Nyeah! Seventh chapter! So this story will have like, twelve chapters... Why do all my stories end around the number twelve?
And I-Am-My-Own-Biggest-Mystery, you can hate Mona all you want. Or like her. But how ever you feel, it might change after this story is over...
And Hurricane Sandy almost killed me... if you want to see how you can check out my youtube channel that will have that video up soon. If you go to the link on my profile, the page it leads you to has my youtube link on it. I deserve four or five reviews on this chapter for not dying...
I hope you guys were safe
Sam sat on her bed, knees curled up to her chest. Tucker sat at her computer desk, supposedly doing homework. He scratched the side of his head before looking at her.
"I heard Kerri got injured." He said.
"Yeah."
"I think she was in a fight."
"It wasn't a fight." His eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "And... because of her injuries... she didn't make it... She was bleeding internally and no one caught it in time..." Tucker's jaw dropped. He just thought she got a little black eye, but it was obviously beyond what he thought.
"What? What happened." Sam looked down at her bed, knowing he'd just accuse her of bing jealous or paranoid when she told him.
"Mona did it." She said, almost in a whisper.
"Come on Sam, look-"
"No, you look. Carrie was last seen alive with Mona, then she suddenly dies when out of view. Kerri was last seen with Mona, and suddenly dies because of internal bleeding from a beating. This isn't a coincidence." Tucker sighed and got up from the computer, pacing back and forth in front of her bed. He was doubting her because he was judging Mona like a person, and that he couldn't believe she could kill. But it was time to stop judging her like that and start judging her as a ghost's creation.
"Okay, fine. I guess it's possible. I'm still not sure though..."
"But I am. Just please trust my instinct." He nodded.
"Okay. So what's the plan?" She switched from the fetal position to kneeling on her bed.
"We need to get Danny's laptop to access his files on all the ghosts."
"And how are we gonna get that? Danny doesn't let anyone on his laptop." Sam crossed his arms.
"I'm his girlfriend, I can persuade him."
"Ew."
"I never said how, sicko." She went over to her computer and unplugged it, the screen going from white to black.
"Hey! I was on Doomed!"
"Just trust me." As she got out from under the computer, Danny walked in, throwing his backpack on the bed.
"Hey." He said.
"Can I ask you a question?" She asked.
"What?"
"Can I use your laptop?"
"Uh, no."
"Why not?"
"Because that laptop is only for ghost files, with information even you guys don't know about."
"But my computer crapped out on me and Dad took my laptop with him on a business trip and I need to write a paper."
"Go to the library."
"You might want to get on your knees right now Sam." Tucker said. Sam gave him a look before throwing a pillow at him. She shook her head at him before turning to Danny again.
"Please? You can even watch me write it." She tried again. Tucker gave her a confused look, but she held out a hand to signal him to wait. Danny squinted his eyes at her before sighing.
"Fine. I'll go get it." He went ghost before disappearing, and Sam turned to Tucker as he looked at her.
"How are you supposed to access his files when he's watching you?" He asked.
"Danny can't even stay awake during Lancer's class, you really think he's going to stay awake watching me write a paper?"
"...Good point." She jumped back onto her bed and Tucker sat at her computer desk, even though he couldn't go on it. Danny phased through the floor, holding his laptop. He turned back to his human form as he walked over to Sam. He held the laptop out to her, but when she went to grab it, he pulled it away.
"Don't be a buttmunch." She said. He rolled his eyes and handed her the laptop, laying down next to her as she turned it on.
"Password?" She asked.
"Valerie."
"Excuse me?"
"I'm kidding. You really think I'm going to give you my real password?" He turned the laptop away from her as he put in his password and clicked on the 'notes' icon and gave it back to her.
She dragged out the paper as long as she could, hoping Danny would eventually get bored and leave or even just fall asleep. She was up to two thousand words when she finally looked over at him. He was laying on his side, out cold.
"Tucker," She called. He went over to her and looked at the laptop from over her shoulder. She shrunk the window down before clicking on the ghost tab, but a tiny box came up. "Damnit, I need a password." She said.
"Try 419." Tucker said.
"You really think he's stupid enough to make it his birthday?" She said sarcastically as she typed it in. She gave Tucker a look as the program opened. "...Oh. Maybe he is."
"Don't look at me, he's your boyfriend."
"So? He's your best friend." They looked over at Danny as he rolled over so his back was facing them. Tucker put a finger over his lips and Sam nodded, scrolling through the different ghosts. "Which ghost has powers remotely close to bringing things to life?" She asked quietly.
"Uhh, I don't know, Johnny 13's shadow could have something to do with it." She clicked on the picture and read through the notes, which had his powers, ghosts he was associated with, and even some stories that had happened. She shook her head.
"I don't know about him."
"Wait!" Tucker said. He pointed to a picture of the Ghost Writer. "It could be the Ghost Writer. Remember that time during Christmas he was able to-" Danny stirred, and Sam exited out of the program, and clicked back to the paper as he opened his eyes.
"Good afternoon sleepy head," She said. He sat up and put his head in his hands.
"Aww, I fell asleep?" He asked.
"Obviously."
"For how long?"
"Not very long." She shut down his laptop and gave it back to him. "Here, I'm done."
"Thanks." He said groggily as he put it on her nightstand. He laid down and turned over on his side again, having no interest in staying awake.
"Well, I'll talk to you later." Tucker said. He picked up his backpack and waved at her before leaving. Sam looked over at Danny, and thought back about what Kerri had said. Did people really think Sam didn't return Danny's feelings? That didn't matter to her, what mattered was what Danny thought.
"Hey Danny? Can I ask you something?"
"What?"
"Does it bother you that I'm not very affectionate?" He turned over to look at her.
"Why are you asking me this?"
"To get your answer, which I still need."
"Why do you want to know?"
"Because I heard someone talking and they said I didn't look happy with you and I just wanted to know how you felt because I don't want you to feel that way-" He sat up and interrupted her rant.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down. You're upset because of what someone else said about you?" She nodded. "Look, people just don't see how we are when we're alone. It's not like you don't show any affection, and you don't need to. I know how you feel, and I don't care what other people think." She smiled.
"Thanks Danny."
"Isn't it better to actually go to the person you're in a relationship instead of worrying about it?" She looked at him before shaking her head.
"Nah." He turned over and grabbed a pillow before flinging it at her.
"And you say I'm a buttmunch."
Whoop! Yeah, so I had a huge hurricane come and wreck everything and make a mess of everything everywhere. And right before Halloween too...
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