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A/N: first off I would like to thank bum bum (my lil sis) for giving me the name of the restaurant and my bro. for the names of the cereals from the last fic. Next I would like to thank everyone for the reviews. Keep them coming I love to get reviews. Speaking of reviews does anyone know how to take the block off so anonymous readers can leave reviews? Please tell me. I loved the signed ones and all, but I have friends who aren't cool enough to belong to ff.net and would like to leave me a review or two. A great big thanks goes out to Lily C whose advice on writing was great. And to Angelfire, I tried to put in more then just dialogue, but it's hard for me. I just love having the characters have conversations. Anyway I tried just for you. Lastly I do not mean to offend anyone so please excuse my insanity if I left you off. Once again thanks for all the reviews. I love constructive criticism. (It's the only way I'll improve.)
A/N 2: All I ask is that after reading this fic go and tell your family that you love them. Don't go to bed mad. Tell a friend you care and live your life to the fullest.
Life's too short: Wake Up Call
By Silver Elf Child
"So Randy what is it going to be?" Wildwing asked.
"Wildwing can we talk privately for a minute?" Randy asked as he put his arm around Wildwing's shoulder and escorted him away from the group of boys.
While they were gone Canard stepped up to Nosedive.
"Hey Dweeb, for once in your miserable life will you let Wildwing do something without you?"
"What do you mean?"
"We can never do anything with Wildwing without you tagging along. Don't you think that he would want to do something without you for a change?"
"He doesn't have to say yes Canard." Nosedive said indignantly.
"He only does because he doesn't want to see you cry."
"He does NOT! LIAR!"
"If I'm lying then why don't you go ask him?"
"But"
"Please Dive. We are only going to Duck Donald's to meet the girls."
"Girls?"
"Yeah just a few of the cheerleaders and a few others."
"But you guys reek" he protested.
"Girls like that stuff. You wouldn't understand."
"I guess not" Nosedive spat in disgust.
"Come on Nosedive, Please."
"Well."
"Look at him."
The two turn to see Wildwing trying to get his gear out of the truck but the other boys are trying to stop him.
Canard leans over and whispers in Dive's ear "If you do this for me just once, I'll buy you a new comic book."
"Ten"
"Four"
"Eight"
"Six and that's my final offer."
"Deal!"
The two shake on it.
"Great! Now go tell Wing."
"Hey Wing!"
"Yeah Dive?"
"Do you mind if I skip out?"
"What? But I thought you wanted to come?"
"Well. I did, but I don't want to be a burden or anything."
"Awe Dive your not a."
"And besides cheerleaders scare me."
"Cheerleaders? What are you talking about?"
"Smell ya latter bro.!" Nosedive shouted as he ran off.
"What was that all about?" Wildwing asked Canard.
"I don't know. I've been telling you for years that there's something screwy with him."
"Eh, maybe I should go after him."
"NO!" protested Randy "you're coming with us."
With that the boys pushed and pulled Wildwing into the back seat of Randy's truck and took off to Duck Donald's.
***
Nosedive wandered the streets for hours after leaving the hockey rink. He didn't want to go home and he didn't have anywhere else to go, so he just wandered around aimlessly. With each step his heart sunk lower in his chest. Why hadn't Wildwing gone after him? He usually would have followed him. Maybe Canard was right; maybe Wildwing was tired of him tagging along. Maybe Wildwing did want to do things without him. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.
***
The boys drove up to the restaurant to find the girls already waiting for them inside. They jumped out of the truck and ran inside. In his excitement, and wanting to create a stylish entrance, Randy jumped a booth and landed in the seat next to a red headed girl.
"Hey Leila" He said happily before he kissed her on the cheek "looking good babe."
"YUCK!" she spat as she wiped off her cheek.
Everyone laughed at her reaction as Randy got up to go order some food.
The teen ducks caroused around the tables chatting and eating the fast food garbage (I hate fast food, sorry). It was like a scene out of Grease or something. Wildwing slid into the booth next to Leila.
"Hey Wing, why the long face?"
"I think I hurt Dive's feelings."
"Why is that?"
"I think he's mad at me because I didn't let him come. I also think Canard had something to do with his sudden change of interest in coming."
