I decided to write this Fan Fic because I used to love the show Rugrats and I always wondered what would happen when the bunch got older. This is just what I think, it may be the complete opposite of what you think will happen, but read it anyway. I hope you like it, I really do.

P.S. I don't own Rugrats, All Grown Up, or any of the producer's ideas, although it would be really cool if I did.


Chapter 1

Not Really Anyway

"Walk this way, walk this way! Ah, just give me a kiss like this."

The sounds of Aerosmith on her alarm clock radio awoke Kimi Finster in a dizzy state. Hearing the unexpected guitar and loud vocals, she jumped out of bed. This always happened when she had to set her alarm. Over the years, Kimi had gotten used to her mom coming in and gently nudging her awake, but Kira Finster hadn't done that in a long time, not since she got the new job. It was the kind of new job that starts at 5:30 am, before most normal people are even awake. It was the kind of new job where everything is about competition so you have to get there even earlier because that's when the other employees get there. It was the kind of new job where a mom rarely sees her kids, except at dinner, and all that's ever talked about are a certain red head's baseball achievements. But it didn't bother Kimi, not really anyway.

Kimi peered at her clock in disgust. Oh goody, yet another day at Lifton High School. Just where I want to be. Kimi staggered over to her closet, 5:45 am. It is way early to be up. She decided on wearing one of her favorite outfits, a white tank on top and a neon pink floor-length skirt on the bottom. Kimi loved wearing clothes that made her stand out in a place full of followers and wanna-bees. She pulled her hair back in a messy bun while heading for her door. Down the hall she heard her dad, Charles "Chaz" Finster, whispering into Chuckie's room about getting up. Then he walked in and softly, gently, nudged the teen awake. Kimi's dad had never done that for her before. But it didn't bother Kimi, not really anyway.

Dil Pickles woke up his usual 21 minutes late, exactly. He counted almost every morning for absolutely no reason. It was just something fun to do. Dil rolled out of bed, literally, and grabbed whatever clothes were closest to him. He smelled the shirt for any unpleasant odors and checked his jeans for any unwanted food stains. Dil had a reputation for being a sloppy eater. After getting dressed, Dil flipped his light switch on and quickly ran a comb through his hair. If he was lucky, the scrawny freshman could make it downstairs before another arrogant male, meaning Tommy Pickles did. Dil hated having to eat at the same table with that being. They used to get along great, but then Tommy went one way and Dil went another, and before he knew it, Dil ended up on the receiving end of Tommy's idiotic, but occasionally cruel jokes. This all happened when Tommy, or "T" as his friends called him, discovered sports and the alternate reality that came with them.

Dil emptied the remainder of the cereal into a bowl and was in mid-milk-pour when he glanced out the window. Outside was probably the most brilliant sunrise Dil had ever seen. He was in another world watching that big yellow ball loom into view. He didn't even hear the sound of a bulky 10th grader clunking down the stairs. Dil wasn't aware of Tommy's presence for awhile, but Tommy, being Tommy, decided it would be a good use of his time to ram into Dil, knocking him out of whatever trance he was in. Tommy spotted the sloppy child leaning towards the window. His elbow was resting on the countertop and he was staring at something, but the athletic sophomore could not for the life of him figure out what. Oh well, this'll be fun! The plan started out as a harmless little shove, you know, from brother to brother. But Tommy either changed his mind at the last second or didn't understand the concepts of hard and gentle. Tommy's push sent Dil reeling backwards, away from the window and his breakfast and down towards the cream colored tile. Dil landed almost directly on his tailbone and knew right away there would be a nice bruise there tomorrow.

"Ouch, I bet that hurt," Tommy snickered as he looked down at Dil.

Dil rested his head on the cool floor. "You could say that." Dil didn't bother asking Tommy for an explanation. He'd gotten used to the frequent shoves and punches.

"What were you looking at?"

"It's called a sunrise, ever heard of it?"

"Whatever Dilly. I got to go. Catch you later."

"Stop calling me that! Ugh!" Oh well, only 894 more days until he goes to college. Dil got up off the floor and moved to where his cereal bowl once was. The checkered bowl now sat in the sink and a puddle of milk was in its place. Dil sighed and looked back out the window. "Great, I missed the best part of the sunrise. The ending." Dil whined to no one unparticular. He grabbed his book bag and headed to school without breakfast again. "Only 68 more school breakfast mornings with the gorilla this year," the timid freshman liked to count things. But not being close with Tommy anymore didn't bother Dil...not usually anyway.


Did you like it? Don't worry-the chapters get much longer and the main plot is introduced in Chapter 2.