To 2001!
By Skye Rocket
Disclaimer: I own nothing, so don't sue me. A/N: Hey there! My b-day is in five days! It's the eleventh. Wheee! I wanna get the new edition of Pearl Harbor for my b-day!
*-*-*-*-*-* I shoved the key into the lock and turned it harshly, making the door creak open and allowing the four rowdy people who accompanied me rush up the stairs. I was walking down the hall to get some money when Allen caught me by the wrist.
"Okay. What is it now?" he asked sternly.
"What? Did you eat too many Pixie Sticks with Carl again?"
"No Skye! I can read people, and you totally like Danny!" Allen hissed. I gasped, dragging him into the bathroom and slamming the door, locking it up.
"How do you do that?" I said loudly. He stared at me.
"So it's true?"
"Let me tell you something. He kissed me, Allen. And I don't know if he really likes me or not. But if you say anything to Rafe and Evelyn." I held up a toothbrush threateningly. "You won't have any teeth left to brush! I will tell them when I am GOOD AND READY!" But I was saying it more for my own benefit.
"Easy, Skye. Remember what your shrink told you. Big, deep breaths," Allen coached quietly. I took a deep breath but stopped.
"I only went to the school psychiatrist ONCE and I was being tested for gifted!" I roared. "I thought Mom told you never to mention that to me ever again," I whispered warningly.
"I'm sorry!" Allen cried. "When-when did all this happen?"
"Well, I was in the third grade and my teacher thought-."
"No, not that, moron!" Allen interrupted. "When did your.love connection, for lack of a better word, happen?"
"Yesterday, when I was teaching him to play Mario Tennis. But listen: I don't know that it was a pity kiss or what?" I felt like crying in frustration.
"Don't worry about it," Allen said. "You know, if he can't see how cool you are, he's a total buttmunch!" Tears welled up in my eyes. Allen may not have been the most literary genius, but he could be totally sweet at time, even when not meaning too. I hugged him tightly.
"Thanks, Allen."
"No prob."
"Hey, how's your hand?" I asked, looking at his tightly wrapped up hand.
"It's awesome! And Carl loved it!"
"Neat," I said, walking out the door. I plucked a few bills off of the bulletin board in the kitchen and got my sunglasses and bug spray. Hey, you never know when a huge fly will SWOOP down on you and.I'm getting the shivers just thinking about it! I hated mayflies, which I've already made known when I told you about that game we played at my cousins. But anyway.
I used the key to lock the front door and then crack open (yeah, I mean it literally.insert sarcasm there, people) the garage door, shoveling out all five bikes. I retrieved the locks and wrapped them around the bottom of the seats.
Rafe, Evelyn and Allen hurried out the door, giggling rambunctiously. Danny followed them slowly, his head lowered and a deep frown on his face. I rolled my eyes. Normally I might feel sorry for him, but now I was really angry with him, and I couldn't help but feel really ticked off right now. I realize it was totally irrational, but I wasn't really sure of anything right now.
I hopped onto my bike wordlessly, my fellow mini-golfing companions doing he same. None of us said anything as we left.
We arrived without incident, although it was a very long ride. I herded the group into the clubhouse and we walked to the desk. Well, Allen, Rafe and Danny walked over to see the arcade games. Allen pushed a quarter into a game, and picked up the game, beginning to scream rude, threatening phrases at it. I blushed.
Evelyn and I walked up to the counter, where a bored looking guy sat, perched on a dented metal stool.
"Hi. I'd like to purchase five tickets," I greeted, shoving a ten-dollar bill across the chipped counter. The clubhouse was old and rundown, but the mini-golf course was actually quite nice, if you asked me.
"Okay, and don't forget, you can play as many times as you'd like," the dude recited dully. I yelled to Allen and Rafe and Danny, who rushed over. Rafe selected the biggest club he could find and passed an identical one to Danny. Evelyn selected a slightly smaller one, and Allen and I chose our usual clubs, which were labeled and were put into little caddies mounted on the wall.
We made our way out to the course, which had a few mosquitoes buzzing, around, although it was nice, on the whole. The three boys hurried over to the big sign marked 'Mini Course 2' and began putting. Evelyn and I began at the first hole. She plunked her pink ball onto the worn Astroturf on the ground and raised her club, preparing to hit the ball.
"Do you love Rafe?" I blurted suddenly. The club dropped from where it had been wrapped in here fingers. She turned around to me, looking at me like I had just suggested that Rafe go and dump her or something, and then proceed to kiss someone else.
"What did you say?" Evelyn asked suddenly, picking her club up and taking a swing. The ball rolled down closer to the hall, bounced around for a little bit and then paused in a total stop. We both watched it silently.
"You know what I said, Evelyn."
