A/N: Rafe, Danny, etc. I do own Skye and her brother Allen.
To 2001!
Chapter 2
After watching at least three movies and telling Rafe "Don't touch that!" about nine times that, I decided I needed to go to bed, for the sake of my sanity. I stumbled down the hall and up the stairs. After changing into my pajamas, I jumped into bed and dozed off, finally.
The next morning I woke up early. Being the nice person I was, I decided to cook a nice, big breakfast for Rafe and I. I stumbled down the hall, and as I passed his door, I heard him mumble "You stole my girl, you dirty traitor," and some curse words I couldn't make out.
I found the ingredients to make bacon, scrambled eggs, and waffles. I was squeezing an orange for orange juice when Rafe walked down the hall.
"Morning," I said, not looking up. He mumbled a greeting. I set a plate of steaming waffles in front of him, along with bacon and eggs. Setting down a glass of fresh orange juice next to the plate, I sat across from him with my food.
I looked at him, shoveling a piece of egg in my mouth.
"Eat up; it'll get cold." He looked at me.
"Nah, I'm not hungry," he said, pushing his plate away. I gasped.
"You did not just say that," I said. He nodded.
"Yes I did ma'am."
"I spent an HOUR cooking breakfast. For YOU! Eat it, eat it!" I shrieked. He obediently stuck a piece of bacon in his mouth.
"This IS good, ma'am," he said politely. I grinned.
"Heard ya talking to someone this morning, dude," I said.
"Dude?" he asked.
"Never mind. Who were you talking to?" I said, eating a piece of syrup-soaked waffle.
"Danny."
"Yeah, I heard you say something' about him last night. What'd he do to you? You said he stole your girl this morning," I said. Rafe hung his head.
"OK, OK, I'll tell you. This is Danny, my best friend," he said, holding out a picture.
"DANG! What a hot guy! I mean, please continue," I said. He eyed me closely and then began again.
"Anyway, I saw this very pretty nurse, and I had to take a test to get into the Army. I almost flunked because of the eye test. Not because I couldn't see, but I just get letters mixed up sometimes. She passed me anyway.
"I was very grateful, so I wanted to tell her so. OK, I wanted to ask her out on a date. Anyway, she was doin' shots, and I already had had one. I stole another guys medical folder and used that.
"I asked her out, and she gave me the shot TWICE that time. So I passed out and broke my nose on a table. I asked her to have some champagne with me, and when I took the cork off the bottle, it hit me in the nose!"
"Figures," I said.
"Anyway, we fell in love. So I had to go to England to help them fight the war, and there, my plane got shot down! I lived, but everyone thought that I died! So Danny and my girl Evelyn thought I was dead, so Danny and Evelyn got together! And then I came back!"
"And they were hooked up?" I asked. He nodded.
"That must suck," I sympathized.
"How can it suck?"
"It means that that's BAD." I knew I shouldn't use so much slang from our time so I wouldn't confuse him, but I couldn't help it. And he'd probably catch on. Just then, I heard a car horn outside.
"MAN! I completely forgot!" I shrieked, pulling Rafe out of the chair. "Go down to your room, and take your food with you!" And boy, did Rafe run. OK, OK, I know you're wondering why I was so freaked out by the honking horn.
Well, the reason is about four and a half feet tall, with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes.
Yep, that's right. Allen is home. Who's Allen? Allen is my younger brother. Allen scares me a little bit.
Just then, Allen burst through the door. He'd been spending the night at a friend's house. But why did Rafe have to go and hide? Because Allen would freak. He'd think I either had a secret boyfriend, or I was being robbed.
But first, let me tell you this. I did not think Rafe would rob us (I bet most of you didn't either). He seemed too nice and simple for that. I also did not like-like Rafe.
"Skye, look what Carl gave me!" he said, holding up a large plastic cowboy. I smiled.
"Ummm, Allen, follow me. I gotta show you something." I led him down to our parent's room where Rafe was staying. I opened the door.
"Hi there, little boy!" Rafe said. Allen's mouth dropped open.
"Auuuuuuuuuuuugh!" he shrieked. "Who the heck IS that?"
"Uhhhh, Allen, this is Rafe." I tried to explain.
