek's room a few hours before Tucker had to leave. The ghost boy sat playing video games while Tucker stood and pondered his worries, and went over his packing checklist.

"Can I borrow this game while your gone?" Danny asked just to get on Tucker's nerves, and snap his friend out of his dark reverie. Danny knew that Tucker hated lending out any of his toys, he wasn't very good at sharing, such was the mark of an only child.

"Yeah," Tucker said still suffering from pangs of guilt. "But only if you promise to return it in the same condition you borrowed it in."

"Awesome," Danny said then snickered to himself feeling guilty for taking advantage of Tucker's state of mind, almost.

Tucker shook his head as he sat down on his bed. "I don't think I should go Danny," he said again. Butterflies were fluttering in his stomach and he felt homesick already. He was in terror worrying about Sam and didn't want Danny to fend for himself.

Danny put down the game controller and turned to look at Tuck. He felt a horrible pang of missing Sam, mostly because talking about feelings and crap, well that was Sam's job. She'd be able to make Tucker feel better for leaving, if not forcibly make him go. Danny briefly thought about calling on Jazz to help, but decided he needed to stop being a jerk and step up to the plate and be as good a friend to Tucker as Tucker had always been to him.

"You don't have to worry about anything," Danny told his friend. "I mean it's not like we can be there for Sam right now. All we can do is wait and hope she pulls through everything all right. You'll be in contact with her there as well as here."

Tucker patted the messenger, the little device Sam had given him, which was never off of his person and nodded in agreement. Danny smiled. He didn't know if Tucker's attachment to the little gadget was due to his attachment to Sam or his attachment to little electronic devices. Danny decided it was better not to think to deeply about it. After all, his own messenger never left his side either, and his attachment to the device raised the exact same questions, except Danny was never really attached to technological doodads like Tucker was.

"And if you're worrying about me, don't. I'm a big boy Tuck. I don't need you or Sam to hold my hand while I deal with ghosts." Danny said as he picked up the controller again. "I need to learn to handle things on my own. You're going to want a life someday."

"I already have a life," Tucker said defensively.

"Okay," Danny said as he gave his friend a strange look. "Sure you do."

"I don't think my definition of a life and your definition of a life are the same," Tucker began to rant.

"Yeah," Danny agreed as he broke Tucker off mid speech. "But where are the girls? We have no girls in our lives."

"What?" Tucker yelled. "We have Sam."

Danny snorted. "Sam's not a girl!" Tucker gave him an angry look so Danny clarified. "At least not in that sense of the word."

"You better never say that to Sam," Tucker warned.

"Why not?" Danny asked. "I think she'd agree."

"Because you're totally clueless Danny," Tucker answered shortly. Danny shrugged his shoulders and smiled.

"Man it's a good thing I'm getting away from you," Tucker finally said. "I sometimes think your lack of functioning brain cells is rubbing off on me." Danny laughed then kept Tucker cheerful and positive until his mother called him to get ready to go to the airport. If Tucker was in his right mind, Danny knew he would agree with him about the girls one hundred percent, so Danny was a little worried knowing Tuck was having an extremely difficult time.

Danny picked up one of Tucker's suitcases and groaned. "What do you have in here Tuck? Rocks? Or a whole case of meat?" Tucker shot Danny an almost guilty look which caused Danny to nearly fall down laughing. He wouldn't put it past Tucker to pack all sorts of cured meats in his bag.

Tucker had several more moments of uncertainty as he climbed into the car and looked at Danny. "If something happens while I'm gone."

"It won't be your fault," Danny assured his friend.

Tucker nodded his head then sighed and told Danny. "I'll message you later."

"I'll be waiting," Danny laughed then waved as his friend drove away.

"Well it's just you and me," he said to himself. "Now what are we going to do with ourselves?" He started walking down the street.

"Hey!" he said, still talking to himself. "How does The Nasty Burger sound?"

"Great!" He answered then laughed at himself. A joking sign of craziness was answering yourself when talking to yourself. He had to face facts. He was crazy.

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Danny was sitting in a booth at The Nasty Burger, consuming a large chocolate shake when Dash and Kwan wandered in. He watched the jocks for a few moments, hoping that he'd be able to escape without setting off their vulnerability radar.

