I know, I know, I should be working on Misunderstandings and Warmhearted Wraith 2. However, I need people to do my polls in order for me to figure out what to do. So it's really not my fault. Also, this will kill yet another plot bunny.

Disclaimer: If you think I own DP, you are even more mentally challenged then me.

The Eternal Slumber Party

Valerie flew through the night sky. She glanced at the piece of paper she clutched in her hand, re-reading it.

Val, meet me at the clock tower at eight tonight. Oh, and please don't bring any weapons. I just wanna talk! –DP

Valerie had ignored the 'don't bring weapons' part, but she was totally meeting Phantom– for the last time. And Valerie's wish for him to be destroyed was tripled by the way the note had arrived. It had been slipped into Valerie's locker at school. That worried her. If Phantom knew enough to know her locker, what else did he know? Her family? Friends? How much more?

Valerie glanced up to see the clock tower filling her vision. She was going to run into it! She panicked, trying to stop herself, but the booster rockets wouldn't respond. She shut her eyes tightly, not wanting to see the impact. She waited to feel pain.

But all she felt was a tug on her arm. She looked around to see Phantom gripping her hand tightly. His green eyes shone as he pulled her back from the impact.

"Are you ok? You almost got crushed." He asked. Valerie was so shocked that he'd saved her that she could think of nothing to say other than, "Just a little distracted, thanks." Phantom nodded.

"Ok. I need to talk to you." He said.

"You already are."

Phantom blushed. Ghosts can blush? "Ok, I suppose I am. Anyway, there's this big truce between all ghost kids tonight. And, well, I'm kinda new to this, but they invited me anyway. But what they also wanted me to do was invite you. Apparently you're the only teenage ghost hunter in. . . well, ever. So they said for me to invite you to this big party they're throwing."

Valerie blinked. "Like a date?"

Phantom turned bright red. "No!"

Valerie smirked. "So why are you still holding my hands?"

Phantom dropped her hands like they were on fire. He stuttered a couple times before Valerie decided to put him out of his misery. "It's ok. I'm just kidding."

"Good. 'Cuz I'm not interested."

"Neither am I."

"Good."

"Good."

Valerie looked at Phantom. "I don't suppose I get a choice about whether I go or not?"

Phantom looked away. "Don't shoot the messenger, but I think if you say no, everyone's going to come kick your butt."

Valerie sighed. "And how do you know this?"

Phantom smirked. "Last Christmas, this ghost called the Ghostwriter decided to mess with me. Well, I say mess with, but really he used this magic keyboard to change reality. Everyone was talking in rhyme." He shuddered. "So annoying. Anyway, I told everyone he had broken the christmas truce, so. . . well, I think the exact wording went something like this: 'I'm trapped in his poem! The guy's off his nut!' 'He should really know better.' 'Let's go kick his butt!'"

Valerie noticed Phantom was steering her through the air, one hand on her back. She wondered where they were going, but she had other questions, too.

"If he could alter reality, why didn't he nullify the truce?"

Phantom grinned. "Actually, he did. We made it to his lair before he started writing battle scenes. But then, guess what I did?" Valerie shrugged. She had no clue. "I hit Walker with an orange. The ghostwriter was feeling really smug until he realized that nothing rhymes with orange." Phantom imitated a hunched over figure feverishly hunt-and-peck typing. He used a husky voice in an impression of an older ghost. "He picked up an orange, and- ah, dang it, nothing rhymes with orange!"

Valerie giggled. Phantom smiled at her. "So then we threw him in jail." He sighed. "Fun times."

They stopped right in front of Casper High. "What're we doing here?" Valerie asked.

"Well, if my watch is right," Phantom glanced at his wrist, pressing a button that made the face of his watch glow, "Then there will be a portal opening- now."

A green flash lit up the building, and then a swirling green vortex appeared. Phantom offered her his hand. "Ready?"

Valerie took a deep breath. "Yeah."

They entered the portal, and it closed swiftly behind them.

Me: Ok, I'm so evil for writing this! I really shouldn't be starting another chapter fanfic when I can't handle the other two I'm doing. But if you wanna complain, I'm just gonna say that I can't write more on my other stories because NO ONE DID MY POLLS YET!

Hint, Hint. I'm not posting more until I've got some votes on my polls.

Valerie: Wait! Don't go! I wanna know what happens!

Me: Well, I mean it this time.

Valerie: Like all those other times you meant it about the 25 reviews?

Me: Hey, don't mock me or I'll make you kiss Youngblood at that party.

Valerie: . . .

Me: Ha. That shut her up.