People, people, people! PhantomAL is in the hiz-ouse! I gots me a new chapter and it's leakin' out of my head right now! (SPLAT!) Oh, there it is!
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The nameless chapter
(Danny's POV, as always!)
I woke up with a headache more spitting than the Grand Canyon. Maybe even worse. I then recollected my thoughts and remembered what I did last night. I went to the club, I danced with Sam, and I KISSED her! Although it wasn't really me who did it, I was still surprised nonetheless. I then heard a knock on my door.
I opened the door, expecting it to be one of my family members. But it was the police chief from last night.
"Fenton", he said angrily, "where were you last night?"
"At home," I said, "doing homework."
"Cut the crap." He said. "You were at the club last night. I know because after running a DNA test, and talking with the city bank, it seems that the thousands of dollars I saw all over the ground at the club was taken from YOUR bank account."
My eyes widened. But I wasn't out of the fight yet. He might have been an adult, but from the info I've gathered, adults around here are pretty oblivious to something that's right under their noses.
"That money," I said, "was stolen."
"Stolen?" he asked. "Money from your bank account?"
"I… I mean…" I said, "what is this world coming to when a teenagers' own bank account isn't safe from this cities lowlifes?"
"I'll keep in touch, Fenton" And with that, the chief left. Like I said: oblivious with a capital "O".
When I got to school, guys were giving Sam the ever-popular "give-me-your-number" look. Apparently, most of them have been to the club. I felt like givin' them a kick in the face with a ribbon on top for even thinking about flirting with Sam. But knowing her, she shrugged it off.
I met up with her at lunch. Since Tucker was flirting with Valerie, it was just us two. Perfect. JUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSSST PEACHY! After what seemed to be 5 minutes of silence, I started the conversation.
"So," I began, "I heard you were a great singer at 'The Exorcist' the past few nights."
Sam looked at me with a shocked look on her face. I loved that look. For two reasons: 1: it was cute when she has it on her face. 2: it gave me the upper hand in the battle of the sexes.
"How did you…" she began.
"…know?" I interrupted. "Well, let's just say that Tucker can't keep a secret to save his ass."
She laughed, both at the joke, and out of nervousness.
"Anyway," I continued, "I heard that someone special was at the club last night."
"Yeah," she said. "He had a… green face."
I thought up a story so I wouldn't sound like an idiot… even more.
"I know." I said. "He's my… cousin, visiting from… Greenland!"
"Well," she began, "tell him that he's a great dancer."
"I can do more than that." I said, without listening to my brain. "How a bout I set up some time for you to meet him."
"That would be nice." she said with a smile.
"How about tonight at 7 at the park?"
"Great, tell him that."
"I'll do that." I said nervously.
I was screwed. If I didn't go, Sam would know that I lied to her and she'd be angry at me. But if I DID go, then she'd find out that the mask was me the whole time. I needed help, maybe a psychiatrist. The problem was that I didn't know any… I lived with one.
Sorry to leave you hanging like that. But I've gotta prepare for my own date with destiny. Read and review please!
PhantomAL- the future reincarnation of Jason Mewes