He could slide under the table and disappear. It would be no problem using his ghost powers to escape the potential bullying of the two bullies, but Danny wanted to depend on himself, not his powers. He frowned as he looked up and saw Kwan pointing to him. A sadistic grin grew on Dash's face and the pair walked to Danny's table.

"I hear your friends abandoned you," Dash said as he towered over Danny.

"Cause you stink," Kwan said lamely. Dash sent his friend a withering look then sat down on one side of the booth while Kwan sat on the other effectively trapping Danny between them.

"We're going to be your new best friends now," Dash said menacingly.

"I don't think so Dash," Danny said. "If you don't mind I have to go."

"Oh no," Dash said as he gave Danny a wide eyed look of horror. "And what happens if you get there a little…or a lot late, and ruffed up a little, or a lot?" Danny frowned and decided he could name drop for the sake of saving his butt.

"Then Jazz will come after you with a vengeance," Danny answered. "You don't want to mess with my sister guys." Kwan and Dash looked at each other for a minute.

"So if you will excuse me," Danny said as he made is way past Kwan, the lesser of the two evils.

"We will catch you later Fen turd," Dash called then burst into laughter as Kwan kicked out his foot and tripped Danny, causing the ghost boy to fall to the floor. Danny ignored their laughter as he stood, dusted himself off, then walked out of The Nasty Burger like nothing happened.

He let out a deep breath as he stepped outside. A warm breeze hit him and he closed his eyes for a moment. He shouldn't take his time. Getting away from Dash and Kwan was a priority. He walked away as quickly as he could without actually running. The last thing he need was for one of the jocks to look out the window and witness his flight for his life.

One thing that completely sucked, was having tremendous powers, yet still having to put up with the bullying. If Danny were as large as his father, then he doubted that Dash and Kwan would bother him. The Ghost Boy cursed the fact that he was small, though he had grown a great deal in the last few months. He was taller now but still incredibly skinny, despite how much he ate. Danny just hoped that genetics would bite him in the butt and let him really end up as large as his father. Jack Fenton was intimidating though. Danny Fenton was a joke. Of course, Danny held the intimidation factor in his ghost form, and maybe that was enough. Unfortunately, it didn't do anything against Dash and Kwan when they were in their super sadistic moods.

Danny was considering changing to his ghost form and wreaking a little havoc upon Dash and Kwan when the messenger in his pocket began beeping.

"Sam," Danny hissed. Did the Goth girl have some type of radar which went off anytime he had plans to use his ghost powers unscrupulously? He flipped the device open and smiled.

"So did I catch you about to do something I wouldn't approve of?" the message read.

"How do you always know?" Danny typed as he sat down on a nearby bench.

"Because I know how you are, you jerk," Sam answered.

"But you love me despite it all right?" Danny chuckled as he typed.

"I'll always love you no matter what," Sam replied.

"Thanks," Danny typed.

"Truthfully though, Tucker sent me a message and told me I needed to check on you. Is everything all right?" Sam asked.

"Things are fine," Danny answered, not knowing what else to say. He didn't want to tell her about his encounter with Dash and Kwan, she'd only worry.

"Tucker told me about the Fenton Burrito Maker," Sam typed. "I am really disappointed that I didn't get to see that!"

Danny laughed and shook his head. "You're a sadistic witch aren't you?" he asked. Sam's reply made him chuckle and he ended up staying on the bench chatting with Sam for over an hour.

When Sam finally had to go, Danny sighed. He was far more lonely than he wanted to admit, and though his chat with Sam was meant to make him feel better, he only felt worse. He'd always been grateful for Sam and Tucker, he just didn't realize exactly how important they were to him until they were gone.

Jazz was waiting for Danny as he entered the house. She was giving him a worried look which irritated the heck out of him.

"Tucker leave already?" she asked anxiously watching Danny's face.

"Yup," Danny answered then sighed in exasperation as Jazz followed him up the stairs and into his room.

"I sabotaged the Fenton Burrito Maker," Jazz told him. She pushed through the door Danny tried to in her face.

"Why?" Danny asked tiredly.

