Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own Rafe, Danny or Evelyn or any other characters from Pearl Harbor, nor do I own any products, TV shows, movies, books, songs or any other form of media or object that you recognize! [exhales] Now that that's done with...
A/N: Listen up, I took a lengthy break from the Pearl Harbor section, only to realize that even though this story is getting rather long and was posted a very long time ago that it is the fic that I am most proud of, and when I think of all the nice, cool people that reside in this section, I realize that To 2001! is my calling. Dear Lord! I sound like an English teacher!
To 2001!
Prison. Yes, it's a bad place, and now I was comparing it to the pool. A prison warden? Not a nice man. Now seen also in the form of an angry lifeguard. Geez, they don't even need an electric fence, just that stupid lifeguard. Evelyn, Kelsey and I had changed and now we joined Allen, Danny, Mike and Rafe in the large shelter we had made using chairs, two life jackets and towels.
Let it be a lesson that close quarters are not good. Rafe and Danny were shooting each other death glares from the opposite ends of the tent-like thing, all because Rafe just found it necessary to put his arm around Evelyn's shoulder. Kelsey sat on my left and Danny was to my right, then next to him on the right were Allen and Mike, and then Rafe and Evelyn.
The roof was sopping wet, and I kept getting hit on the head with rain, in the exact same spot. I ducked each time the water made contact with my already-wet hair. I unconsciously drummed my fingers on the deck.
"This sucks," Kelsey brilliantly observed. We all nodded in agreement. I slumped back against the chain-link fence behind me that served as one of our walls.
"Stop-looking-at-me!" Rafe commanded. Danny looked shocked.
"Well you stop looking at me!" Danny retorted. I placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Cool it! I know this is bad. VERY bad, and I am all too aware that this is not fun! But we are just sitting here, and why don't we socialize instead of fight and complain and act like we're going to die here?!" I shouted angrily. Rafe and Danny shrugged. Kelsey looked at me with that look that said something like 'I hate this!'
Everyone was silent, and the only sound was rain on the towel.
"Kelsey!" Allen shrieked suddenly. She jumped about a foot into the air but looked at him.
"What?"
"Why not just call your mom and ask her to give us a ride home?" he asked. So simple, yet so obviously brilliant that it shocked us all. But Kelsey shook her head.
"She's at work, and no one else is home." There it was, our last shred of hope, gone in an instant! Down the drain! I slammed my head onto my knees. Hopeless!
"I have an idea..." someone ventured. I looked up. Evelyn was the one who had spoken.
"By all means," Kelsey said.
"Okay, this is what we do..."
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"Does everyone remember what they're supposed to do?" Mike asked. We all nodded. "Okay, I'll stay here."
On that note, Allen, Rafe, Danny, Evelyn, Kelsey and I ran up to the lifeguard.
"Sir, our friend! He's hurt!" Evelyn wailed, flailing her arms. The lifeguard looked alarmed.
"Um, okay, what happened?"
"He fell!" Allen said hysterically. The guard's eyes grew wide and ran to where we all pointed to. Sure enough, when he got there, Mike darted out of the structure since we had take the roof off, holding the bags. Our group cheered as he outran the big lifeguard.
When he finally met us at the exit, we all ran outside and leapt on our bikes. The rain was falling very hard now, so we rode as fast as we could, our clothes getting drenched. 'We rode through puddles, across slick streets soaked in water and tried to hurry while doing it. But of course, knowing our luck, we couldn't make the trip without a 'little' hang-up.
We were almost halfway home when Danny skidded and fell off of his bike, skinning his knee. He screamed loudly, which must have been incredible since we could hear it over the rain and passing cars. I groaned and hopped off of my bike and grabbed him by the arm, forcing him to get up. I could take care of that later.
When we finally got home, we waved goodbye to Mike and Kelsey and darted inside. I wrapped the soaked towel up into a little ball and tossed into a bathtub, then changed into my pajamas.
If I ever have to cook again, I'll flip my lid. After I changed into my pajamas, I decided just to microwave pizzas for dinner. I plunked a cheese one onto a blue glass plate and slid it into the little oven, setting the timer for twenty minutes. Then I retreated to the living room, where everyone else sat, glued to the TV.
"Come on, guys, let's play a board game," I suggested. They all looked at me as an animated dragon tried to learn to fly. Allen leapt up and dashed down the hall to the closet to get a game.
"Uh oh..." I said softly. For I knew what the little kid would bring back. And what do you know, I was right!
"Look, look, look! Pokemon Monopoly!" he said joyfully. I could feel the color drain from my face. I gulped, since a huge lump was forming in my throat.
"Allen, remember , we aren't really supposed to play that game any more," I said weakly. Rafe began to laugh.
"A board game? Why not?" Allen shifted uncomfortably.
"Well, Skye and I used to play that game all of the time. But it got sort of competitive one day and well..."
"He just sort of accidentally..."
"Dumped some Sprite over her head." Evelyn glanced at Allen and then turned to me, trying to hide laughter, just to be polite. But apparently, Rafe and Danny were not exactly, um, Miss Manners (the advice columnist). They were rolling around on the floor laughing, muttering about Sprite and Pokemon, which I knew that they had no idea what either one was.
We opened the board up and laid it out on the ground, passed out money and chose players, which took a very long time since Evelyn insisted on reading the instructions (which made me VERY angry).
But once this was all done, there was a peculiar odor in the air...
