Woo, Chapter 2. Thanks to everyone who read Chapter 1; all four of you. Everyone's guessed the formulaic plot by now, so lets have some fun. (A.N. Reviews, actual reviews, I'm so damn happy. And one from the great Acosta Perez Jose Ramiro; the King of CA. I'm giddy.) anywho, on with the story.

Disclaimer: the window on the Camaro is broken, but I still own it. And I still don't own the Rugrats.

Chapter Two: Movie Night

One month earlier.

Chuckie Finster hated summer. It was such a volatile month. You start loving it. The freedom. But then, it turns on you.

During the first three weeks of summer vacation, Life's great. You get all the time in the world to hang out with your friends. Run through the sprinklers, watch horror movies, go fishing, run through the sprinklers, and play some ball in the park; then the mall. Fun.

But then, boom. It turns on you. The tedium, the boredom, it was maddening. Like Jack Nicholson in "the Shining," (not one Chuckie wanted to watch, but Tommy picked it, and Angelica had needled him to staying put through, and sleep was lost for days) he was slowly losing his grip. He was currently laying on the floor in Tommy's living room, the crowd seated around, and the images on the screen the only light.

Unbeknownst to Chuckie, a singular set of eyes was burning into the back of his head. Angelica Pickles was glaring. The seventeen year old "young woman" was upset, and at a strange crossroads in her life. Her senior year was fast approaching. Collage was on the horizon. No more silly young life. And she was alone. The boys who had constantly been groveling for her attention began to lose interest to her. They had no ambition, they had no class, and they only cared about themselves. She was looking more for someone with rich parents and who cared only about her. Was that too much to ask? The only kicks she had gotten for the last two months was the fear she still inspired in Finster.

It amazed her that she could still spook that kid so. All she had to do was stand behind him and wait for him to turn around. He would jump and shriek and run. It never failed. That kid had been as predictable as they came. No wait, he wasn't a kid anymore either. He was sixteen. She had never really thought of Finster as anything more than Finster; her cousin's gork friend with big glasses and poor annunciation, good old reliable Finster. If the sky fell and the moon turned pink and dogs spoke Latin, Charles Finster would not change. That, of course had to change too. He had been predictable. Then, Saturday had revealed otherwise.

Saturday had been going amazingly well, and the evening had led to the gang (less Suzie, she was interning or something, Angelica had been reading a magazine at the time Suzie was explaining and couldn't be bothered with details) to sipping smoothies at their "favorite" hangout. By favorite we mean cheapest. Finster was sweeping the back room and Angelica was hiding behind a crate of beans ready to shock the poor child witless. She listened to him grumble as he swept, ready to pounce, but he stopped. He cleared his throat.

"Okay Finster, let's try this again..." He spoke, addressing the broom handle with grim determination. "Angelica, I… no, no, no, that's wrong."

"Angelica, I was wondering if you liked food. Wait, what? Of course she likes food! She likes food; she likes movies and so on but will like food and movies and things like that with me? She'd never go out with me, not in a million years. Angelica; I love you, so there! No, damn. Oh what's wrong with me I can't do this I can't face- Ah!"

Angelica's many years of Finster proximity allowed her to properly guess that Chuckie had tripped over the broom. She knew how long it took the average Finster to get up. She used this opportunity to bolt. Like a flash she took off through the Java Lava with one destination.

"Hey Angelica, are you…" was all Lil had managed to get out before the door slammed and Angelica had vanished.

"What's up with her?" Phil asked no one in particular. Kimi shrugged, "Have we ever known?"

