To 2001!
By Skye Rocket
A/N: Hey homeskillets! I'd like to thank you all for your nice and kind reviews, it means a lot to me. Yeah. Disclaimer: I do not own Danny, Rafe, Evelyn or Pearl Harbor, or anything else. Peace.
- "That was fun," Rafe chirped as I opened the front door.
"No it wasn't!" Allen and I cried at the same time. I sighed.
"Rafe, dear friend, it is not fun to see you run into a lady carrying a tray of food and make her spill it all over the floor," I asserted, slumping onto the sofa and covering my eyes.
"Or to see you accidentally walk into the girl's bathroom. Again," Allen added sadly.
"It was in Italian! I don't speak Italian!" Rafe whined loudly.
"The translation was written right underneath the Italian word!" I shrieked. Allen gave a weak laugh. Rafe ran a hand over the top of his head, tousling his hair messily. I groaned and sat up.
"That was pretty funny, Rafe," Allen clucked. "Did you see the way that the spaghetti that lady was carrying just FLEW through the air?" He doubled over in laughter, slapping his knees, his cackling peppered with the occasional but profound snort.
"Hey, Al," I piped up. "I, err, just remembered something! Oh my god!" I began hyperventilating. Allen wiped a small tear from his eye and looked at me, then proceeded to put a small paper bag over my mouth.
"Breathe, Skye!" he commanded. I took a deep breath and looked at him. "Now. What did you remember?"
"Uh, you know that Thomas the Tank Engine volunteer thing that Paw-Paw is in charge of where they got that big Thomas the Tank Engine to be at the railroad and have lots of games and stuff?"
"Sure I do! He's been stressing over it for weeks!" Allen said with a soft chuckle, but abruptly stopped and looked at me, eyes practically bugging out of his head. I guffawed sheepishly. "Skye! You idiot! It's tomorrow isn't it?" My whole face turned red. Allen moved his hands to my neck and tried to choke me. I let out a strangled cry, and Rafe swung around from where he was flipping through a German textbook my dad had given me to study for fun.
"Hey! Get off of her!" Rafe said weakly. Allen immediately released his hands from around my throat, but buried his face in the tasseled pillow that Mom and I had made to match the sofa.
As if on cue, the phone rang brightly. I picked it up and glanced at the caller ID. It was Grandma.
"Uh.hi?" I said, confused.
"Hey, Skye! I just called to see if you were still going to Operation Thomas tomorrow." I inwardly grimaced.
"Yup; Allen and I have been thinking about that for at least a week, and we're REALLY excited!" I lied through incredibly tightly gritted teeth.
"Oh, that's great. Well, got to go, your grandpa is going crazy. He's really worried about this whole thing. Bye!" With that, she hung the phone up. I growled and stomped down the hall, flung the door to my bedroom open and flopped limply into my bed.
"Skye?" Danny's voice was right in the room with me. I looked to my left. I hadn't, for some dumb reason, seen him sitting in my leather chair. I hurriedly sat up. At least I hadn't started changing clothes yet, huh?
"Yeah?" Danny looked terrible, he seemed to have been crying, and just saying my name had seemingly evoked more tears. I wiped one away idly with my thumb. "What's-what's wrong?" I asked softly.
"She, she doesn't." Danny's voice trailed off. He didn't have to say anymore, just those words made everything apparent to me. I made a small strangled noise, and my mind panicked.
"Oh." What the heck was that! Skye, you SUCK at comforting people. "Danny, I'm so sorry." I forced a smile. "But you've got me, right?" He didn't smile back. I sighed. Way to go, Danny, I thought sadly. Diminish this poor little chicky's self esteem. I sighed again (I bet you've noticed I do that a lot).
"I-I'm sorry, Skye. I love you too. But Evelyn was the first girl I've ever felt that way about and stuff." He paused and a look of horror crossed his face. "Did I just say 'love' a few seconds ago?!"
"Yeah. You did," I mused absently. Danny chuckled, sounding very nervous.
"Sorry. I just, you know, got a little confused. Was that wrong?" he asked, expressing genuine concern.
