Omg I have been gone waaaaay longer than I thought and I can't apologize enough for that! Please forgive me! It's okay if you don't though if I were you guys I would more than likely kick my butt. Of course I would much rather prefer receiving cookies! Nothing? Didn't think so…

Ok so I basically have to rush and get this done cuz I have to get some other ideas down tonight before my head explodes. I'm also listening to ACDC, Highway to Hell, (which I don't own, duh!) and if any of you know me, my writing is always affected by the music I'm listening to. I am so into loud hard rock and my mother hates it. I'm okay with that. She used to do the same to her parents lol. I love you karma. Anywhooo I hope you guys like this chapter as much as you did the last one but I highly doubt it.

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Talk About the End

Chapter 2

Disclaimer:

I… I… I can't do it! I have not a penny to my name and but a comb in my pocket so sue me all you want. Unless you desperately need a comb you won't get anything worth suing for. But that lengthy process? Ugh! Fine. I dntwndnyfntm. I don't own dnyfntm. I DON'T OWN DANNY PHANTOM! Happy now? Good, Great, Perfect, Fantaaastic, can I get on to the story now? Oh or Rebel Without A Cause, *james dean faint*

It's been two weeks since Sam Manson awoke from her coma. Tucker is back to eating meat, the populars pick on others again, and the ghost attacks are small and steady. Everything wasn't completely normal yet, though. Sam was currently getting ready to walk to school with her friends and have the awkward conversations occurring since her injury. Nothing had been the same, as Danny had feared if he told Sam how he felt. Although Danny felt it was more than that, she was distracted. The populars stayed away from Sam, the ghost's were careful not to hurt her, and Tucker was sure never to eat meat near Sam. Danny and Sam acted as though nothing had occurred between them. Danny was sure not to ask any questions that required a serious answer. Their days were filled with meaningless conversation; Sam telling Danny to do his homework, Sam being bored while ghost fighting, and Tucker going on about his PDA.

It was another normal day as the trio walked to school, "Hey guys, guess what!" Tucker commented.

"New update for your PDA software?" Sam guessed.

"No! I… Oh wait, yeah you're right," Tucker nervously chuckled.

Sam laughed lightly, "Yeah I thought so, Tuck," he smiled sheepishly, "So Danny, did you do your homework last night?"

"Well, define do and define homework," Danny joked.

"Didn't think so," Sam smiled.

They were currently crossing the street when a guy on a motorcycle zoomed by them nearly hitting them.

"Hey! Watch it punk," Sam screamed.

"Sorry," he mumbled from under his helmet. The trio started walking away when the stranger spoke again, "Hey beautiful, take your top off,"

"Excuse me!" Sam shouted, the group was shocked.

"Well, I am a player," the boy laughed removing his helmet, "At least that's what you always used to tell me,"

Sam squealed like a little girl as she threw her arms around the boy. The boy returned the hug and laughed while saying, "I told you I promised, Sammy,"

"I wouldn't call her Sammy if I were you. She hates it when people call her that," Tucker advised, walking up to the bizarre sight.

"Really?" the stranger raised an eyebrow at Sam, "Well would you like me to stop Miss Sam?"

"No!" Sam's eye's were the size of saucers, "I mean don't" Sam whispered, embarrassed.

"So? Who are you?" Danny seethed.

"Sammykins, you want to elaborate," the stranger teased.

"Danny, this is the boy from the hospital, Hunter," Sam introduced the boys to one another.

"You never told them about the past did you," Hunter questioned.

Sam frowned, "I never thought I'd see you again," Sam looked to the ground, "The last few memories aren't very good either. I haven't had the easiest time talking about it,"

"Well, some are, right?" Hunter asked.

"Of course! I… really miss you guys," the individualist stated.

"You want to tell me what is going on?" Danny asked.

The ghost boy was ignored, "Hey you wanna hang out today?" Hunter inquired.

"I would love to but I gotta get to school," Sam laughed.

"I don't remember that ever stopping you before," Hunter accused.

"Like I said, those days are over. Please don't be upset," Sam said.

"Hey, no worries. Change doesn't upset me, everybody changes. It just kinda stinks remembering who you used to be," he looked almost crestfallen, then looked up with a mischievous glint in his eyes, "But when I tell the guys that Sam 'The Man' is soft they're not gonna believe me," Hunter chuckled.

"I'm not soft! I have missed those days. Maybe just once more, for old times sake," Sam agreed, "Plus, I love your bike! Harley Davidson Regal, 92 right?"

"Absolutely!" Hunter beamed, "Glad to see you still know you're bikes. Here put on your helmet,"

"The one we bought anticipating this moment, all those years ago! I can't believe you still have it. Now I have to take a ride," Sam had the biggest smile on her face.

"Sam! Are you seriously thinking about ditching! You can't, that's not like you! I won't let you," Danny stated.

"Not like her?" Hunter asked, "You obviously know nothing about Sammy. Since when do you let people boss you around Sammykins?" Hunter was holding back a laugh.

"Sammy and Sammykins and ditching? Wow, Sam that's… different," Tucker laughed nervously.

"Sorry guys, one day off school won't kill me," Sam was staring at Hunter as though she was afraid if she looked away he would disappear, then shot a pointed glance at Danny and added, "And no one controls me,"

Sam hopped on the bike and Hunter said, "Don't worry, Dan was it, it's not dangerous. I mean, she has a helmet,"

And at that moment the motorcycle sped away.