This was about to get even more complicated.
To 2001!
Chapter 2
After watching at least three movies and telling Rafe "Don't touch that!" about nine times that, I decided I needed to go to bed, for the sake of my sanity. I stumbled down the hall and up the stairs. After changing into my pajamas, I jumped into bed and dozed off, finally.
The next morning I woke up early. Being the nice person I was, I decided to cook a nice, big breakfast for Rafe and I. I stumbled down the hall, and as I passed his door, I heard him mumble "You stole my girl, you dirty traitor," and some curse words I couldn't make out.
I found the ingredients to make bacon, scrambled eggs, and waffles. I was squeezing an orange for orange juice when Rafe walked down the hall.
"Morning," I said, not looking up. He mumbled a greeting. I set a plate of steaming waffles in front of him, along with bacon and eggs. Setting down a glass of fresh orange juice next to the plate, I sat across from him with my food.
I looked at him, shoveling a piece of egg in my mouth.
"Eat up; it'll get cold." He looked at me.
"Nah, I'm not hungry," he said, pushing his plate away. I gasped.
"You did not just say that," I said. He nodded.
"Yes I did ma'am."
"I spent an HOUR cooking breakfast. For YOU! Eat it, eat it!" I shrieked. He obediently stuck a piece of bacon in his mouth.
"This IS good, ma'am," he said politely. I grinned.
"Heard ya talking to someone this morning, dude," I said.
"Dude?" he asked.
"Never mind. Who were you talking to?" I said, eating a piece of syrup-soaked waffle.
"Danny."
"Yeah, I heard you say something' about him last night. What'd he do to you? You said he stole your girl this morning," I said. Rafe hung his head.
"OK, OK, I'll tell you. This is Danny, my best friend," he said, holding out a picture.
"DANG! What a hot guy! I mean, please continue," I said. He eyed me closely and then began again.
"Anyway, I saw this very pretty nurse, and I had to take a test to get into the Army. I almost flunked because of the eye test. Not because I couldn't see, but I just get letters mixed up sometimes. She passed me anyway.
"I was very grateful, so I wanted to tell her so. OK, I wanted to ask her out on a date. Anyway, she was doin' shots, and I already had had one. I stole another guys medical folder and used that.
"I asked her out, and she gave me the shot TWICE that time. So I passed out and broke my nose on a table. I asked her to have some champagne with me, and when I took the cork off the bottle, it hit me in the nose!"
"Figures," I said.
"Anyway, we fell in love. So I had to go to England to help them fight the war, and there, my plane got shot down! I lived, but everyone thought that I died! So Danny and my girl Evelyn thought I was dead, so Danny and Evelyn got together! And then I came back!"
"And they were hooked up?" I asked. He nodded.
"That must suck," I sympathized.
"How can it suck?"
"It means that that's BAD." I knew I shouldn't use so much slang from our time so I wouldn't confuse him, but I couldn't help it. And he'd probably catch on. Just then, I heard a car horn outside.
"MAN! I completely forgot!" I shrieked, pulling Rafe out of the chair. "Go down to your room, and take your food with you!" And boy, did Rafe run. OK, OK, I know you're wondering why I was so freaked out by the honking horn.
Well, the reason is about four and a half feet tall, with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes.
Yep, that's right. Allen is home. Who's Allen? Allen is my younger brother. Allen scares me a little bit.
Just then, Allen burst through the door. He'd been spending the night at a friend's house. But why did Rafe have to go and hide? Because Allen would freak. He'd think I either had a secret boyfriend, or I was being robbed.
But first, let me tell you this. I did not think Rafe would rob us (I bet most of you didn't either). He seemed too nice and simple for that. I also did not like-like Rafe.
"Skye, look what Carl gave me!" he said, holding up a large plastic cowboy. I smiled.
"Ummm, Allen, follow me. I gotta show you something." I led him down to our parent's room where Rafe was staying. I opened the door.
"Hi there, little boy!" Rafe said. Allen's mouth dropped open.
"Auuuuuuuuuuuugh!" he shrieked. "Who the heck IS that?"
"Uhhhh, Allen, this is Rafe." I tried to explain.
This was about to get even more complicated.