"No way! Just a little, err, unexpected I guess," I admitted. Danny gave me his cute little smile. Finally, I thought. He hadn't smiled all day. Danny reached over and took my hand gently. I blushed brightly.
"Good," he said shyly. We giggled together. I brushed a little hair out of his eyes, and he looked back at me. He leaned forward, and once again, our lips met. It lasted a wonderful moment, and then we leaned away.
"Come on, Danny, you don't need her," I insisted quite forcefully. He paused a moment and looked at our hands, his holding mine. Finally, he nodded.
"You're right. Skye, I love you," Danny agreed after a long hesitation. I smiled brightly and wrapped my arms around him.
"I love you too," I said ecstatically and kissed his forehead.
"So. What was Allen screaming about?" Danny asked. I blushed brightly and let out a deep breath.
"Well. Tomorrow, we are going to volunteer at the railroad, where my grandpa keeps his caboose, as you know. And Thomas the Tank Engine is coming down and people are riding the train, and they're having games, and stuff like that. We have to work though. It's an obligation. My grandpa works there; he's in charge. But we'll have fun, right?" I asked with a sheepish smile.
"Are we all coming?"
"Sure!" I said happily. "And, I was thinking. Maybe you and I can sneak off from working in the photo booth and go ride the train or something. We can be alone. Well, not entirely, there'll be lots of kids and parents around. But we'll see, right?" I asked.
"Oh yeah!" he agreed.
"All righty. We need to lay out your clothes. For tomorrow. We have to get up at 7:30. No sandals. It may rain and that gets very bad for your feet. Trust me," I said in a regretting tone. I laid out my patched and ripped jeans, plaid sneaker/clogs, and a purple peasant blouse.
"Do your cousins have to work?"
"Yes. They just arrived at my grandma's house today, I think. Oh, and I'm slated to cook us all dinner tomorrow. At grandma's house. You'll help me, right?"
"Oh, great. Your cousins are real sweeties. And yeah, I'll help."
"Real sweeties?" I felt his head. "Are you all right?" He giggled.
"Yeah, Skye." Danny ruffled my hair. "You're such a sweetheart. You've helped me through this thing with Rafe and Evelyn, let me stay in your house, not slapped me when I kissed you, and you took care of me while I was sick." I beamed brightly upon hearing this and gave him a peck on the cheek.
"You're so great, too. You didn't freak when I told you I liked you. You let me take care of you. Which, as you know, is what I enjoy." Danny grinned and played with the end of one of my piggy tails, dusting it over my nose and my cheeks.
"I need to pick out my clothes, right?" he asked. "Can you help me?"
"Of course." I led him to my parent's room and flung open the closet, shifting my eyes to my father's side of the closet. "Long or short pants?"
"Long." I handed him a pair of baggy cargo pants. He held them up and looked at them happily.
"Short, long, or no sleeves?"
"None. I'll be getting awfully warm in these," Danny said with a grin, holding up the pants. I handed him a sleeveless white shirt (A/N: Like the one in the beginning of the movie at the hospital and he's helping Rafe with the eye test? I can see it now.). I picked a red Hawaiian shirt with a white t-shirt under it, and olive shorts for Rafe. Evelyn would wear a pair of denim overalls and a red t-shirt with flowers around the collar.
"Allen!" I yelled to my kid brother. "Pick your clothes, and remember your Thomas shirt!" Allen groaned and ran down the hall. The Thomas company, the one that sends the engine (which looks JUST LIKE Thomas) around the country, sent Paw-Paw t-shirts for the staff. But they only had medium and small shirts in adult sizes, and of course, Rafe and Evelyn and Danny didn't have shirts. I didn't wear mine, because everyone wore those at the railroad (or so I could predict), and as you may have guessed, I have to be an individual.
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Well, well. Sounds fun. And just for FYI: the Thomas thing did happen. I wrote about it in my live journal. Fun fun.
Danny and Skye-ness abound. Hope it's not too sappy. Romantic train ride coming up soon? Yeah buddy!
Buh Bye!
