Hellbreaker, yes, shit does happen but now that I have all my shit back together for the most part I shall be updating more often. I also have my computer back so I am even more free. :) Yes, she did get her ass handed to her, but you know how she is. She will def bounce back.
dakotabaker72, thank you. I wanted it to be very similar with a little bit more adult feel to it.
dakotabaker72 & BananaManiaBubblegum, thanks for adding this story to your alerts.
The next morning found Sam on Danny's doorstep after a rough morning at her own home. Pulling her backpack closer she rang the doorbell, the sound of the bell echoing behind the door. Waiting for a few moments she shrugged and opened the door. What she found made her cringe. The former halfa sat at the table with his family, all of them doing their own thing while a rather annoying tune cranked from the radio in the middle of said table.
Jack and Maddie sat next to each other, both working on ghost weapons while spacing out with rather goofy smiles on their faces. Next to Jack was Jazz, her spacy look telling Sam that she was also zoned out. The only one that wasn't looking rather happy was Danny as he attempted to eat his breakfast. He reached over at that moment to hit the volume knob only for his family to call out in unison, "Danny!" in an upset tone. He flinched back as if he had almost been bitten.
Sam approached and rested her hand on his shoulder. The teen looked up at her and stated, "Didn't even hear you come in." She smiled.
"Must have been the music," was her response as she looked over at his family. "I thought coming here I could get away from it." Danny shook his head before turning his attention to his parents.
"Mom, dad, being a fourteen year old means that easy listening isn't on my list of favorite music." He gave his mother a pleading look. "Can I please change it?"
"Yes, Mrs. Fenton, can we please change the channel?"
"NO!" his family cried in unison, all of them standing up to block him from the radio in question. Sam flinched as Danny rolled his eyes. The music was aggravating to the pair of them and yet it seemed to sooth the trio before them, even Jazz finding comfort in the strange choice of music.
"You cannot be enjoying this music," he muttered.
"Yes, I do," Maddie stated as she sat back down, a smile lifting her red lips. "It relaxes me." Jazz's hand came up, her face resting on the table unseen as a muffled agreement came from her.
"It's much more soothing than that other sound I have been hearing all morning," Jack muttered with a look toward the device emitting what the pair of ghost fighters hadn't heard until that moment.
Warning! Security breech! Ghost shield not operational!
"Um," Sam said with an ironic look. "That isn't just any sound, that is a warning." Danny nodded, but Jack just kind of shrugged it off.
"It's interfering with the cool sounds of our easy listening." He looked to his spaced out daughter, the redhead gazing half liddingly at the pair of teens. "So, crank up those tunes, Jazzy pants!" The young woman looked excited as she reached over and turned the knob, the music so loud now that the pair of teens reached up to cover their ears as the table shook with the volume of the easy listening. Sam nodded at the former halfa, her eyes flickering toward the door. Nodding at her silent suggestion the pair headed off, Danny grabbing his book bag on the way out the door.
As the pair walked into the schoolyard Danny turned a rather disbelieving look to his friend.
"I can't believe how my parents are acting, Jazz I get, but them," he said, his tone bordering on high as they walked up the stairs and into Casper High, the teens around them mulling around as they talked to friends and classmates about whatever was going on in their lives. "They spazzed when I took the stuff from the shed and yet this time the ghost shield has been stolen and they could care less." Sam nodded.
"My parents were acting a little off too..." Turning a corner they headed down another hallway. "All they do now is sit in front of the radio listing to that new age vapor drone that is on every damn station." At this point Tucker joined them, his hands clenching the straps of his backpack as he nodded. His brows came down as he explained how his parents were also zoning out on the music that was haunting all three homes.
"They listen to that stuff twenty four seven," he complained with an aggravated look on his young face. "Must be a generation thing." Sam pointed out that even Jazz was listening to it with no complaint and she was almost their age. "That girl thinks she's an adult though."
"Yeah, my sister believes that childhood is something to study, not to live in," the raven haired male stated with a shrug. "The worse part about this music is that-"
"I can't get it out of my head!" they all cried, all three of them holding their hands to their ears in exasperation. The trio looked over at the other in shock. "Wait," they said, all three lowering their hands, voices still in unison. "You can hear it?" That's when all three teens noticed that the music was playing around them, the halls echoing with the annoying song. Looking ahead of them they found that they were standing before the gym, a large poster on an easel advertising auditions for a school DJ. A smirk appeared on all three of their faces as they turned to each other, a plan in mind to stop the obnoxious music.
Walking into the filled gymnasium they found Lancer, his eyes closed and moving his fingers to the soft sounds of their hated song, standing in the radio booth that was used for the announcers of their high school sports teams. He opened his eyes, hands reaching for something unseen over the booth walls as he began to talk.
"Since we have added a school radio this week an anonymous donor has given us this record to listen to," stated the bald teacher, in his hands a large record cover with a scenic background that had a small river on it as well as a sparkling sun, the words Sounds to Relax To By Vapor Drones on the cover in rainbow lettering.
"Crap," Sam muttered as Lancer continued talking.
"Such a soothing tune," he said looking rather fondly at the record. "And vinyl records to boot." Tucker made a face of disgust.
"Vinyl," he muttered. "Where are we, the Stone Age?" Lancer continued talking, ignoring the scathing remark as Kwan and Dash stood off to the side of their teacher, both looking less than enthused by the new music.
"You kids should feel free, as you say, to bust out your own freaky beats," his hands waving in response to that as the two jocks looked at each other in unease. Putting the headset back on Lance continued, "As long as they aren't too freaky...or too...beaty," he said looking unsure of his last few words, words that obviously were not real words. At that moment Danny pushed into the room, his hands forcing the pair of jocks to his left and right.
"Sweet!" He grabbed the headphones from Lancer. "Where do I sign up to yank this crap off the air?" The teacher looked down at the raven haired teen with little amusement on his face. It was more like he found what Danny said to be offensive. With that asked he reached over and scratching the needle over the vinyl surface quieted the awful music while at the same time damaging the record. Paulina, Star, and Kwan looked angrily at the development before them, while Dash looked astonished that the former halfa would even make a move on the idea he could lead anything.
"Fenton? A DJ?" Scowling. "Yeah right! Like anyone would listen to a shrimp like you!"
"I will show you!" Lifting his hand up he grabbed the mic with the other one, Sam and Tucker wincing as the ghost fighter cried out, "What do we want?!" Silence greeted him, most of the students looking at him in confusion. "This is when you say good music," he explained. Again he tried, but the only people that backed him up were Sam and Tucker while at the same time looking uncomfortable at being in the spotlight, other students looking at them with the same look of disgust that they were giving Danny. Dash took that moment to knock Danny away from the mic to repeat the phrase that the ghost hunter had just used, this time getting results as everyone save for Tucker and Sam, responded correctly.
"When do we want it?" the blond jock cried out only to receive an unexpected response.
"NOW!" a echoing voice cried out, all the teens looking around for the source.