"I didn't think you needed the stress of worrying about it," Jazz answered.

"That was a waste of time," Danny said. "Dad will only fix it."

Jazz shook her head as she closed the door and leaned against it. "No he won't. He's already discarded it and moved on to a new project. This one a little less dangerous to your ghostly self I'm hoping."

"Still," Danny pointed out. "A waste of time. He'll never touch it again. He'll forget it exists."

"Danny!" Jazz complained. "You could at least thank me for looking out for your well being."

"But I don't need you to look out for me Jazz," Danny said as he took off his shoes and laid down on his bed and closed his eyes.

"What are you doing?" Jazz asked.

Danny opened one eye and looked at his sister for a moment. "What does it look like? I'm taking a nap, or trying to."

"Sleeping too much," Jazz lectured. "Is a sign of depression."

"I'm just tired," Danny said grumpily. "Now get out of here before I blast you with ectoplasm!"

"Fine!" Jazz said. "But don't sleep too long. I've talked Mom into letting me have kitchen so I'm cooking today. I'm expecting you downstairs to help me."

"Fine," Danny said as he put a pillow over his head. "Just let me sleep for awhile." Jazz said nothing else as she left the room. Once Danny was sure she was gone he closed his eyes and fell into a rather deep slumber until Jazz forced him to wake up and eat. He played cards with her until she finally sent him off to bed. Life was going to be very boring if he had to hang out with Jazz all summer.

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Danny woke up at three am with the messenger beeping at him angrily. "If that's you Tuck," he said out loud. "I'm going to kill you." But it wasn't Tucker. It was Sam. She was upset and nervous and wanted Danny to get the phone so she could call him. Danny complied with her request and ended up talking with her until dawn, and she only hung up because it was time to prepare for surgery.

He had to admit, he was just as nervous about Sam's surgery as she was, maybe more so, only he didn't have to go through the hard part like she did. He looked at the clock. Her surgery was due to start at eight. He had to do something to keep himself occupied, and talking to Tuck would only make him feel more nervous. Danny needed a way to work all his nervous energy out. Then the brilliant, or not so brilliant idea of venturing into The Ghost Zone struck him. The ghosts attacked him enough on his ground, maybe it might be good to take the fight to their turf, he'd done it lots of times before, but usually only with Tuck and Sam as back up.

Danny knew it wasn't wise to go into The Ghost Zone alone. He'd done it a few times and escaped by the skin of his teeth. His powers had increased since then, so he figured he'd be able to handle the darker ghosts better on his own. He left his messenger, the connection to Sam, on his nightstand. He didn't want to take it with him for fear it would get shorted out in The Ghost Zone. To be safe, he left a cryptic note for Jazz that only she'd understand then changed into his ghost form, phased downstairs and disappeared through the portal.

The Ghost Zone was always eerily quiet. The green swirling shapelessness had always made Danny think of ectoplasm. He wondered if all the green glowing shapelessness was ectoplasm after all, though he didn't want to venture far enough into The Ghost Zone to explore that theory.

Danny sped past door after door. Tucker, Sam and himself had mapped out enough of The Ghost Zone to know where many of the doors went. He knew to stay clear of the red doors and most of the purple. Usually there were very unpleasant creatures lurking behind those crayon colored doors. Green doors were usually a safer bet, but not always. It was usually the luck of the draw.

The ghost boy veered up as high he approached Skulker's Lair. The last thing he wanted today was a fight with the hunter. It was true he was looking for a fight, but not with Skulker of all ghosts. He was so sick of fighting Skulker, the idiot never gave up. He was a thorn in Danny's side that just didn't seem to want to go away, but at least not as irritating as The Box Ghost.

Danny looked over his shoulder after Skulker's Lair was well behind him. He wasn't being followed, so he relaxed a little then wondered why he hadn't happened across any other ghosts yet. Usually, Kempler was out and about, or even The Box Ghost.

Looking up, Danny saw that he was approaching a great castle. He considered visiting Dora, she was possibly the only ghost he was on good terms with, thanks mostly to Sam, but his mood was too foul and he didn't want to risk harming the tentative friendship he had with the dragon ghost.