Skye Rocket
A/N: Hey homeskillets! I'd like to thank you all for your nice and kind reviews, it means a lot to me. Yeah. Disclaimer: I do not own Danny, Rafe, Evelyn or Pearl Harbor, or anything else. Peace.
- "That was fun," Rafe chirped as I opened the front door.
"No it wasn't!" Allen and I cried at the same time. I sighed.
"Rafe, dear friend, it is not fun to see you run into a lady carrying a tray of food and make her spill it all over the floor," I asserted, slumping onto the sofa and covering my eyes.
"Or to see you accidentally walk into the girl's bathroom. Again," Allen added sadly.
"It was in Italian! I don't speak Italian!" Rafe whined loudly.
"The translation was written right underneath the Italian word!" I shrieked. Allen gave a weak laugh. Rafe ran a hand over the top of his head, tousling his hair messily. I groaned and sat up.
"That was pretty funny, Rafe," Allen clucked. "Did you see the way that the spaghetti that lady was carrying just FLEW through the air?" He doubled over in laughter, slapping his knees, his cackling peppered with the occasional but profound snort.
"Hey, Al," I piped up. "I, err, just remembered something! Oh my god!" I began hyperventilating. Allen wiped a small tear from his eye and looked at me, then proceeded to put a small paper bag over my mouth.
"Breathe, Skye!" he commanded. I took a deep breath and looked at him. "Now. What did you remember?"
"Uh, you know that Thomas the Tank Engine volunteer thing that Paw-Paw is in charge of where they got that big Thomas the Tank Engine to be at the railroad and have lots of games and stuff?"
"Sure I do! He's been stressing over it for weeks!" Allen said with a soft chuckle, but abruptly stopped and looked at me, eyes practically bugging out of his head. I guffawed sheepishly. "Skye! You idiot! It's tomorrow isn't it?" My whole face turned red. Allen moved his hands to my neck and tried to choke me. I let out a strangled cry, and Rafe swung around from where he was flipping through a German textbook my dad had given me to study for fun.
"Hey! Get off of her!" Rafe said weakly. Allen immediately released his hands from around my throat, but buried his face in the tasseled pillow that Mom and I had made to match the sofa.
As if on cue, the phone rang brightly. I picked it up and glanced at the caller ID. It was Grandma.
"Uh.hi?" I said, confused.
"Hey, Skye! I just called to see if you were still going to Operation Thomas tomorrow." I inwardly grimaced.
"Yup; Allen and I have been thinking about that for at least a week, and we're REALLY excited!" I lied through incredibly tightly gritted teeth.
"Oh, that's great. Well, got to go, your grandpa is going crazy. He's really worried about this whole thing. Bye!" With that, she hung the phone up. I growled and stomped down the hall, flung the door to my bedroom open and flopped limply into my bed.
"Skye?" Danny's voice was right in the room with me. I looked to my left. I hadn't, for some dumb reason, seen him sitting in my leather chair. I hurriedly sat up. At least I hadn't started changing clothes yet, huh?
"Yeah?" Danny looked terrible, he seemed to have been crying, and just saying my name had seemingly evoked more tears. I wiped one away idly with my thumb. "What's-what's wrong?" I asked softly.
"She, she doesn't." Danny's voice trailed off. He didn't have to say anymore, just those words made everything apparent to me. I made a small strangled noise, and my mind panicked.
"Oh." What the heck was that! Skye, you SUCK at comforting people. "Danny, I'm so sorry." I forced a smile. "But you've got me, right?" He didn't smile back. I sighed. Way to go, Danny, I thought sadly. Diminish this poor little chicky's self esteem. I sighed again (I bet you've noticed I do that a lot).
"I-I'm sorry, Skye. I love you too. But Evelyn was the first girl I've ever felt that way about and stuff." He paused and a look of horror crossed his face. "Did I just say 'love' a few seconds ago?!"
"Yeah. You did," I mused absently. Danny chuckled, sounding very nervous.
"Sorry. I just, you know, got a little confused. Was that wrong?" he asked, expressing genuine concern.
