To 2001! By Skye Rocket
July 5th, 2002
A/N: Hey all! Hope you enjoy, the last few chapters were SAP I know. But hey, what can I say? I was in a sappy mood. Oh well. We're back on track here, hopefully. Disclaimer: Come on, homeskillets. We've been through this. I own no one from Pearl Harbor or any type of pop culture, candy, et al. Thanks.
~ That night, I had slept in Allen's tiny little bed while Danny took mine. I had cooked up a chicken pot pie, and not filled the house with smoke. We sat in silence at the dinner table. After that, I had managed to shove myself into Allen's bed, which was filled with Ninja Fighter Turtle pillows, stuffed elves and other stuff he had insisted not be disturbed.
Allen was one weird little kid sometimes. He still slept with his new shoes, and left more room for his pillows and toys in his bed than he did for himself! I tossed and turned, trying to get comfy. Slowly, I drifted off in a restless sleep. ~ "Skye," Rafe said, shaking me. I swung a hand at him to get away from me. He persisted. "SKYE!" he yelled into my ear. I back-handed him straight across the jaw. "Get up!"
"WHAT?!" I shouted loudly, although realizing my mistake soon enough. "I'm sorry," I grunted, pulling myself into a sitting position. "What is it?"
"Don't we have to go pick up Allen?" Rafe asked.
"Egad!" I shouted, popping my eyes open. "Yes, thank you Rafe. I'm sorry I yelled. Why don't we walk down to Carl's house and pick Allen up, then come back here, get our bikes and go play mini-golf?" I suggested. Rafe grinned.
"That sounds fun!" he chirped enthusiastically. Danny appeared at the door.
"Hey dude, how ya feeling?" I asked, getting out of bed.
"A lot better."
"Wanna go play mini-golf?" I asked.
"Sure!" Evelyn stood behind him.
"That sounds great," she agreed.
"All right, I'm getting dressed," I stated brilliantly. I walked into my room and picked out a blue tank top and my tie-dyed orange, white and blue Capri pants and put on a pair of yellow flip-flops with little dragons on them. I lined my lips with mint Chap Stick and put my hair into an extraordinarily messy little bun.
"Okay, she's ready!" Rafe shouted to Danny and Evelyn, who were sitting on the sofa, not speaking to each other in the least little bit.
And so we walked out the door and down the street. Evelyn had leapt onto Rafe's shoulders, and the two of them giggled like demented squirrels, Rafe trying to keep his balance. I groaned inwardly, those two were so.freakish! Danny rolled his eyes, his hands balling into tightly clenched fists. I ran a hand over the top of my head.
"Will you guys please stop that before Rafe runs into the middle of the street and gets ploughed down by someone's PT Cruiser?" I asked agitatedly as, again, Evelyn laughingly covered Rafe's eyes with her palms, making him panic and run around wildly. Danny faintly smiled, but I could tell he was genuinely disturbed. Maybe he did hope a rouge Cruiser would.never mind, I didn't think so anyway.
Evelyn obediently removed her hands from over his eyes and leapt off his shoulders. I nodded my head in approval, smiling to myself. Danny was obviously trying not to pay attention at the kisses and holding of hands that Rafe and Evelyn didn't even try to hide. Even a person who knew nothing of their situation could see that it bothered the young pilot was bothered immensely by this new development.
I couldn't help feeling intense pangs of jealousy regarding this topic. Danny had kissed me, and I had taken care of him while he was sick. So why was he still so focused on whether or not Evelyn still had feelings for him, even if she was obviously Rafe's chicky-poo? It was a newly depressing factor to me; the fact that Danny may not have felt the same way about me that I felt about him, the fact that I may have just been setting myself up for a major disappointment, something I just didn't think I could handle.
I made a mental note to perhaps discuss this with him. Suddenly, a feeling of rage consumed me. I shook the feeling off and focused on counting the cracks in the sidewalk under my feet. But was I wasting my time? Sure, I was counting cracks. No, not that. Was I wasting my time waiting around for Danny to express his feelings for me? Did he even HAVE feelings for me?
Stop that, I thought to myself. I forced my brain to focus on naming every condiment that I could think of, and then moved onto constellations. No one said anything, well, except Rafe and Evelyn, who gushed and babbled over stupid stuff that I really didn't care about. Danny seemed to be deep in thought also.
Soon we had reached Carl's house. Allen saw us coming a mile away.
"HEY!" he screamed, leaping off the concrete stairs and onto Rafe's shoulders, much like Evelyn had done well before we had come to pick him up. Rafe groaned under the added weight. Allen said goodbye to Carl and we started off for home.
"So, Skye, what are we doing when we get home?" Allen asked.
"What? How do you know we're doing something?" Honestly, sometimes I assumed that boy was psychic.
"We are?! What is it?" Allen begged. "Tell me, tell me, tell me!" People were staring at us as we walked past. I sighed.
"We're going home, we're getting our bikes, and we're going mini-golfing," I explained reluctantly. Allen pummeled a fist into the air.
"All right!" he cheered. We neared the creek, and there was a small bird perched on a rock in the middle of the creek. I soon discovered something about Rafe: he had a thing for animals.
"Wow, Ev, look at it!" Rafe cried in childlike wonder. I scoffed.
"Come on! Let's go!" I insisted, grabbing the sleeve of the Nike t-shirt he wore. He persisted in looking at the bird on the big rock, which I couldn't help but feel might have been pretty annoyed at dear little Rafe gaping at him like he was seeing a bird for the first time.
"Fine, don't worry, I was coming!" Rafe whined softly. I rolled my eyes, and we kept walking.