Danny circled around the castle a few times before flying deeper into The Ghost Zone, noting when he passed by the door which marked the end of the mapped boundaries. He'd never been this far into the swirling nothingness, and he was pleased with the thought of getting lost, and not knowing where he was. He actually relished the thought of losing himself in The Ghost Zone for awhile.

"Maybe I can forget who and what I am," Danny said to himself, ignoring the way his voice echoed through the nothingness as he flew. He decided to fly faster, to test his speed, and was soon zooming along at a pace that reduced him to nothing more than a black streak to those who happened to be watching.

Without warning Danny slammed into something. It was large. Like a gigantic brick wall. He put his hand on the top of his head to stop the spinning and blinked his eyes to try to rid his vision of the stars twinkling in his site.

"Whoa," he said as he looked at the large mirror now floating before him. He looked at his reflection and frowned. "Where did this come from?"

He had been watching where he was going. This mirror hadn't been there, it just appeared suddenly. He started to go over it but found quickly that he was boxed in.

"Oh great, now I have to sit here and look at my reflection all day," he said then decided to try phasing through the mirror. He reached forward and touched the glass only to find it to be a shifting liquid that moved around his touch in circular waves. He put his hand up to the liquid and tried to look through his reflection to what may be laying beyond the mirror. His reflection was smiling at him. Danny frowned and the reflection still smiled. He started to take his hand away from the mirror by his image reached out and grabbed his hand.

"Let me go!" Danny growled as his mirror image stepped out of the mirror and looked around."

"og em teL!" his mirror image mocked. Danny pushed the creature back toward the mirror and it smiled at him.

"I wouldn't touch him if I were you," Another voice called, and another Danny walked from the mirror at Danny's back. Danny spun and looked at his other image and frowned.

"Why aren't you talking backward?" Danny asked.

"Because I came from the reflection of his reflection," the reflection answered.

Danny scratched his head in confusion and looked up. He was worried that a version of him would come out of the remaining two walls, and maybe from above and below as well. He didn't think he could deal with six different versions of himself.

"I always wanted to master the duplication trick," he said, "But this is ridiculous."

The backward image of himself walked forward and looked him up and down. "Flesym os yas thgim I fi emosdnah rehtar er'uoy." Danny shook his head not understanding the backward speech and his mirror image laughed, backwards, it was a very chilling sound.

"He thinks your handsome," the other image interpreted. "But you'll have to forgive him. He's very vain."

"Oh great," Danny said as he tried to sidestep the demented backward version of himself who was still approaching and wearing a rather charmed smile. His other reflection stepped between Danny and the backward creature.

"Don't worry," his image said to him. "He's not really you."

"Are you me?" Danny asked.

"Well one of us is you," The duplicate answered. "Which one do you think it is?"

Danny snorted then jumped as he observed another duplicate step from the mirror. The wall went black as the duplicate walked forward. This creature said nothing as he looked Danny up and down then looked at the mirror image of the ghost boy, who was trying to reach past the duplicate between it and the real Danny.

"This is getting a little confusing," Danny said as he watched the new image push the mirror image through the opposite wall. Both vanished leaving Danny with one duplicate. All the walls went black making it impossible for other versions of Danny to appear. The ghost boy sighed in relief and turned his attention to the duplicate.

"I need to get out of here," Danny told himself.

His twin smiled a little then sat down on the floor. "You're kinda stuck right now."

"For how long?" Danny asked worriedly.

The duplicate shrugged. "Two seconds, two hours, two days, two thousand years. What

difference does it make?"

"Uh," Danny said. "It makes a lot of difference. I can't stay here. I have to get back to my life."

"None of that matters now that you're here," his other self said. "You have me now. I have you. We can deal with our inner demons. His duplicate's eyes glowed for a minute and Danny shuddered.

"No thanks," he said. "I've had enough of the psychoanalyzation lately." His duplicate laughed and watched as Danny walked around the room, touching all the walls looking for a door or some way to escape.

"There's only one way out," his duplicate said in an amused tone as he watched Danny fly up and pushed against the ceiling.

"Crap!" Danny said. He thought for a minute as he landed back on the floor and walked around the room. He was ghost now, but maybe if he reverted into human form, the walls wouldn't be able to hold him. He quickly transformed into his human self.