"Yes, I love Rafe! What gave you the idea that I DIDN'T?" she cried.
"Well, the whole thing with Danny. You know exactly what I mean," I said, seeing her forced blank look.
"It may have.you know, messed things up temporarily, but, um, it may as well have just made things stronger between us," she said, us walking down to the spot where the ball had come to rest.
"But, uh, what about Danny?" I found myself asking. "Do you love him too?"
"Well.I suppose so," Evelyn said, choosing her words very carefully. "I.I don't know, Skye. I mean, I loved him, but I mean, with Rafe it's different, you know?"
"No, I don't know," I said, as Evelyn softly putted the ball.
"Fine. I guess I wouldn't either." She laughed softly as the ball fell into the cup. I moved back to where we began and madly whacked the ball. It sputtered into the cup, and I cheered, although it didn't seem like a cheery occasion. I mean, it felt like Evelyn didn't know if she really loved Danny ever.
And now Danny was stuck with me. Poor little fellow, I thought. I definitely needed a life. We moved to the next hole, and after that, we kept moving along. But suddenly, the two of us froze in our tracks as we heard a loud scream. It was Rafe.
We rushed over, leaving the balls and clubs right where they were, since no one had come yet. We found Rafe crumpled in a head on the ground, holding his nose tightly, and actually crying. I gasped, and Allen was staring at the club in his hands.
"What did you do?" I asked in disbelief, as Evelyn rushed to help Rafe, who was slapping away at her hands that tried to drag his hands away from his nose.
"No, Evelyn! Please don't!" Rafe sobbed. "Don't touch it! It hurts!"
"I." Allen stammered. "I was about to swing, and so Rafe was leaning over to see if my club was, you know, right in line with the ball." I smiled faintly, knowing that it sounded exactly like something Rafe might do. "But, um, then he said that it was in line, and so I guessed he had stood up, and so I swung the club back, and it just WHACKED him in the nose."
"You did WHAT?" Evelyn cried. "How-how could you do that? I think you may have broken his nose!" Allen was crying now.
"It was an accident! I didn't mean to!" he sobbed, throwing his arms around me and crying into my shoulders. "I'm sorry!"
"Oh, good job, Evelyn!" Danny was shouting fiercely. "It was an accident; he thought Rafe stood up and he didn't! It could have happened to anyone!" I wiped the tears off of Allen's cheeks, and stopping the sniffles.
"It wasn't your fault; Danny's right," I whispered. Allen frowned angrily.
"Shut up, Evelyn!" he exploded. "I made a mistake, Miss Perfect! Maybe you ought to stop fawning over precious Rafe!" Allen screamed. I held his shoulders back, trying to make sure he wasn't going to go and rip her hair out. Danny came up behind him, putting his hands on his shoulders.
"Shh, Allen, don't worry. She's not gonna bother you," he whispered soothingly, so quiet I knew he wouldn't be heard by Evelyn. He was great with Allen, as was Rafe.
Now Rafe was lying on the ground, his head resting on Evelyn's legs. He was still crying, and Evelyn frantically stroked his cheeks and kissing under his eyes. I wrinkled my nose up and ran a hand through my hair.
"You guys keep playing, and I will take Rafe in to see if they can give me a tissue or something. He might have not broken his nose," Evelyn said. I rolled my eyes. They walked silently up to the clubhouse as Rafe continued to sniffle softly. I hurried over and picked up my ball and the club, hurrying up to where the two boys played.
Allen swiped the ball softly, pausing in remorse for what he had accidentally done before to Rafe. I looped my fingers into Danny's, and he gave my hand a light squeeze, but leaned down to whisper into my ear.
"What about Allen?" he asked softly.
"He knows," I said loudly.
"Yeah, Danny, I know!" Allen screeched. Danny blushed brightly. I was feeling really confused. Danny dropped my hand and went over to smack his ball with the club lightly. I followed him and when he was done, I hit my ball also. I frowned as the ball slipped down the small hill around the hole at the end of the course.
"This is fun," Allen was shouting at the top of his lungs.
Soon we had finished and ridden our bikes home. Rafe had clutched a handful of Kleenex to his nose, not knowing if he was bleeding for sure anyway.
"Uh.Danny," Evelyn began. "Can I speak to you for a minute?" Danny nodded, and they walked down the hall. Sure, it was abrupt. Rafe and Allen looked at each other and shrugged. I watched them retreating down the hall, a firm frown on my face. If only I would have known what would happen next. -------------- Yeah, I'm mean.
I got the DVD for Pearl Harbor, the new one. The commentary with Ben and Josh is hilarious! And they make references to Rafe and Danny SLASH. It's hilarious; you've gotta watch it.