~
Hopefully a lil bit more humor in that! (
Ciao! Skye Rocket
A/N: Hey all! Hope you enjoy, the last few chapters were SAP I know. But hey, what can I say? I was in a sappy mood. Oh well. We're back on track here, hopefully. Disclaimer: Come on, homeskillets. We've been through this. I own no one from Pearl Harbor or any type of pop culture, candy, et al. Thanks.
~ That night, I had slept in Allen's tiny little bed while Danny took mine. I had cooked up a chicken pot pie, and not filled the house with smoke. We sat in silence at the dinner table. After that, I had managed to shove myself into Allen's bed, which was filled with Ninja Fighter Turtle pillows, stuffed elves and other stuff he had insisted not be disturbed.
Allen was one weird little kid sometimes. He still slept with his new shoes, and left more room for his pillows and toys in his bed than he did for himself! I tossed and turned, trying to get comfy. Slowly, I drifted off in a restless sleep. ~ "Skye," Rafe said, shaking me. I swung a hand at him to get away from me. He persisted. "SKYE!" he yelled into my ear. I back-handed him straight across the jaw. "Get up!"
"WHAT?!" I shouted loudly, although realizing my mistake soon enough. "I'm sorry," I grunted, pulling myself into a sitting position. "What is it?"
"Don't we have to go pick up Allen?" Rafe asked.
"Egad!" I shouted, popping my eyes open. "Yes, thank you Rafe. I'm sorry I yelled. Why don't we walk down to Carl's house and pick Allen up, then come back here, get our bikes and go play mini-golf?" I suggested. Rafe grinned.
"That sounds fun!" he chirped enthusiastically. Danny appeared at the door.
"Hey dude, how ya feeling?" I asked, getting out of bed.
"A lot better."
"Wanna go play mini-golf?" I asked.
"Sure!" Evelyn stood behind him.
"That sounds great," she agreed.
"All right, I'm getting dressed," I stated brilliantly. I walked into my room and picked out a blue tank top and my tie-dyed orange, white and blue Capri pants and put on a pair of yellow flip-flops with little dragons on them. I lined my lips with mint Chap Stick and put my hair into an extraordinarily messy little bun.
"Okay, she's ready!" Rafe shouted to Danny and Evelyn, who were sitting on the sofa, not speaking to each other in the least little bit.
And so we walked out the door and down the street. Evelyn had leapt onto Rafe's shoulders, and the two of them giggled like demented squirrels, Rafe trying to keep his balance. I groaned inwardly, those two were so.freakish! Danny rolled his eyes, his hands balling into tightly clenched fists. I ran a hand over the top of my head.
"Will you guys please stop that before Rafe runs into the middle of the street and gets ploughed down by someone's PT Cruiser?" I asked agitatedly as, again, Evelyn laughingly covered Rafe's eyes with her palms, making him panic and run around wildly. Danny faintly smiled, but I could tell he was genuinely disturbed. Maybe he did hope a rouge Cruiser would.never mind, I didn't think so anyway.
Evelyn obediently removed her hands from over his eyes and leapt off his shoulders. I nodded my head in approval, smiling to myself. Danny was obviously trying not to pay attention at the kisses and holding of hands that Rafe and Evelyn didn't even try to hide. Even a person who knew nothing of their situation could see that it bothered the young pilot was bothered immensely by this new development.
I couldn't help feeling intense pangs of jealousy regarding this topic. Danny had kissed me, and I had taken care of him while he was sick. So why was he still so focused on whether or not Evelyn still had feelings for him, even if she was obviously Rafe's chicky-poo? It was a newly depressing factor to me; the fact that Danny may not have felt the same way about me that I felt about him, the fact that I may have just been setting myself up for a major disappointment, something I just didn't think I could handle.
I made a mental note to perhaps discuss this with him. Suddenly, a feeling of rage consumed me. I shook the feeling off and focused on counting the cracks in the sidewalk under my feet. But was I wasting my time? Sure, I was counting cracks. No, not that. Was I wasting my time waiting around for Danny to express his feelings for me? Did he even HAVE feelings for me?
Stop that, I thought to myself. I forced my brain to focus on naming every condiment that I could think of, and then moved onto constellations. No one said anything, well, except Rafe and Evelyn, who gushed and babbled over stupid stuff that I really didn't care about. Danny seemed to be deep in thought also.
Soon we had reached Carl's house. Allen saw us coming a mile away.
"HEY!" he screamed, leaping off the concrete stairs and onto Rafe's shoulders, much like Evelyn had done well before we had come to pick him up. Rafe groaned under the added weight. Allen said goodbye to Carl and we started off for home.
"So, Skye, what are we doing when we get home?" Allen asked.
"What? How do you know we're doing something?" Honestly, sometimes I assumed that boy was psychic.
"We are?! What is it?" Allen begged. "Tell me, tell me, tell me!" People were staring at us as we walked past. I sighed.
"We're going home, we're getting our bikes, and we're going mini-golfing," I explained reluctantly. Allen pummeled a fist into the air.
"All right!" he cheered. We neared the creek, and there was a small bird perched on a rock in the middle of the creek. I soon discovered something about Rafe: he had a thing for animals.
"Wow, Ev, look at it!" Rafe cried in childlike wonder. I scoffed.
"Come on! Let's go!" I insisted, grabbing the sleeve of the Nike t-shirt he wore. He persisted in looking at the bird on the big rock, which I couldn't help but feel might have been pretty annoyed at dear little Rafe gaping at him like he was seeing a bird for the first time.
"Fine, don't worry, I was coming!" Rafe whined softly. I rolled my eyes, and we kept walking.
~
Hopefully a lil bit more humor in that! (
Ciao! Skye Rocket