Candeh- I know, I know, I'm feeling really corny and old fashioned right now, but I'm sitting on the couch pretzel-style, eating celery, and watching good-old "21 Jump Street." It's pretty yummy, too, though I'm having trouble focusing while my husband, Johnny Depp is on the television.

But don't ask me why it's "21 Jump Street" and not something newer because the answer will be simply strange and in all, a bit weird. But, if you're just dying to know, it's because I have an entire collection of Johnny Depp stuff, and this is like the perfect Johnny thing to have. Don't believe me? Hmm, I'm not sure how exactly t prove it, but you can think of something if you are seriously that suspicious.

Chapter Two:

Orange and Grey

Once she was entirely sure that she was completely alone in the dark, October flickered her eyes open, embracing the blackness around her. She exhaled, letting her mind wander about and clicking her tongue to silent rhythms in her head. There was something about the absentness that clamed her and she felt completely comfortable with herself.

She took a quick seat down on the marble statue below her and crossed her legs, thankful that her shoes had not given her any blisters. But behind her, the large head of the silver statue turned and smirked as it gazed at the girl below. "Don't you move, Grey," the girl sighed, not looking up form her pink pumps.

The face in the statue lost it's smirk and frowned down upon the pink streaked head of October. He shut his eyes with a quick roll and slide down the side of the figure before slumming down and standing before the girl, frown and all. "You need to shut the eyes in the back of your head!" He said sarcastically and with a hint of disappointment. October giggled and let her torso go limp as she laid face-up on the statue's rim, "Aw, sweetie," she replied, exhaling a long wind of bright pink smoke from her lips, "You know those eyes could burn a hole right through you."

The boy shuffled. Normally, he'd been just as much as a smooth talker but tonight, of all nights, he'd been particularly nervous. "I can see it," he huffed as the chain on his tight black pant flickered in the moonlight, "I can see it in your annoying little eyes you screwed it up."

October looked away almost ashamed, "I was getting ready too—" she started but the boy cut her off with a look of anger and aggravation.

"Damn!" He shouted and he paced in the puddle on the sidewalk. October watched the boy through her open eyes, regretting she'd known him as well as she did. Ever since she could remember he'd been the same; pale skinned with blazing bright orange eyes. "You look like a dammed pumpkin!" She'd often told him about his bright orange Mohawk and black mittens that had been cut at the fingers. He'd resented it and, since he'd loathed the color pink as much as he swore he'd hated her, he'd been at her about pink as much as she'd been around him about it. "What?" he asked her like a scolding parent, "Did you fall for his baby blues?"

"In my defense," she said with a smirk, "they were really pretty."

The boy growled, sending her a flash of bright white teeth. October giggled; she had never felt exactly threatened. The boy sighed, rolling his eyes and kneeling before her. "October," he started his bright orange pendant waving in the air around hi neck, "since when have you not been dazed by another kid's eyes? This is it, baby, Danny Phantom. We've got to out this kid and look, Ms. October is all ready to marry herself off to him!"

"Marriage is a little too soon don't you think?" October joked and when the boy didn't laugh, she pushed his shoulder playfully, "Come on, Grey," she sighed, "I'm not that gal anymore. I'm dead."

"Doubt it," he sighed, and October looked hurt before she smirked and winked her long eyelashes.

"Watch," she cooed and she yanked the orange tied from Grey's neck and spun it around in a circle with her fingernails; careful not to touch her least favorite color. She tied the tie around her neck and tightened it as hard as she could. Then, without taking her eyes off of Grey she grabbed the arm of the statue and hung herself, right in the night.

Grey puffed, still not happy with the girl about letting low on her job. But he walked over to her hanging body and kicked it. She looked up from her hanging spot and smiled, "Told yah." And the orange boy rolled his eyes, whipping the necktie from under her and wrapping it around his neck, untied. When she noticed he was not amused, she sighed, "What? What the hell is wrong with you?"

"October," Grey sighed, looking slightly remorse, "Were running out of time."

October laughed, her eyes flickering, "What do you mean 'time'?"

"This isn't a joke!" Grey yelled, tossing his hands in his pockets, "The boss said five days."

"What?"

"If Danny Fenton isn't dead in five days, the entire town of Amity will suffer along with him, and us."

Amity Park Hospital:

Around the group of six sat many worried visitors waiting nervously in the waiting room. A skim nurse, tights and glasses, poked her head out the door and let her long black curls tumble over her hips. "Fenton?" She said without looking up from her clipboard, and the pile pulled themselves up from their seats and flooded into the room like a wave,

Jack Fenton, graying and ready to point the blame at all he'd known, blinked and turned to his wife, "Ghosts, Maddie," he shouted, "I knew it." But his red-haired wife wasn't too quick to place the blame. She turned to the nurse with worried eyes and tossed off her teal hood.

"Is he going to be alright?" There was something about her that looked somewhat frantic and messy without her hood. She stood standing in the middle of the room with her hands to her chest and blinked.

The dark haired nurse blinked and looked up over her large pink glasses at the parents of the fourteen year-old patient. She sighed, wanting o be anywhere but here and placed her hand on the shoulder of Mrs. Fenton. "If you would just…" she began as she led the two out the door, leaving both Tucker and Sam staring at an unconscious Danny.

Sam shifted her weight anxiously and than sighed, bending over to have a closer look at her friend, but the second she had gotten close, the raven haired boy took a rather large gasp and shot upwards, knocking foreheads with him and falling backwards. The boy blinked two bright blue eyes. "What happened?" He asked, poking his head up from the covers, yet holding them close to his chest like a shield, "Where are we?"

"Danny?" Sam asked, smiling as she pulled herself up from the floor and walking over to the bed along side Tucker. "We were so worried about you?" But the boy didn't respond. He looked around angrily, as if possessed, and shook his head, blinking.

"Man," Tucker said, noticing his friend's hyper behavior, "Are you okay?"

"Fine," Danny responded quickly, "Do you know what happened when I left your house last night?" The two of them blinked and exchanged looks, shaking their heads slowly. Danny frowned, "October." He said.

"Danny," Tucker blinked, "It's not—"

"The name!" Danny couldn't help but feel a tad woozy after shouting. "She had bright pink eyes and long black hair, and this really short plastic skirt." He continued before Tucker could shout, "Now, that's my kind of a woman." He sat up straight, not taking his gaze off the two teenagers. "She said I either want it, or I need it."

"Want what?" Tucker asked, and Sam shut her eyes.

"Danny," she cooed slowly, "You're scaring me." But Danny blinked, ignoring his friends. There was something about the flicker in his eyes that scared the darkly dressed girl that made her worry and she called Tucker over, pulling him close with a hint of anger, "What the hell is he talking about?" she asked, and Tucker sighed.

"I don't know," he answered truthfully, "I didn't go with him last night, honestly." The hospital door opened and the black haired nurse poked her head in.

"You two can come back tomorrow, alright?" She said like a babysitter talking to two children.

And with one last look at their delirious friend, the two headed out the door without noticing the two pairs of bright eyes behind the window's glass.

Candeh: We never thought of finding a place where we belong…