"I don't understand what just happened," Tucker was beyond confused.

"Sam ditched us, what more of an explanation do you need," Danny snapped.

"Whoa, what was that about? She didn't ditch us she just wanted to hang out with a friend she hasn't seen in a while. It's not like she can't afford to miss just one day of school. She's missed, what, one day before? Through all of middle and high school? Just calm down, Danny," Tucker was convinced that Danny was blowing things out of proportion and he wanted to stop some ridiculous tirade before it started. For some reason he just couldn't put up with Danny's moodyness. Usually Tucker backed up Danny but not this time. To him, Sam was his sister and Tucker new Danny took Sam's condition and situatioin badly but so did he. So soon after she woke up Tucker just couldn't handle Danny giving Sam any grief. He was also unaware that Danny had spilled his guts to Sam so that made him think he never would. Honestly, Tucker was just overall pissed and tired, so he overreacted. He would get over it.

"Whatever, man," Danny was convinced Tucker would see it his way, he always did. Tucker was his last hope and that was now crushed, "Aren't you at all upset that she has apparently kept her whole past from us. A whole side of her we never knew!" Danny nearly shouted.

"We never asked," Tucker turned on his heel and continued down the sidewalk to Casper High.

Sam felt so happy. She felt so much more alive than she had since she woke up from her coma. She understood why everyone kept a close eye on her. She still got a little winded sometimes, to be perfectly honest, but she would never tell them that. Ever since she awoke she was sheltered and she had enough of it. Danny was even more protective of her, which she didn't even think was possible. But enough about all of that, all she wanted to think about was the wind rushing past her and the motor pulsing under her. Also, of course, the guy sitting in front of her. She was convinced she would never see him again. He brought memories along with him that she still can't bring herself to confront. For a long time she was glad he was so good at disappearing but then… she really wanted to see him again, all of them. She was sure he would never come around. Now all she could do was thank whatever brought him back. Then another thought hit her. Where were they going? She remembered how fun he was but also how reckless. She was too, but she had grown up since them. Something told her Hunter hadn't done the same. He'd always be the same old Hunter, kid at heart. That was what she missed most about him, his stability, his dependability, and his give 'em hell attitude. (AN: wink wink ;) ) He would always be the same and never thought twice about anything. That's also what she hated the most. Nothing that ever happened was a big enough deal to him. There was no problem that couldn't be fixed by either duct tape or shrugging it off. She couldn't spend her whole life being a rebel without a cause, even if he could. Although, every once in a while, well, it's just an amazing escape from life. He pulled up at the Nasty Burger and Sam wondered how he knew about their usual hang out.

They both got off the bike and took off their helmets, "What do ya think?"

"How did you know this was my usual hang out?" Sam inquired. Had he been keeping tabs on her? That was too creepy to even think about.

"Um, what are you talking about? I just tried to find the place I thought you'd hate the most? Aren't you still an ultra (ultra-recyclo-vegetarian)? This place is the very personification of the government overworking people and killing millions of poor defenseless animals then deep frying them and slapping them on a plate," Hunter stood shocked all the while thinking, She couldn't have changed that much, could she?, "I picked this place for jokes Sam,"

"Wow you still know me way to well," Sam was so pleased with his response.

"Ok now you've really got me confused. If you hate this place why did you say it's where you usually hang out?" Hunter was seriously having a hard time keeping up with the conversation.

"I definitely hate this place. It's just," Sam sighed, realizing that if she told him the truth it would make her friends look bad, "I just put up with it. It's the cheapest place around,"

"Since when did the monetarily gifted Manson's care about the cost of a good meal?" Hunter laughed, "Wait, Sam, did something happen to your fortune while I was away? That you actually do have to watch for cash?" Worry lines creased his face.

Glad he's capable of worry, Sam smiled to herself, "No Hunter, don't sweat it. I will forever be filthy rich. Okay?"

"Okay so then you're lying to me. Why the heck do you really hang around here?" Hunter was not going to give up, he was also stubborn.

"Well, my friends," Sam began.

"Oh, great, it's those duds (yes duds not dudes. As in lame-o's or boring. Just clearing that up! Lol) who are causing this problem?" he said in a serious tone. Sam looked shocked and started to get a little pissed but Hunter soon grinned like crazy and said, "Kidding! Man I haven't lost my touch, have I?" He was always knew the very best ways to get under her skin.

Oh man that smile, it always seems to reach his eyes and light up his face. That was another thing Sam had missed, his smile was so contagious, "Don't do that," she playfully punched his shoulder, "and let me finish! Anyway, they do have to watch their money and they're not ultra's. I have to admit I begged them for a whole month to take their business somewhere else because I hate this place so much. Nothing worked and there really isn't too much of a better alternative so I put up with it,"

Hunter began to laugh hysterically.

"What the heck?" Sam joined in anyway.

"I'm sorry but seriously? You are so soft!" Hunter wiped the tears forming in his eyes from laughing so hard, "I can't believe it,"

"I am not soft!" Sam yelled.

"Whatever Sammy," Hunter poked, "Let's ditch this joint, babe,"

"You've got it," Sam slipped on her helmet and slipped back into her former self for just a bit…

Alrighty! FINIS

For now…

I know things are really confusing as of right now but I just wanted to give you some characteristics of my OC Hunter and don't worry if you can stick with me I promise more will be revealed as we go. This was more of a short filler chapter but reviews are more than appreciated. R&R!