Yeah, this story is kinda...weird. Everything's all skippy. Sorry.

On a floating jungle-like island in the Ghost Zone, an argument was going on.

"You have to at least let her try music! Or are you just afraid that she'll like it better than your futile hunting?" Ember spat at Skulker.

"It is not futile! And Thrasher can choose whatever she wants, which is hunting." Skulker retorted.

These arguments were common. Even though they were together, which no one saw coming, they'd always be arguing about one thing or another. Not a very smooth relationship.

"How do you know? All you have ever done is pushed her in that one sick direction. Teenage girls shouldn't be out trying to kill something so that they can hang it on the wall, which, by the way, is totally gross." The rocker snarled.

"Fine! We switch off for few days. A little time with you and your music, a little time with me and my hunting, and then she can decide. But I'm going to tell you right now, she'll pick hunting. No one can resist the joy of watching pure terror flicker across a prey's face." He compromised.

"That sounds like a bet to me." Ember sneered, her face smug.

"And what if it is?" Skulker caught on.

"If she chooses music over hunting, then you have to take down all of those ridiculous skins that you've contaminated our home with." The wife challenged.

"And if she chooses hunting over music, which she will, then you can't complain about my trophies ever again." He wagered.

"Deal." Ember spat.

Behind a few trees, Thrasher spied on her arguing parents.

"Here we go again." She muttered to herself irritably.

"I still can't believe you're leaving." Jake admitted while sitting backwards in a twirling chair.

Jake, Matt, and Tori were in Tori's room. Matt was leaning against a wall while Tori was stuffing clothes into her suitcase. She didn't look happy at all.

"It's not like I want to." She practically spat. "A whole weekend away at Pine Springs Resort with our Moms and Abby. And no ghost hunting. This is going to be torture."

Secretly, Jake was kind of happy. No one to blast apart his ghost half this weekend.

"Hey, maybe it won't be so bad." Matt butted in, trying to lighten the mood.

The girl simply glared at him in response.

"Oh, and just what are you two planning on doing this weekend?" She interrogated, momentarily stopping her packing to place her hands on her hips.

"I don't know. Probably just hanging out with Chr-" The half-ghost immediately stopped talking once he saw his friend's glare darken. "What?"

"Nothing." She sighed, going back to shoving things into her bag. She tried to zip it shut, but she had a hard time with it.

"Why do you hate her so much? I mean, it's not like she's going to attack us or anything." The Goth boy questioned.

"I just…I don't like her, Jake." Tori admitted, turning around to face him. She plopped down on the bed. "I get this bad vibe from her, like she's trying to spy on us or something. And she's messing our group up."

"What do you mean by that?" Jake questioned getting up to sit beside her.

"I…" She began, but was cut off.

"Tori! Are you almost done? We have to leave in a few minutes!" Valerie called up.

"Yeah, Mom!" The younger huntress called back, irritation thick in her voice. She got up and heaved up her bag. "I'll tell you later."

Her two friends followed her down to the front door where Sam and Abby were already waiting. Abby was just as unhappy as Tori had been. Her arms were folded and a frown was smacked onto her face.

"Come on, we don't want to be late." Valerie hustled, giving her daughter a little push toward the door.

Everyone exited the house onto the sidewalk. Abby was the first to hop into the little blue car.

"Bye, guys. See you Monday." Tori groaned. "If I make it that long."

Valerie pushed her into the car before climbing into the passenger's seat. Sam went up to her son and hugged him tightly. Jake glared at the girls who he could see giggling through the car window. They knew he wasn't enjoyed being squeezed to death by his Mom in public. Finally, she let go but bent down slightly and kept hold of his shoulders.

"Behave yourself this weekend. Your father's going to have it hard enough as it is, so I need you to help him around the house." Sam told him. "Besides, I don't trust that man anywhere near the oven."

Jake chuckled lightly at his Mom's joke. His Dad wasn't exactly the best cook, but at least the food wasn't green and didn't jump up trying to eat you like his grandparents' occasionally did.

"Don't worry, Mom. I'll take care of it." He assured before his mother gave him one last smile and drove away.

Matt and Jake were flopped down in the half-ghost's room. Matt sat on the bed while Jake paced around the room, phone in hand.

"Hey, feeling any better?" He asked into the phone.

On the other side, Chris was sitting on her bed, leaning against the backboard. Her hair was down and she was still in black pajamas, which looked like her normal clothes only the sleeves were longer and everything was loose. But, overall, she looked fine.

"I was fine three days ago," She groaned. "But my parents are being way overprotective. They won't let me out of the house!"

Jake chuckled. "What a way to spend a weekend."

"You're telling me. If I don't get out soon, I'm going to go insane." She sighed, her frustration building.

"Are you parents home right now?"

"No. Why?"

Jake smirked and turned to Matt. "How about we perform a little rescue mission?"

Many miles away, the girls dropped their bags into their room. Like all hotel rooms, it was large and tacky with red curtains and bedspread, black-polished wooden furniture, a dresser with a TV on top, a door leading into a bathroom, two good-sized beds, and violet-tinted walls. The oversized room flooded into another by a door.

Valerie smiled as she looked around. "Wow, this sure beats my old apartment."

Sam raised her eyebrows. "I didn't know it was going to be this…extravagant."

"I still like Amity Park better." Abby grumbled.

Sam put her arm around her daughter's shoulder. "Oh, come on! This will be fun." It was very obvious how hard she was trying.

Abby sighed, letting her shoulders slump.

"Oh, yes. Fun, indeed." Thrasher chuckled, floating outside the hotel with a pair of binoculars.

But then, Ember snatched the binoculars from the girl and glared at her.

I TRIED adding a little humor. That's all I could think of.

I'll try to make next chapter a little longer and a little better.