The Other Halfa: Part II - Danny Phantom the Series

Flirting with Disaster: Part 3

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"Danny?" Valerie questioned as she approached her computer.

[You: I'm fine, don't know what happened, but yeah.]

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After the breakup, Danny needed to cool off, and so he video chatted with Sam and Tucker about what had happened today.

"Didn't it seem weird at all? I mean, usually, she's all, 'Where are the ghosts! I find either of those ghosts, I'm gonna waste them!' But she didn't say a word."

"She spoke with her guns, Danny, remember?" Sam pointed out.

"Are you sure that's what you wanna talk about, dude? Sounds like you had a messy breakup," Tucker said before shaking his PDA as it started acting up again.

Danny's computer dinged.

[Valerie: Danny. R u okay?]

Danny reads the message out loud and smiles as both his friends ask in unison, "What's that? Is that from Valerie?"

"TUCKER! Are you online again!" Tuck's mom shouted, and Tucker was cut off soon, Danny ending the whole call, Sam protesting.

[You: I'm fine, but I didn't know what to think. How about you?]

The whole night, those two talked about everything and anything that came to mind.

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Wes looked around the empty park, soon letting out an annoyed sigh.

"I should've known better," He grumbled, looking over the strange text message he had gotten claiming there was a ghost sighting in the area, the perfect chance to work on his photography skills.

Pocketing his phone, Wes starts to walk back home, but as he passes a tree, he hears some soft cries. Curious, he slowly approaches and is surprised to find (y/n) sitting against the tree, curled into herself and crying.

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"(y/n)?" I hear and look up in shock to see Wes, looking at me with concern.

"Did you follow me here?" I accused with a glare. "I'm not in the mood to deal with you and your nonsense, so go away."

"No, no, I didn't! I swear!" Wes held his hands up in defense. "Here, look. I was tricked with the promise of ghosts to take pictures of. That's why I'm here, nothing else."

He shows me the text, and I let out an amused huff.

"You shouldn't listen to strange numbers, could lead you to a lot of trouble."

Wes chuckles as he sits next to me. "Yeah, you're probably right. But if I hadn't, I wouldn't have found you here, and you look like you need a friend."

"Whoever said we were friends?"

"Fair enough. Still, you don't look ok. Is everything ok?" He gave me a worried look again.

"No," I shake my head, the conversation between me and Danny flooding through my head again.

I rest my head in my arms again as tears start to escape.

"Would you like to talk about it?"

"No..." I croak out.

"May I give you a hug?" Wes asked.