A/N: Well I finally got around to updating this story, and as it was impossible for me to contact Raven of the Night676 (I really don't think she wants to talk to me anymore for some reason :/ of course a lot of people don't like me so maybe that's it) so I couldn't consult for agreement on some of the ideas, so it might or might not seem a bit rushed to you all, but I hope this is as enjoyable as it was for me writing it!! Enjoy!!

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The Next Step: Innocent Hedonists

The Mansons were peacefully reclining on their sofa when the doorbell rung unexpectedly.

"Well I wonder who that could be…" Pamela said her husband fast asleep. "No one's scheduled to ring until tomorrow afternoon. I hate emergency drop-ins…"

She walked to the door slowly, preparing her customary smile. When she opened it, she greeted "Hello, how may I…" She trailed off, seeing the old man in a black and white suit at her doorstep. "I hope you aren't going to try to sell me something."

"Oh of course not," He said, then added "May I come in?"

"Sure," she said, eyeing him suspiciously as she stepped aside to let him in.

The man eyed the living room, and then replied "Nice place."

"Of course," Pamela said haughtily.

"I would wish to discuss with you your child, Samantha."

"Oh her…I hope she hasn't gotten into trouble, I can assure you that-"

"Oh no need to worry!" He said, laughing heartily. "I just came by because of her field trip. She needs you to sign something but hasn't shown it to you."

"Where is she going?" Pamela said, suddenly interested.

"The art museum. But maybe she doesn't want to go-"

"Now I know why she wouldn't show me! Don't worry, I'll sign it."

"Good, good." He said, and then took out a sheet of paper and x'ed a spot on it. "Sign here." He then handed her the pen, and she signed in her customary fashion. "Thanks, the field trip is in two weeks. It's mandatory, which is why I came by."

"Two weeks? We won't be home anyway, so she'd have to go. Who else is going?"

"A few others. They were chosen secretly."

"Oh…oh! Well, it was a pleasure talking with you, sir."

"And to you, now excuse me, I must be going."

He folded up the paper, and then walked out of house.

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The Fentons were busy at work in the lab when a loud doorbell pierced through its walls.

"I'll get it Maddie," Jack announced, then ran to the door excitedly, pulling open the door. He saw an old man in a black and white suit. "Hello, do you sell fudge?" He said.

"Not today," the man said, "But I would wish to speak with you about your son Daniel."

"Oh, come in, come in!" He stepped aside to allow the old man passage into the living room.

"Nice aura you've got here," the man complemented. "Now to more important matters. There's a mandatory field trip coming up in two weeks and I need you to sign something."

"Oh no problem. Me and my wife are going to the Ghost Hunter's convention in two weeks! Where's the trip to?"

"The art museum."

"Oh, interesting. No wonder Danny didn't tell us himself, he was never very into art…"

The old man took out a piece of paper from his suitcase and put it on the table, then x'ed a spot on it. "Sign here." He handed him the pen and Jack signed sloppily, as usual. "Thank you very much, now I must be going."

"Take care! Oh, and when will you be selling fudge again?"

"Next week."

"Oh goodie!"

The old man walked out of the door with a peculiar smile on his face.

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"Ugh, that was the most boring day ever! And I thought school couldn't get more boring," Sam remarked, holding her books to her heart as she walked with her two best friends out of the school building.

"Hey Tuck," Danny started, "Who are you going to work with for the Math project?"

"I was in luck! Valerie wasn't taken so she said yes! What about you?"

"Uh I dunno…hey Sam do you have a partner yet?"

"No…" Sam said, raising her eyebrow.

"Then wanna be partners?"

"Sure…?"

"Ok, now we're set. When's this thing due, anyway?"

"In two weeks," Tucker said. "Not a lot of time if we have to do research on various mathematicians and/or math concepts…Valerie said we should do Pythagoras."

"Hey, that's a good one! Hey Sam, what do you want to do?"

"Logarithms?" She said absentmindedly.

"Ok, it's up for debate. We'll have a good topic by next week I guess."

"Hey, there's no rush," Tucker said. "Well, until like two days before."

"Yeah…" Sam agreed. She had forgotten what she was so worked up for earlier today. It was sort of a dream that had no real basis or fact…

"Hey Sam, you ok?" Danny asked, putting his hand on her shoulder.

"Yeah I'm fine," She said, glancing at him slightly.

"Now the question from earlier," Tucker said. "What's with the bandages, guys?"

"Shut it Tuck!" Danny and Sam yelled simultaneously.

"Is it hiding hickies from the closet earlier? Love birds…"

"No way! Be quiet!"

Tucker burst into a laughing fit, while Danny and Sam turned into fuming beets.

"Let's just walk home, ok guys?" He said finally. "You guys are too easy to annoy."

"Whatever," Danny and Sam snorted, and then Tucker ran to catch up with them.