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Okay, now I am going to end this here. This chapter was... different. Reviews will be appreciated, like... a lot.
A/N: Listen up, I took a lengthy break from the Pearl Harbor section, only to realize that even though this story is getting rather long and was posted a very long time ago that it is the fic that I am most proud of, and when I think of all the nice, cool people that reside in this section, I realize that To 2001! is my calling. Dear Lord! I sound like an English teacher!
To 2001!
Prison. Yes, it's a bad place, and now I was comparing it to the pool. A prison warden? Not a nice man. Now seen also in the form of an angry lifeguard. Geez, they don't even need an electric fence, just that stupid lifeguard. Evelyn, Kelsey and I had changed and now we joined Allen, Danny, Mike and Rafe in the large shelter we had made using chairs, two life jackets and towels.
Let it be a lesson that close quarters are not good. Rafe and Danny were shooting each other death glares from the opposite ends of the tent-like thing, all because Rafe just found it necessary to put his arm around Evelyn's shoulder. Kelsey sat on my left and Danny was to my right, then next to him on the right were Allen and Mike, and then Rafe and Evelyn.
The roof was sopping wet, and I kept getting hit on the head with rain, in the exact same spot. I ducked each time the water made contact with my already-wet hair. I unconsciously drummed my fingers on the deck.
"This sucks," Kelsey brilliantly observed. We all nodded in agreement. I slumped back against the chain-link fence behind me that served as one of our walls.
"Stop-looking-at-me!" Rafe commanded. Danny looked shocked.
"Well you stop looking at me!" Danny retorted. I placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Cool it! I know this is bad. VERY bad, and I am all too aware that this is not fun! But we are just sitting here, and why don't we socialize instead of fight and complain and act like we're going to die here?!" I shouted angrily. Rafe and Danny shrugged. Kelsey looked at me with that look that said something like 'I hate this!'
Everyone was silent, and the only sound was rain on the towel.
"Kelsey!" Allen shrieked suddenly. She jumped about a foot into the air but looked at him.
"What?"
"Why not just call your mom and ask her to give us a ride home?" he asked. So simple, yet so obviously brilliant that it shocked us all. But Kelsey shook her head.
"She's at work, and no one else is home." There it was, our last shred of hope, gone in an instant! Down the drain! I slammed my head onto my knees. Hopeless!
"I have an idea..." someone ventured. I looked up. Evelyn was the one who had spoken.
"By all means," Kelsey said.
"Okay, this is what we do..."
*********
"Does everyone remember what they're supposed to do?" Mike asked. We all nodded. "Okay, I'll stay here."
On that note, Allen, Rafe, Danny, Evelyn, Kelsey and I ran up to the lifeguard.
"Sir, our friend! He's hurt!" Evelyn wailed, flailing her arms. The lifeguard looked alarmed.
"Um, okay, what happened?"
"He fell!" Allen said hysterically. The guard's eyes grew wide and ran to where we all pointed to. Sure enough, when he got there, Mike darted out of the structure since we had take the roof off, holding the bags. Our group cheered as he outran the big lifeguard.
When he finally met us at the exit, we all ran outside and leapt on our bikes. The rain was falling very hard now, so we rode as fast as we could, our clothes getting drenched. 'We rode through puddles, across slick streets soaked in water and tried to hurry while doing it. But of course, knowing our luck, we couldn't make the trip without a 'little' hang-up.
We were almost halfway home when Danny skidded and fell off of his bike, skinning his knee. He screamed loudly, which must have been incredible since we could hear it over the rain and passing cars. I groaned and hopped off of my bike and grabbed him by the arm, forcing him to get up. I could take care of that later.
When we finally got home, we waved goodbye to Mike and Kelsey and darted inside. I wrapped the soaked towel up into a little ball and tossed into a bathtub, then changed into my pajamas.
If I ever have to cook again, I'll flip my lid. After I changed into my pajamas, I decided just to microwave pizzas for dinner. I plunked a cheese one onto a blue glass plate and slid it into the little oven, setting the timer for twenty minutes. Then I retreated to the living room, where everyone else sat, glued to the TV.
"Come on, guys, let's play a board game," I suggested. They all looked at me as an animated dragon tried to learn to fly. Allen leapt up and dashed down the hall to the closet to get a game.
"Uh oh..." I said softly. For I knew what the little kid would bring back. And what do you know, I was right!
"Look, look, look! Pokemon Monopoly!" he said joyfully. I could feel the color drain from my face. I gulped, since a huge lump was forming in my throat.
"Allen, remember , we aren't really supposed to play that game any more," I said weakly. Rafe began to laugh.
"A board game? Why not?" Allen shifted uncomfortably.
"Well, Skye and I used to play that game all of the time. But it got sort of competitive one day and well..."
"He just sort of accidentally..."
"Dumped some Sprite over her head." Evelyn glanced at Allen and then turned to me, trying to hide laughter, just to be polite. But apparently, Rafe and Danny were not exactly, um, Miss Manners (the advice columnist). They were rolling around on the floor laughing, muttering about Sprite and Pokemon, which I knew that they had no idea what either one was.
We opened the board up and laid it out on the ground, passed out money and chose players, which took a very long time since Evelyn insisted on reading the instructions (which made me VERY angry).
But once this was all done, there was a peculiar odor in the air...
*********
Okay, now I am going to end this here. This chapter was... different. Reviews will be appreciated, like... a lot.