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Time for the Disclaimer!
Me: Agent-CherryGarcia212 owns nothing but the plot. *Sighs*
Dan Cahill: Haha! I laugh at you! *Points*
Me: Shut up.
Dan: Make me.
Me: *Pushes sleeves up and takes step forward*
Dan: *Yelps* Okay, okay! Sheesh.
Chapter One
Dan's POV
I was sitting at the breakfast counter, trying to figure out what to do. Nellie was trying a new recipe, Amy and Fiske were at some Father-Daughter picnic at Amy's school, and Saladin was stalking a bird in the backyard. I was bored. Incredibly bored. It was Saturday morning. There was nothing good on TV, I wasn't hungry, and I didn't feel like video games. What I wanted to do was practice my ninja moves, but Fiske outlawed it after I broke the china cabinet last week. Even though it totally wasn't my fault. The cabinet simply was not placed in the smartest location and got in my way. Really, they should just be grateful I wasn't barefoot, or the wreckage would have torn my foot up.
"Nellie," I whined, stretching her name out as far as possible. It didn't matter. She was listening to her iPod, and I wasn't even sure she knew I was in the kitchen.
I considered doing my homework, then quickly vetoed it. I wasn't that bored. Maybe I could hang out in the backyard with Saladin, I thought. Then I shook my head. The last time I had interrupted Saladin's bird stalking time, he nearly took my finger off. Now I know I've got no social life.
The doorbell rang.
"Nellie," I said pointedly. She didn't hear me. Of course, I thought as I slid off my stool, and went to get the door.
I flung it open, and saw a man and a woman standing on the porch. The woman was wearing a huge sun hat that shaded most of her face and short hair that was cut close to her chin. I couldn't tell the color because the hat was shading it, too, making it look almost black. The man had a simple Boston Red Sox baseball cap that shaded only his eyes. I could see salt-and-pepper hair from under it. The dude looked a little familiar. Must be one of Fiske's friends, I decided, since the man was too old to be one of Nellie's. But something kept tugging at my mind. I shrugged it off.
"Uh, do you want to see Fiske? 'Cause, he's not here right now, but he should be back in 20 minutes. You can wait for him on the porch." I gestured to the porch furniture.
They looked at each other, then sat down on a couch. I reclined on the other one, figuring I may as well wait with them.
The people were speaking quietly, like they were trying to decide on something. I ignored them, and tried to ignore the thoughts tugging at my brain, yet refusing to be known.
Amy's POV
I was sitting in Fiske's car, thinking about the fun we had at the picnic. Fiske had become an entirely different person during the 3-legged race.
Fiske stopped at the edge of our driveway to pick up the mail and I stared out the window. Suddenly, I froze. Sitting on the porch were Dan and two strangers. Wait, my brain said, the man isn't a stranger. I blinked. Sure enough, I recognized him. Dad. As Fiske started going up the driveway, all common-sense flew from my mind. I opened the door and jumped out of the car while it was still moving.
"Amy!" I heard Fiske shout, but I ignored him. I stumbled and tripped, but the closer I got to the porch, the more sure I was the man was my father. I got up and ran to the porch. Dad stood up and I flung myself into his arms. He squeezed me tight. I was crying.
Suddenly, something occurred to me. If Dad was here, was Mom? I looked around. Dan was standing at the end of the porch, and seemed shell-shocked. I turned my head. The lady with the sun hat had taken it off and was crying. Mom. I pulled her into our hug. We stood in a knot for a while, when I remembered Dan. I looked around. He was blinking. Suddenly, he ran around us and into the house.
Sorry for the shortness. I'll try and update again this week. This was originally for SG's contest, but took to long to write. Sorry for possible OOCness.
Please review! Go easy on me!