A/N: Hmm... Everyone's right. xD I never heard of The Lake House, and when I saw the trailer, I told my cousin, "Oops. I didn't know that." xD; This one is a bit different though. Enjoy it anyway:D
DiSCLAiMER: I don't own Danny Phantom or The Love Letter OR The Lake House. xD;
DEDiCATiON: To Katelynn. :D For always being there to make me laugh and play/pause our songs so they're at the same time while on the phone. My favorite loser is you:D And Kate, your name's underlined for spell check. xD; OOH! BiG DEDiCATiON TO: ananomous writer. FOR PUTTiNG MY STORY iN C2:D THANK YOU!
"Mom? Dad?" Danny walked into the house. He had no need to ring or knock because he has a key. "Where are you guys?"
"Danny!" A TV came down from ceiling and showed Jack and Maddie. "We're here in the OPT Center. Come on up."
His parents, now knowing Danny's secret, don't destroy, dissect, or rip apart 'molecule by molecule' ghosts anymore. They let Danny handle the bad ones. You see, the whole family is now dedicated to ghosts. Jazz became a psychologist; helping out ghosts with their problems. Jack and Maddie handle the ghost's physical (or non-physical) being. After years of studying, they've become the Ghost Zone's number one doctors.
Danny walked up the stairs, into his parents room, and into OPT Center. It had changed since he was last in there. Papers were put neatly away, ecto-goo was no where in sight, and you could see the floor.
"Umm... Did I miss something here?"
"Ahaha. No, sweetie! Your father and I decided to do some cleaning, is all." Maddie smiled.
"Wow. There's a first for everything, I suppose."
"Anyway, what brings you here? Need some wedding opinions?" Jack put his hands on his son's shoulders.
"Umm… Not exactly. I need some help on something else." Danny took out the envelope from his pocket. "This is from a young woman…" Jack and Maddie gasped.
"Danny! You're in love with Valerie! Aren't you?" Maddie asked shockingly.
"NO! It's not that. She lived in the Great Depression." He handed the letter over, and let his parents read it.
After a while of reading, Jack spoke up.
"Wow. THiNK OF ALL THE MONEY YOU COULD GET BY GiViNG THiS TO A MUSEUM! SHE'S FROM AMiTY PARK, TOO!"
Maddie shoved Jack playfully.
"She is?" Danny questioned.
"Well, that's what it said on envelope." Maddie pointed out the one thing Danny didn't see."
"I thought about that," He answered his father. "But what if her ghost is wandering around? Would she want to give this letter to her true love?"
"Well, Danny. As your ghost believing parents, she is out there. Maybe her not her ghost, but still out there. Write back to the letter." Maddie said.
"What? Why?" Jack and Danny both asked at the same time.
"You'll see..." Maddie said mysteriously.
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"Mother! I don't want to go!"
"You'll have to come downstairs at some point tonight, Samantha! He's waiting for you!"
"Don't call me Samantha! Plus, I don't care if he's downstairs or not! I'm not meeting him!"
Mrs. Manson huffed. "Fine. Good night and I will call you Samantha, because that's the name I gave you." She closed the door, and went downstairs.
Sam rested her head on her pillow. Her mother just didn't understand her wants. She wanted to show her she could find love. She wanted to find the one she loved, marry him, and live with him forever.
It was times like these where she could take out the letter she secretly kept in her desk, in the secret compartment, to read and bring back her 'goth' form.
Sam pulled the knob inside the top, left drawer.
CLiCK
She heard a noise from the drawer underneath, assuring her the secret compartment has opened.
She stuck her arm inside to get the ink bottle, feather pen, and unsealed envelope, containing the letter she wrote. Her hand reached the end of the drawer, but she only felt the emptiness of the desk.
Sam's eyes widened in shock. If anyone, especially her parents, read that letter, her life would be over. She dared herself not to tell a single soul about the letter and the secrets it hold.
She began to look frantically around the room to see if she had dropped it anywhere.
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"This is stupid." Danny mumbled under his breath. His fingers looked ready to type, but he wasn't.
'Just write how you feel.'
'But the girl might be dead.'
'You're the editor of 'Amity News'. This should be no problem.'
'I should follow Mom's advice.'
'But I have no idea where hers is getting to.'
Thoughts raced through Danny's head faster than ever as he slowly let his fingers loosely slide over the keyboard.
After half an hour of writing, Danny had finally finished. He put it into an envelope, sealed it, jumped into his car, and drove off.
He parked right in front of the old building his mom told him to go to. Danny walked inside the old post office. Every step he took made a 'squeak' due to the old floorboards.
He had the letter he typed in his hand, wondering what Sam's reaction would be once she read it, if she could. He couldn't believe he was writing back and actually sending mail to someone who could be dead. His mother gave him no other choice, but he still wonders why his mom told him to.
He opened the mailbox that said 'To Town' and left to drive back home.
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"Sam!" Mrs. Manson knocked on her bedroom door. "He's still downstairs. Can you please meet him?"
Sam suddenly opened her door. "Did you see an envelope in my room?"
"Envelope? No, I haven't."
"Are you sure?" Sam asked desperately.
"Positive. You do have a letter, though. From a man named Daniel." Mrs. Manson paused. "Is this why you don't want to meet Mr. Baxter?"
"NO!" Sam snapped. She ran downstairs, picking up her long, purple dress, and heading for the living room was.
"Aah, Ms. Manson." Someone walked up to her. "I knew you would change your mind about seeing me." Sam assumed this was Mr. Baxter, the one they wanted her to go out with.
"Huh? Yeah, sure." She saw her father walked into the room, and she walked around Mr. Baxter.
"Father, have you seen an envelope in my room?"
"No," Mr. Manson said. "But you have a letter from a man named Daniel." He handed the letter to her. She took it, and went back to her room without giving Mr. Baxter another thought.
"Where could it be?" She asked herself later in the night. All she could think about is her letter. Where it was, and who had it? Someone must have taken it, because she couldn't find it anywhere.
"Oops! I almost forgot…" She took the letter she was given before off the desk. She ripped it open, and read the top of the letter.
"July 19, 2006!" Sam yelled.
A/N: GASP! Wow, shocking for Sam, eh? Ack, chapter 2s are always hard on me. So sorry for the sortta long update. :D Don't forget to REViEW!