Bye Bye, Skye Rocket
Disclaimer: I own nothing, so don't sue me. A/N: Hey there! My b-day is in five days! It's the eleventh. Wheee! I wanna get the new edition of Pearl Harbor for my b-day!
*-*-*-*-*-* I shoved the key into the lock and turned it harshly, making the door creak open and allowing the four rowdy people who accompanied me rush up the stairs. I was walking down the hall to get some money when Allen caught me by the wrist.
"Okay. What is it now?" he asked sternly.
"What? Did you eat too many Pixie Sticks with Carl again?"
"No Skye! I can read people, and you totally like Danny!" Allen hissed. I gasped, dragging him into the bathroom and slamming the door, locking it up.
"How do you do that?" I said loudly. He stared at me.
"So it's true?"
"Let me tell you something. He kissed me, Allen. And I don't know if he really likes me or not. But if you say anything to Rafe and Evelyn." I held up a toothbrush threateningly. "You won't have any teeth left to brush! I will tell them when I am GOOD AND READY!" But I was saying it more for my own benefit.
"Easy, Skye. Remember what your shrink told you. Big, deep breaths," Allen coached quietly. I took a deep breath but stopped.
"I only went to the school psychiatrist ONCE and I was being tested for gifted!" I roared. "I thought Mom told you never to mention that to me ever again," I whispered warningly.
"I'm sorry!" Allen cried. "When-when did all this happen?"
"Well, I was in the third grade and my teacher thought-."
"No, not that, moron!" Allen interrupted. "When did your.love connection, for lack of a better word, happen?"
"Yesterday, when I was teaching him to play Mario Tennis. But listen: I don't know that it was a pity kiss or what?" I felt like crying in frustration.
"Don't worry about it," Allen said. "You know, if he can't see how cool you are, he's a total buttmunch!" Tears welled up in my eyes. Allen may not have been the most literary genius, but he could be totally sweet at time, even when not meaning too. I hugged him tightly.
"Thanks, Allen."
"No prob."
"Hey, how's your hand?" I asked, looking at his tightly wrapped up hand.
"It's awesome! And Carl loved it!"
"Neat," I said, walking out the door. I plucked a few bills off of the bulletin board in the kitchen and got my sunglasses and bug spray. Hey, you never know when a huge fly will SWOOP down on you and.I'm getting the shivers just thinking about it! I hated mayflies, which I've already made known when I told you about that game we played at my cousins. But anyway.
I used the key to lock the front door and then crack open (yeah, I mean it literally.insert sarcasm there, people) the garage door, shoveling out all five bikes. I retrieved the locks and wrapped them around the bottom of the seats.
Rafe, Evelyn and Allen hurried out the door, giggling rambunctiously. Danny followed them slowly, his head lowered and a deep frown on his face. I rolled my eyes. Normally I might feel sorry for him, but now I was really angry with him, and I couldn't help but feel really ticked off right now. I realize it was totally irrational, but I wasn't really sure of anything right now.
I hopped onto my bike wordlessly, my fellow mini-golfing companions doing he same. None of us said anything as we left.
We arrived without incident, although it was a very long ride. I herded the group into the clubhouse and we walked to the desk. Well, Allen, Rafe and Danny walked over to see the arcade games. Allen pushed a quarter into a game, and picked up the game, beginning to scream rude, threatening phrases at it. I blushed.
Evelyn and I walked up to the counter, where a bored looking guy sat, perched on a dented metal stool.
"Hi. I'd like to purchase five tickets," I greeted, shoving a ten-dollar bill across the chipped counter. The clubhouse was old and rundown, but the mini-golf course was actually quite nice, if you asked me.
"Okay, and don't forget, you can play as many times as you'd like," the dude recited dully. I yelled to Allen and Rafe and Danny, who rushed over. Rafe selected the biggest club he could find and passed an identical one to Danny. Evelyn selected a slightly smaller one, and Allen and I chose our usual clubs, which were labeled and were put into little caddies mounted on the wall.
We made our way out to the course, which had a few mosquitoes buzzing, around, although it was nice, on the whole. The three boys hurried over to the big sign marked 'Mini Course 2' and began putting. Evelyn and I began at the first hole. She plunked her pink ball onto the worn Astroturf on the ground and raised her club, preparing to hit the ball.
"Do you love Rafe?" I blurted suddenly. The club dropped from where it had been wrapped in here fingers. She turned around to me, looking at me like I had just suggested that Rafe go and dump her or something, and then proceed to kiss someone else.
"What did you say?" Evelyn asked suddenly, picking her club up and taking a swing. The ball rolled down closer to the hall, bounced around for a little bit and then paused in a total stop. We both watched it silently.
"You know what I said, Evelyn."
