A Cool Fall
Disclaimer: I don't own Jack, Fi, Carey, Irene, Ned, Molly, Clu,
or any of the other Soweird characters. I can wish as much as my
little heart desires, but it ain't gonna happen!
I'm seriously new at writing So Weird stories so please, bear with me! Here's my first
chapter. I hope y'all like it. Please R+R!!!
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Fiona Phillips walked down the hall of her house in Hope Springs.
So many memories, she thought. There's so much happiness, so much sadness, so much of everything.
She walked up the creaky stairs to her bedroom, feeling the handrail as she walked upstairs.
She padded over to her room.
Her room had always smelled familiar. It had the smell of roses,
honey, and ginger. Everyone thought she was crazy to like that combination,
but she didn't care. She loved it! It reminded her of him. Ever since they were little, her room smelled like that and
he spent so much time in her room, just sitting, talking to her that after a while, he began to
carry that scent. It smelled really good mixed with his cologne! She smiled thinking of him.
She was glad to be back. After spending all school year with her Aunt Melinda,
she had rejoined the tour, deciding to stay from then on. She belonged with her family.
There was no doubt about that! Now, she was at home, just happy to be back in her
old room! She missed the house since she had been gone. After all, the family ended
up spending Christmas on the road again so she didn't get to see it when she visited them for Christmas.
She heard the rest of the group pile into the house. She ran back downstairs to
hang out with them. Jack and Clu were play-fighting. 'That's strange,' she pondered. 'When did
Clu get back? Man, college did him some good!' She couldn't help but smile. She ran up to the guys,
hugging Clu.
"Hey, when'd you get back?"
"Well, Fiona, my favorite little munchkin," she pouted as he made fun of her height, or lack thereof.
"I got back, oh say, twenty minutes ago. I drove over here 'cause I called mom's cell
and this is where she said you guys would be."
"Okay, but I'm still mad about the munchkin thing! Just because you're, like, ten feet tall
doesn't mean you have the right to pick on us short people."
He laughed his hearty laughter. 'Gosh, I miss that sound,' she thought. Carey
snuck up behind her and poked her in the sides of her stomach, yelling, "BOO!"
She jumped and slapped him on the arm.
"That's just not right. First Clu, now Carey. I'm just hoping Ned and Irene don't start
doing this or I might have to start considering that whole conspiracy theory!"
Clu puffed up his chest and said, "Have no fear! The good knight is here."
Jack looked at him and laughed. "Sorry dude, but you can't be the good knight."
"Why?"
"Because! You're the bad guy, remember?"
"Darn! Well, since I'm not wanted here, I'm gonna go help dad carry bags, 'cayse that's what us manly
roadies do, unlike the wussie guitar players!"
Clu ran off, almost getting slapped by Carey, if not for the fact that he hid behind Fi for a few moments.
Fi, Carey, and Jack just laughed. They walked inside and went into the kitchen where Molly and
Irene were talking. Irene looked at them and said, "So, what have you done with my son
now?"
Fi spoke up. "Sorry Irene. He was getting to be too much for us so we threw him into a box
that's on it's way to Mexico right now."
"Haha. Funny! So, Jack, what REALLY happened?"
"He's out helping Mr. B unload our stuff."
"Oh. Carey, why aren't you helping?"
"Um. I dunno."
She gave a stern look. He groaned, slumped his shoulders, and walked outside into the
crisp Autumn air to help his father and brother unload bags.
Disclaimer: I don't own Jack, Fi, Carey, Irene, Ned, Molly, Clu,
or any of the other Soweird characters. I can wish as much as my
little heart desires, but it ain't gonna happen!
I'm seriously new at writing So Weird stories so please, bear with me! Here's my first
chapter. I hope y'all like it. Please R+R!!!
***********************************
Fiona Phillips walked down the hall of her house in Hope Springs.
So many memories, she thought. There's so much happiness, so much sadness, so much of everything.
She walked up the creaky stairs to her bedroom, feeling the handrail as she walked upstairs.
She padded over to her room.
Her room had always smelled familiar. It had the smell of roses,
honey, and ginger. Everyone thought she was crazy to like that combination,
but she didn't care. She loved it! It reminded her of him. Ever since they were little, her room smelled like that and
he spent so much time in her room, just sitting, talking to her that after a while, he began to
carry that scent. It smelled really good mixed with his cologne! She smiled thinking of him.
She was glad to be back. After spending all school year with her Aunt Melinda,
she had rejoined the tour, deciding to stay from then on. She belonged with her family.
There was no doubt about that! Now, she was at home, just happy to be back in her
old room! She missed the house since she had been gone. After all, the family ended
up spending Christmas on the road again so she didn't get to see it when she visited them for Christmas.
She heard the rest of the group pile into the house. She ran back downstairs to
hang out with them. Jack and Clu were play-fighting. 'That's strange,' she pondered. 'When did
Clu get back? Man, college did him some good!' She couldn't help but smile. She ran up to the guys,
hugging Clu.
"Hey, when'd you get back?"
"Well, Fiona, my favorite little munchkin," she pouted as he made fun of her height, or lack thereof.
"I got back, oh say, twenty minutes ago. I drove over here 'cause I called mom's cell
and this is where she said you guys would be."
"Okay, but I'm still mad about the munchkin thing! Just because you're, like, ten feet tall
doesn't mean you have the right to pick on us short people."
He laughed his hearty laughter. 'Gosh, I miss that sound,' she thought. Carey
snuck up behind her and poked her in the sides of her stomach, yelling, "BOO!"
She jumped and slapped him on the arm.
"That's just not right. First Clu, now Carey. I'm just hoping Ned and Irene don't start
doing this or I might have to start considering that whole conspiracy theory!"
Clu puffed up his chest and said, "Have no fear! The good knight is here."
Jack looked at him and laughed. "Sorry dude, but you can't be the good knight."
"Why?"
"Because! You're the bad guy, remember?"
"Darn! Well, since I'm not wanted here, I'm gonna go help dad carry bags, 'cayse that's what us manly
roadies do, unlike the wussie guitar players!"
Clu ran off, almost getting slapped by Carey, if not for the fact that he hid behind Fi for a few moments.
Fi, Carey, and Jack just laughed. They walked inside and went into the kitchen where Molly and
Irene were talking. Irene looked at them and said, "So, what have you done with my son
now?"
Fi spoke up. "Sorry Irene. He was getting to be too much for us so we threw him into a box
that's on it's way to Mexico right now."
"Haha. Funny! So, Jack, what REALLY happened?"
"He's out helping Mr. B unload our stuff."
"Oh. Carey, why aren't you helping?"
"Um. I dunno."
She gave a stern look. He groaned, slumped his shoulders, and walked outside into the
crisp Autumn air to help his father and brother unload bags.