Angelica had meanwhile ran strait to her room, do not pass go, do not collect 200 dollars. She was standing in her bathroom staring at her reflection. She had washed her make-up off and her mind was racing. A wave of mixed emotions crept over her spine. Her first desire was to go give Chuckie Finster a piece of her mind. She would embarrass him and shout something to the extent of "Charles Finster, you geek. I wouldn't date you if you were the last thing on the face of this Earth!" That would have been good for a laugh. But then, He said it. Love. She ran her fingers through her hair. She felt Betrayed. How long was that two-faced weasel harboring feelings? Days, months; years? She couldn't stand to thing how far Finster's mind had "wandered" on the topic of her. Why that no-good…

Of course, She couldn't blame him. She was the most attractive person he'd ever meet, so he begrudgingly forgave him for his ugh, attraction. Why was I cursed with such beauty, class, and grace? But once she washed her make-up off, these thoughts also ceased. He loves me, she thought. And that is what bothered her.

You don't love people on how they look, (Like her geek-bait cousin. She was obliged to love him, he's family, but he's no prize) you have to really know them. How long had she known Finster? How many crises had she helped him with? No matter how scared and timid and unworthy of her help he was, she'd drag him, kicking and screaming if need be, to try to get that toad through his many, many, problems. And he'd be grateful.

Suddenly, like a mall elevator lurching to a halt it, it dawned on her. She had always caved. Be it at the last possible second, she always took time out of her busy schedule to help the clueless fool out. But he liked, no, wait, scratch that. He loved her. So who's more clueless?

She needed to sit down. The room was, in fact, spinning. She laid down on her large bed and drifted slowly to sleep.

The next morning was not good. Nor the evening, for that matter. She had had odd and turbulent dream of dancing with HE. And that is all the time she wanted to waste on that. So she had spent the day cleaning, nothing else to do on a Sunday. Only one phone call had interrupted her day.

"Hey Angelica, where'd you disappear to last night?"

Angelica sighed "Hello Kimi. I'm splendid, and you? Look, I just didn't feel well, that's all."

"Well we were all worried. Chuckie went looking for you."

"Huh, oh, no surprise there." She fought the urge to begin stuttering. This warm odd feeling creped up her neck, to the sides of his face, and she felt Kimi could feel it too. "Listen, I have to go…"

"See you at Tommy's for movies tomorrow, right."

"Sure, sure. See you later, say hi to Chuckie." Click.

"Say hi to Finster what the hell is wrong with me!"

Flash back forward back to the now

Angelica sat, furious at the kid before her for screwing with her head. The movie was winding down. The hero had just mowed down a demon/witch creature in a Wal-Mart.

"Hail to the King, baby!" the hero had said, and swept a damsel of her feet.

"Yes!" Tommy had screamed in triumph. He'd been paying very little attention to Dil's film. He'd been typing like mad. His laptop on the floor, he began dancing like an idiot. His shout had scared the holy hell out of Chuckie, who had screamed and jumped and tripped again. Angelica found this slightly more amusing than she should have.

"Whoa T, What's the news?" Lil asked.

"We're in, We're in, My Story! We made it! Ha ha-ha." Tommy seized Lil into a hug and spun around. He then grabbed Dil and began to dance mad.

"Mr. Liotta liked my script, we're in. The 'Young Guns" film festival and we're in."

"Uh, Tommy, we don't have a mob movie."

"Incidental."

"But you do have a script?"

"Uh, we have an outline. No ending."

"Tommy, I hate to be master of the obvious but, we can't have a film with no ending."

"I know Chuck, the showdown in the cemetery, I just can't, damn. No way out. I'll let the only surviving cast members sort this."

"Only surviving…"

"Who?"

"Who, Tommy?"

Angelica knew what was coming, as you know true believer, who the stars of this fic are.

She knew what her idiot cousin was planning because Tommy was staring right at her, and Finster had become strangely interested with the ceiling fan.

"Uh… Chuckie and Angelica."

----Thank god that chapter's over. And I know that ending blows. It just needed to end at that point. Angelica centric, I know. Okay the final chapter is done. But the four or three between now and then are nonexistent. So it may be a few days. Just re-read the first chapters for your Angelica Chuckie fix. I do. Thanks readers, Take care.