"Ooo," his duplicate said as he shook his head. "You really shouldn't have done that. You're not going to be able to change back."

Danny looked at his duplicate for a moment then began touching the walls. He was still stuck. He tried to transform back into his ghostly self, but his duplicate was right. He looked at his other self, sitting in his ghostly form watching him smugly.

"So what am I supposed to do now?" Danny asked as he rubbed the back of his neck. He looked up at the ceiling again as if he expected it to open up and let him go.

His ghostly self patted the ground before him. "Come sit and talk with me Danny."

Danny folded his arms across his chest. "I'd rather not," he said as he turned his back on himself. This was worse than being trapped in a burrito having his brain picked by Jazz. He was sick and tired of everyone watching him. He was sick of everyone's expectations.

"Yeah. I know," his duplicate said. "It's like they're all waiting for you to snap or something."

"No," Danny disagreed. "They're all trying to keep me from snapping. But I'm fine. I'm not completely crazy. I just want to be able to accept myself for who I am without having to explain every little detail of why."

"Why?" duplicate Danny asked.

Danny gave him an annoyed look and sat down against the opposite wall. "Why not?" he asked.

"You tell me," the duplicate said annoyingly. Danny sighed and rubbed his face with his hand.

"Who are you?" Danny finally asked.

"Who are you?" The duplicate responded then smiled sweetly.

"I'm Daniel Fenton," Danny said.

"I'm Danny Phantom," The duplicate answered.

"No," Danny laughed. "I'm Danny Phantom. You're just some ghost masquerading as me."

The duplicate laughed. "No really I am you. Let's see. What's something only you could know? Something embarrassing maybe?"

"I'd rather you didn't try," Danny said sourly.

"All right," the duplicate said. "But you remember that dream you had about Sam and Valerie?"

"Aggh!" Danny said as he covered his hands as heat rushed up his face. "I don't need to hear this."

"Do you agree that I am you and you are me or do I need to go into detail about this dream?" his duplicate asked. "I personally thought it was rather pleasant. I don't know why you're so ashamed."

"I don't want to discuss it!" Danny growled angrily.

"Why not?" he asked himself. "I'm you after all. It's not like you have anything to hide. I already know what you know. You know what I know."

"Except how to get out of here." Danny pointed out trying to direct the subject away from the uncomfortable subject of his dream.

"You know," his ghostly self said. "You're a healthy red blooded boy. Who wouldn't have fantasies about those two lovely girls. You're not a pervert or anything."

"If you are me and I am you," Danny started. "That dream must have come from you, because it didn't come out of my psyche."

"So you admit that I am you?" his ghostly self asked.

Danny looked at himself for a moment then sighed deeply. "Fine," he finally said. "If it will get me out of here then you are me."

"Bah," his ghostly self said. "You give up too easily. You're a wimp you know that? You'd think if you hated being beat up by Dash and Kwan so much that you do something about it."

"What?" Danny asked as he spread out his hands. "Use my unfair advantage over them? Hurt them? Risk being exposed? Why would I do that? I don't want to be like them, so why would I use their tactics."

"Defense maybe?" his ghostly form asked.

"I think I defend myself pretty well," Danny said haughtily.

"Yeah if you call running away with your tail between your legs pretty well. Or hiding behind a girl." The Phantom laughed.

"Girl?" Danny asked. "What girl?"

"Uh, can you say Sam?" his ghostly self answered.

"Sam's not.." Danny started then sighed. "Okay. You're right. But if you were really me, you would know that Sam's not just an ordinary girl. If you were me you'd be scared of Sam too."

"I'm a ghost. I could blast her into oblivion. Why would I be scared of her?" The phantom asked.

"You're definitely not me," Danny said as he stood.

"Whatever," the ghost said. "What about hiding behind Tuck. He's no stronger than yourself, in fact he's at a distinct disadvantage, but he stands up to them."

"You're saying I'm a coward?" Danny asked.

"Yes," the phantom answered. "A big fat wimp."

"You're a jerk," Danny growled.

"At least I have confidence and courage. You need me to even be able to hold up your head." Phantom laughed.

"That's a lie!" Danny yelled.