"No way! Just a little, err, unexpected I guess," I admitted. Danny gave me his cute little smile. Finally, I thought. He hadn't smiled all day. Danny reached over and took my hand gently. I blushed brightly.
"Good," he said shyly. We giggled together. I brushed a little hair out of his eyes, and he looked back at me. He leaned forward, and once again, our lips met. It lasted a wonderful moment, and then we leaned away.
"Come on, Danny, you don't need her," I insisted quite forcefully. He paused a moment and looked at our hands, his holding mine. Finally, he nodded.
"You're right. Skye, I love you," Danny agreed after a long hesitation. I smiled brightly and wrapped my arms around him.
"I love you too," I said ecstatically and kissed his forehead.
"So. What was Allen screaming about?" Danny asked. I blushed brightly and let out a deep breath.
"Well. Tomorrow, we are going to volunteer at the railroad, where my grandpa keeps his caboose, as you know. And Thomas the Tank Engine is coming down and people are riding the train, and they're having games, and stuff like that. We have to work though. It's an obligation. My grandpa works there; he's in charge. But we'll have fun, right?" I asked with a sheepish smile.
"Are we all coming?"
"Sure!" I said happily. "And, I was thinking. Maybe you and I can sneak off from working in the photo booth and go ride the train or something. We can be alone. Well, not entirely, there'll be lots of kids and parents around. But we'll see, right?" I asked.
"Oh yeah!" he agreed.
"All righty. We need to lay out your clothes. For tomorrow. We have to get up at 7:30. No sandals. It may rain and that gets very bad for your feet. Trust me," I said in a regretting tone. I laid out my patched and ripped jeans, plaid sneaker/clogs, and a purple peasant blouse.
"Do your cousins have to work?"
"Yes. They just arrived at my grandma's house today, I think. Oh, and I'm slated to cook us all dinner tomorrow. At grandma's house. You'll help me, right?"
"Oh, great. Your cousins are real sweeties. And yeah, I'll help."
"Real sweeties?" I felt his head. "Are you all right?" He giggled.
"Yeah, Skye." Danny ruffled my hair. "You're such a sweetheart. You've helped me through this thing with Rafe and Evelyn, let me stay in your house, not slapped me when I kissed you, and you took care of me while I was sick." I beamed brightly upon hearing this and gave him a peck on the cheek.
"You're so great, too. You didn't freak when I told you I liked you. You let me take care of you. Which, as you know, is what I enjoy." Danny grinned and played with the end of one of my piggy tails, dusting it over my nose and my cheeks.
"I need to pick out my clothes, right?" he asked. "Can you help me?"
"Of course." I led him to my parent's room and flung open the closet, shifting my eyes to my father's side of the closet. "Long or short pants?"
"Long." I handed him a pair of baggy cargo pants. He held them up and looked at them happily.
"Short, long, or no sleeves?"
"None. I'll be getting awfully warm in these," Danny said with a grin, holding up the pants. I handed him a sleeveless white shirt (A/N: Like the one in the beginning of the movie at the hospital and he's helping Rafe with the eye test? I can see it now.). I picked a red Hawaiian shirt with a white t-shirt under it, and olive shorts for Rafe. Evelyn would wear a pair of denim overalls and a red t-shirt with flowers around the collar.
"Allen!" I yelled to my kid brother. "Pick your clothes, and remember your Thomas shirt!" Allen groaned and ran down the hall. The Thomas company, the one that sends the engine (which looks JUST LIKE Thomas) around the country, sent Paw-Paw t-shirts for the staff. But they only had medium and small shirts in adult sizes, and of course, Rafe and Evelyn and Danny didn't have shirts. I didn't wear mine, because everyone wore those at the railroad (or so I could predict), and as you may have guessed, I have to be an individual.
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Well, well. Sounds fun. And just for FYI: the Thomas thing did happen. I wrote about it in my live journal. Fun fun.
Danny and Skye-ness abound. Hope it's not too sappy. Romantic train ride coming up soon? Yeah buddy!
Buh Bye!
Skye Rocket