***2nd time i posted this story!! Last time i accidentally posted the 2nd chapter and somehow messed the thing up, but this is indeed the first chap, so enjoy!***

Something light and happy to welcome SUMMER 09!!!

********WARNING: this chapter contains WHAT TIME IS IT, a High School Musical song. I'm not proud of myself for including this. I don't like it any more than you do, so please don't hurt me. I don't own HSM thank God. Or fudgesicles. Damnn.....

What time is it?

Summertime! It's our vacation!

"WHAT TIME IS IT?"

"SUMMER TIME!"

"IT'S OUR VACATION!"

"WHAT TIME IS IT?"

"PARTY TIME!"

That's what Wordy Wordsworth was woken up to on June 19. It was the morning of the last day of school, and his daughters Allie and Lainey, grades 4 and 2, were celebrating by performing a rendition of their favourite High School Musical song. Adorable, but...it was 5:30 am!

"Only 4 hours till the last day of school!" Allie shrieked joyfully.

"My class gets ice cream!" Lainey added.

"My class is going swimming." Allie retorted. "And we get fudgesicles, which are better than ice cream anyway!"

"Fudgesicles are gross!"

"You're just jealous that we get a better class party! We get to watch High School Musical 2!"

"It's too early for party time. And too hot." Wordy mumbled, and smashed his face deeper into his pillow, narrowly avoiding being hit by a flying pink flip-flop.

"Only 12 hours till your party time starts, Hun." Shelley whispered with a smile, kissing her husband's cheek as the girls left the room, deciding that interrupting their parent's sleep wasn't worth the effort on such a hot day.

"Our party time." Wordy corrected her with an ever bigger smile. "I gotta say, I'm almost as pumped as the girls for my summer vacation, 9 months of elementary school has to be about as hard as my 2-week shift, right?"

"The only difference is, your vacation lasts 3 weeks, they get 8. And I know what's harder than 9 months elementary school and a 2-week shift put together." Shelley sighed as she stroked her 9-months-pregant belly. "9 months of being a punching bag! I think we've got Jules 2 on our hands here."

"I'll let her know." Wordy laughed, then became serious. "How are you feeling today Shel?"

"I think this could be our week." she admitted slightly nervously.

"Girl number 4. I bet it doesn't get any easier."

"Kevin Wordy Wordsworth, you have no idea." Shelley answered. Her tone was serious, but the sparkle in her eyes told her husband that she wouldn't have it any other way. "But I'm not gonna lie, I'd feel much better if you were here." she added carefully. "You know, to make sure the air conditioner keeps working, and fetch us lemonade."

Wordy frowned. He knew the last 2 weeks had been harder on Shel that it had been on him, but she was such a "tough cookie", she'd never show it.

He leaned over her and kissed her lips.

"If you can last 12 more hours, we won't have to worry about hot calls, or sudden drug busts, or late-night shootings or anything else for 3 whole weeks. I'll be here so much you'll be sick of me." he promised as their lips broke apart.

"Whatever suits you." she answered with mock indifference, but her smile showed how relieved she was that she could finally have her Wordy all to herself for a while.

What time is it?

Party time! That's right say it loud!

What time is it?

Time of our lives! Anticipation!

What time is it?

Summertime! School's out, scream and shout!

Future chapters will be longer.

I'll try to update Clear To Fire sometime over the summer....

18 DAYS TILL INTERNATIONAL FLASHPOINT DAY!!!! (July 11)

PS: to whoever flamed my facebook-note-style ficlets, or iheartflashpoint and uniquefreak202's joint conversation fun fic......GET A LIFE. If you don't like it, we don't care. Nobody's forcing you to read it. We all know you're secretly wishing you're having as much fun as us.

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*Roxxy,
How do you stay so fresh?
I think cool thoughts.
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