"Yes, I love Rafe! What gave you the idea that I DIDN'T?" she cried.
"Well, the whole thing with Danny. You know exactly what I mean," I said, seeing her forced blank look.
"It may have.you know, messed things up temporarily, but, um, it may as well have just made things stronger between us," she said, us walking down to the spot where the ball had come to rest.
"But, uh, what about Danny?" I found myself asking. "Do you love him too?"
"Well.I suppose so," Evelyn said, choosing her words very carefully. "I.I don't know, Skye. I mean, I loved him, but I mean, with Rafe it's different, you know?"
"No, I don't know," I said, as Evelyn softly putted the ball.
"Fine. I guess I wouldn't either." She laughed softly as the ball fell into the cup. I moved back to where we began and madly whacked the ball. It sputtered into the cup, and I cheered, although it didn't seem like a cheery occasion. I mean, it felt like Evelyn didn't know if she really loved Danny ever.
And now Danny was stuck with me. Poor little fellow, I thought. I definitely needed a life. We moved to the next hole, and after that, we kept moving along. But suddenly, the two of us froze in our tracks as we heard a loud scream. It was Rafe.
We rushed over, leaving the balls and clubs right where they were, since no one had come yet. We found Rafe crumpled in a head on the ground, holding his nose tightly, and actually crying. I gasped, and Allen was staring at the club in his hands.
"What did you do?" I asked in disbelief, as Evelyn rushed to help Rafe, who was slapping away at her hands that tried to drag his hands away from his nose.
"No, Evelyn! Please don't!" Rafe sobbed. "Don't touch it! It hurts!"
"I." Allen stammered. "I was about to swing, and so Rafe was leaning over to see if my club was, you know, right in line with the ball." I smiled faintly, knowing that it sounded exactly like something Rafe might do. "But, um, then he said that it was in line, and so I guessed he had stood up, and so I swung the club back, and it just WHACKED him in the nose."
"You did WHAT?" Evelyn cried. "How-how could you do that? I think you may have broken his nose!" Allen was crying now.
"It was an accident! I didn't mean to!" he sobbed, throwing his arms around me and crying into my shoulders. "I'm sorry!"
"Oh, good job, Evelyn!" Danny was shouting fiercely. "It was an accident; he thought Rafe stood up and he didn't! It could have happened to anyone!" I wiped the tears off of Allen's cheeks, and stopping the sniffles.
"It wasn't your fault; Danny's right," I whispered. Allen frowned angrily.
"Shut up, Evelyn!" he exploded. "I made a mistake, Miss Perfect! Maybe you ought to stop fawning over precious Rafe!" Allen screamed. I held his shoulders back, trying to make sure he wasn't going to go and rip her hair out. Danny came up behind him, putting his hands on his shoulders.
"Shh, Allen, don't worry. She's not gonna bother you," he whispered soothingly, so quiet I knew he wouldn't be heard by Evelyn. He was great with Allen, as was Rafe.
Now Rafe was lying on the ground, his head resting on Evelyn's legs. He was still crying, and Evelyn frantically stroked his cheeks and kissing under his eyes. I wrinkled my nose up and ran a hand through my hair.
"You guys keep playing, and I will take Rafe in to see if they can give me a tissue or something. He might have not broken his nose," Evelyn said. I rolled my eyes. They walked silently up to the clubhouse as Rafe continued to sniffle softly. I hurried over and picked up my ball and the club, hurrying up to where the two boys played.
Allen swiped the ball softly, pausing in remorse for what he had accidentally done before to Rafe. I looped my fingers into Danny's, and he gave my hand a light squeeze, but leaned down to whisper into my ear.
"What about Allen?" he asked softly.
"He knows," I said loudly.
"Yeah, Danny, I know!" Allen screeched. Danny blushed brightly. I was feeling really confused. Danny dropped my hand and went over to smack his ball with the club lightly. I followed him and when he was done, I hit my ball also. I frowned as the ball slipped down the small hill around the hole at the end of the course.
"This is fun," Allen was shouting at the top of his lungs.
Soon we had finished and ridden our bikes home. Rafe had clutched a handful of Kleenex to his nose, not knowing if he was bleeding for sure anyway.
"Uh.Danny," Evelyn began. "Can I speak to you for a minute?" Danny nodded, and they walked down the hall. Sure, it was abrupt. Rafe and Allen looked at each other and shrugged. I watched them retreating down the hall, a firm frown on my face. If only I would have known what would happen next. -------------- Yeah, I'm mean.
I got the DVD for Pearl Harbor, the new one. The commentary with Ben and Josh is hilarious! And they make references to Rafe and Danny SLASH. It's hilarious; you've gotta watch it.
Bye Bye, Skye Rocket