Guess who's back from Texas! THIS GIRL! Well... I'm posting from the taxi on the way home from the airport. Woot! Sorry it's take an me so long to post this. I just got around to finishing this chapter...

I don't own Danny Phantom!

8:50… I woke up at 8:50 in the morning. 'I must REALLY want to break up with him,' I think. I get up and put on some jeans, a tank top, and a dress type shirt. Around 9:30, my mom yells for me.

"Sam," she yells, "I have to go to Voici soon." She say. She opens my door and look in, based on her posture it was easy to see she was in her pajamas.
"Put on some pants," I tell her. She walks away.
What's with my family not wearing pants? I mean, Liam decided about a week ago to come out of his room, around 10:00 at night not wearing a shirt, or pants, only boxers and he started threatening me, my mom, and step-dad with a Nerf gun… He shot me about 3 times before I went back to my room.
I lay on my bed and start going through my FanFiction profile. I glance at my story stats and such. My mom's rushing to get ready. I go to her bedroom door and start scratching it like our cat does; I do this when I need her attention. She doesn't come to the door.
I go back to my room and take my Geometry book out of my bag and start studying.
"Sam," my mom says coming to my door for a second, "Your step-dad's going to take you to the 11:20 train." I nod.
"Mom," I say, "Uh... I was on my… I was looking through my…" I couldn't really talk well.
"Walk with me," she says.
"Nevermind," I tell her
"Sammy," she says, "Tell me."
"Nevermind, just go," I tell her. She walks away. "It's not like 17 hundred views on a story is important to me or anything," I mutter to myself. I send a screen-shot of my phone to her. She never replies. My step-dad comes back around 10 till 11.
"Ready to go," he asks me. I put Elliott's sweatshirt on and put my leather jacket in my bag. "What are you and he going to do today," he asks me?
"Homework," I say, it's a believable lie when you're dating a mathlete.
"Do you have your books," he asks me?
"Yes," I lie knowing that I only had a jacket and money in my bag. We get into his car and start driving to the train across town. The trip to the last time I will see him is the longest hour of my life, 15 minute car ride, 15 minutes at the station, the 25 minute train ride, and then the five at the station waiting and looking for him.
I see him walking. I see his grey t-shirt and green pants. Of course, he's wearing Boy Scouts apparel. He was at a Boy Scouts event before this. I walk towards him.
"Okay," he says when we get closer, "Good. I thought it was you. At first I was like 'Well, only one person got off the train. That's probably her.' Then as you came into focus I could see 'Well, she has a bag' then 'The bag kinda looks like hers'. Then as you came more into focus, I could see 'She stands kinda like her'." I raise an eyebrow.
"I have a certain way of standing," I ask?
"Yeah," he says, "It's kinda like, crossed in front of you, but laying on top of your bag." He holds his right wrist with his left hand in front of him.
"Okay, crazy," I laugh lightly. We walk to the car where his dad is. I almost manage to knock over a 'No Parking' sign on the way. We drive to his house he points to a large wooden thing in a church parking lot.
"I made that swing," he tells me, "It's not as good as the other one, but it works better. You know why? Because I finished mine." I roll my eyes after glancing at it. "Now my hands smell like oil, and rope. Smell them." He says holding them out to me. I slap them away.
"I don't like smelling things," I remind him, "Seriously. You can ask Abcde. I won't smell something someone sticks in my face."
"So, Sam," his dad says after a moment, "Are you hungry?"
"No," I say, "I'm fine." We arrive at their house after a few minutes and Elliott runs up to his room to put in contacts. I stay standing in the kitchen.
"Would you like a banana," his dad offers.
"I'm fine," I refuse politely, "really." He cuts up a banana, and an apple, and places them on a plate. He gives me a smaller plate.
Aware of the fact that Elliott doesn't like bananas, I pick up a slice and nibble at it. His dad places a bag of pumpkin bread in front of me.
"Elliott's sister made this," he tells me, "Try some." I pick up the knife and cut off the thinnest slice I can. "Go ahead, you can sit down." I sit awkwardly on a chair at the kitchen table. After Elliott returns and eats some food, we go to their basement and sit on a couch to discuss our break up.
At the end of the discussion, we decide it best to just break up at the end of the date. Just treat this as any other date. He kisses me lightly and we discuss what to do for our last date, we go to the movie rental store across the street. We rent the movie 'Ghost Town.'
We go back to the basement and put the movie in. We lay out some sleeping mats he uses for Boy Scout camp outs and cuddle as we watche the movie. The movie is about half over when his dad calls to us.
"We have to get Sam to the train station," he yells. Elliott and I stand. I recollect my bag and we go out to his dad's car. We get down the block from the station, and get really surrounded by traffic. Elliott and I get out there and start running to the station.
"Just break up with me already," he yells at me as we run across the platform. I shake my head.
"Not yet," I tell him. We cross the track as the train comes closer.
"I'm sorry," I begin, "but I want to break up with you. We're just not going to work." He takes his hand out of his pocket quickly and reveals the 10 punch card he bought with 9 punches already in it.
"Let me pay for your ride home," he tells me. I take the card from him and hug him lightly.
"Bye Elliott," I whisper. I kiss his cheek lightly as the train slows and stops. I get on and see him through the window. He waves at me. I turn on my iPod and listen to it on as high of a volume as I can. I don't tell my mom about the break up when she picks me up. She and my step-dad go out and leave me at home alone as Liam is on his own Boy Scout camp out.
I change my status to 'single and get a call from my worried mom. I tell her I'm fine. I tell her it was mutual even though I know I broke up with him. She hangs up and I start to cry.
I feel more alone than I have in years as no matter how much I text my friends that I need to talk, there's no reply. No buzzing from my phone in my pocket. No one. I go to sleep early and awaken the next morning.
My mom tells me that she was 'worried,' she tells me last night she texted me and told me to find the neighbor girl as to not feel alone. I look at my phone puzzled and delete some texts. My phone buzzes rapidly revealing at least 50 texts from my friends, but none from Danny. I smile as I see how many really care.

Peace, Love, Phantom,

PhantomPhan67

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