By Onua
Rating: PG
Genre: Humor
Owen quickly finished off his math problems, and bade the study group a goodnight. He ran quickly down the hall, pausing only for adults. The second he walked in the door, he threw his books onto his bed, and logged on.
Owen listened to the jolly sound of his dial-up modem. He watched the page slowly load, and then entered his screen name and password into the box, so he could check his e-mail.
"Jolly! An e-mail from Neal!" he exclaimed, opening the letter.
Hey Owen!
Check out this site. It's really 'jolly'. *snicker, snicker* See ya l8r!
Neal
Owen clicked on the link, and a site, FanFiction.Net, showed up. Owen did a search for his name, wondering if Neal had written any stories about him. (He doubted it, but still wanted to see!)
The search page showed up, and he saw a jolly looking story: Who's Better? A Debate Between Owen and Thom!. Since he knew a Thom (the Lioness' son), he decided to read it. Maybe Kel had written it? Maybe she liked him!
"By jolly gee!" he exclaimed, surprised at his luck. "I'm going out with Kel!"
"Says who?" a voice called from the door. Owen whirled around to see Neal, Cleon, Merric, Esmond, Iden, and Warric at his door.
"Er, um, jolly good night, isn't it?" Owen asked, grabbing his laptop and satellite up-link. He ran into the closet, barricaded the door, and lit one of the candles from his secret stash.
Owen had hidden some essentials in his closet, in case something like this ever were to happen. He had food, candles, matches, toilet paper, water, candy, more toilet paper, batteries (for his laptop), and one of them new-fangled flashlights.
Owen read the story, interjecting in some parts ("I'm way more jolly than that duffer!"), and then closed the window, for he heard a familiar voice from outside his closet.
It sounded an awful lot like Kel...
"I am not going out with Owen!" Kel told them. Owen opened his closet door, and peered out.
"Get that jolly old fool!" Cleon cried, pouncing upon Owen.
Cra—ud..... tonight's gonna be long, Owen thought, before getting clobbered one hudred and one ways.
Disclaimer: Nope. Not me. *points at Tamora Pierce* Her.
A/N: Okay, that was the sequel. I'd like to thank Marc's Sweetie for the suggestion!