"It's the truth!" Phantom contended.

"You suck," Danny spat. The duplicate laughed then stretched out his legs as he watched Danny pace around the room.

"All I'm saying," The duplicate finally started. "Is that you might think of taking better care of yourself. Get more exercise, bulk up a little bit, maybe you'll be able to defend yourself."

Danny shook his head. He didn't want to listen to this. He wanted to get out of this damned box and go home. Hopefully he'd have a message that Sam was all right. Sam. The weight of what was going on with his friend hit him really hard at that moment. He felt aggravated that he had all this power, but could do nothing for her.

"That's exactly the point!" His duplicate self said. "You can't depend on your ghost powers to get you through the tough parts of life, just like you can't expect your friends to be there for you indefinitely. You really need to become a little more self reliant don't you think?"

"What I think," Danny said angrily. "Is that I need to get out of here!"

"Fine!" The duplicate Danny said as he stood and began walking forward. "You're so incredibly stubborn it's mind blowing, and dumb too."

"If you were really me," Danny countered. "You would already know that and wouldn't have even tried this line of conversation" Danny frowned at the fact that he just admitted to being dumb.

"Good point," The duplicate said. "Just remember what we talked about all right?"

"Fine," Danny said in agreement.

"And," the duplicate Danny continued. "I suggest that you be careful about venturing this way again, the ghost who put us here likes to trap others and make them face themselves. She'd probably not let you go so easily next time." The duplicate stepped closer to Danny who stepped back until he was backed up against the wall.

"Wimp," The duplicate said then in a flash was gone. Danny reverted to ghost form and found himself floating in the empty formlessness of The Ghost Zone. He shook his head, gathered his bearings then flew off as fast as he could toward home.

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Danny looked at the clock once he was back in his parents lab and frowned. It was only ten am. He was hoping he'd been gone longer than that. The odds were that Sam was still in surgery. He phased up to his room and grabbed his messenger. A message from Sam's mother was waiting.

"Hello Tucker and Daniel," the message read. "Mr. Manson and I felt that you would be comforted to know that Sam is in surgery. A nurse recently came with a status update. The all is going along smoothly and Sam is fine. We'll let you know when she is out of surgery and in recovery." Danny breathed a great sigh of relief then slid the messenger into his pocket and went downstairs to find his mother.

Maddie Fenton was sitting in the living room reading a ghost hunting magazine when her son sat down beside her and hugged her. Maddie looked at her son in surprise.

"I love you Mom," he said.

"I love you too Sweetie," Maddie replied. "Have you heard anything about Sam?"

"She's in surgery," Danny answered. Maddie nodded her head and looked back down at her magazine.

"Mom?" Danny asked.

"Yes Sweetie?" Maddie answered as she put her magazine down.

Danny fidgeted a minute then asked. "Remember when you used to teach me self defense?"

"Yes Sweetie," Maddie replied. "I remember. We stopped because you thought it was ridiculous."

Danny frowned and looked down at his feet. "I'm sorry about that Mom," he said. "I was stupid then and didn't know any better."

Maddie patted her son's leg. "That's all right. I understand completely."

"Can you," Danny started. "Maybe start teaching me again?"

Maddie looked at her son and smiled. "Of course I can Sweetie," she said as she ran her fingers through her son's hair. "We can start this afternoon." Danny smiled at his mother then leaned against her as she started reading her magazine again. She gave him a strange look and wondered what precipitated this strange change in attitude.

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I have to admit, writing a Danny centric story is pretty hard. For me, Sam and Tucker are much more dynamic and easier to write. I don't have a good connection with Danny, again because he's really not my favorite character. I'm trying though. If anyone wants to give me any hints or tips on my characterization of Danny…feel free.

So, I know I said I wouldn't update too frequently, but yesterday was my Birthday and well…I was hoping to pity people into giving me reviews because there was no one here to celebrate my Birthday with me. I don't even get any Birthday presents. I have to wait until Monday, which is not my Birthday to celebrate my Birthday and I'm seriously bummed right now. Not only that but unless there is some sort of miracle, I can't even upload this chapter. Agghhh So Send me a review and tell me HONESTLY what you thought.

Thanks!