"Knowing the two of them, Canard probably promised him something. It must have been a good deal otherwise Dive would probably have insisted on coming."
Wildwing laughed "I guess your right."
"Of course I'm right. I'm always right."
***
After about two hours of wandering around feeling sorry for himself Nosedive made his way home. He figured that Wildwing would be home by now and sorry for ditching him.
"Mom I'm home" he called.
"Where's Wildwing?" His mother called from the kitchen.
"Isn't he here?"
"No."
"Oh well, he ditched me at the rink so he could go hang out with his lamer friends."
"Why didn't you go with them?"
"Wing didn't want me to come. I told you he ditch me. Me his adorable baby brother."
"Awe honey, are you all right?" Mrs. Flashblade said as she laid down the icing bag, which she had been using to decorate his father's birthday cake.
"Yeah" said a forlorn Nosedive.
"I know what'll cheer you up."
"What?" Nosedive asked on the brink of tears.
"Cookies!" she exclaimed as she held out a plate of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.
"You're the best Mom."
The two enjoyed the warm, gooey cookies with two cold glasses of milk and some cartoons. Mr. Flashblade came in after they polished off the plate.
"Hey there Ace, where's your brother?"
"He left Nosedive at the hockey rink when Randy came by to show the boys his new truck." Mrs. Flashblade calmly stated.
"He did WHAT!"
"Dad don't be mad at Wing I told him to go. His friends don't like me and Randy wanted to show off his new truck and."
"Are you sure you're okay with this Ace?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"Well. too bad for Wildwing, I guess that we're just going to have to play this without him." Mr. Flashblade said as he pulled out, Dive's favorite, a brand new Monopoly game.
"All right!"
***
"Okay everyone calm down!" called Mike over the noise "I bet ya that no one here can out drink me!"
"If Dive was here he could out drink you" Wildwing laughed.
"Well he's not here now is he, wanna take his place?"
Wildwing held up his hands and shook his head no. There was no way that the guys were going to push him into a soda-drinking contest. (What do you think they were drinking? Water? Alcohol? NO WAY! First they are under age, and second I don't like alcohol. So There! =)~ ). Wildwing was not going to be pressured by his friends to do anything he didn't want to, he was stronger then that. Besides the last time they did he was sick for a week. He had no idea how Dive could stomach that sugar and food coloring in a glass. Not only did the stuff make him want to barf, but also the caffeine made him edgy and he couldn't sleep after drinking one glass let alone the ten Mike was challenging him to drink now.
"I got a better bet" Leila spoke up.
"And that is" Canard said sending her a sideways glance.
"How about a belching contest. That way we can all participate."
"I like the way you think doll" Randy smirked.
"Then it's settled we'll have a belching contest. Everyone gets one soda and one chance. Got it."
The teens each took their turns to show off their prowess at burping. It was an amazing sight to see. Most of the girls out belched the boys, all except Wildwing. They were about to announce him as the winner when Leila let out a tremendous, stuptifying, and crescendoing, vibrant belch. There was no mistaking it she won hands down. Unfortunately the belch earned the teens a one way trip to the curb.
"Now what?"
"Let's go for a ride." Randy exclaimed.
The boys all climbed into Randy's monster truck as the girls piled into Leila's Mustang DT. They had no real goal in mind. The mall sounded good at the moment, so that's where they went. Barreling down the streets the two teens raced.
~He won't beat me~ Leila thought.
"Faster Randy she's taking the lead" cheered Mike.
***
"What are you doing?" Mrs. Flashblade called to her husband from the family room.
"Nothing" was his reply from the kitchen.
"Quick Nosedive we have to head him off at the pass. You take the left. I'll take the right."
The pair converged on their quarry as he attempted to steal a cookie.
"You had better be planning on paying for those" Mrs. Flashblade said from behind her husband.
"Yeah Dad, those are for my school's bake sale."
"Uh. I wasn't. Awe come on can't I have just one?"
Mrs. Flashblade had to laugh at the pathetic look he gave her. She looked to Nosedive "What do you think?" Nosedive looked at his father then back to his mother.
"You look almost as pathetic as Wildwing when he wants something" laughed Nosedive "fine you can have one.a small one."
"So you've forgiven you brother?" his father inquired before he took a bite of his large cookie.
Nosedive frowned "No, I hope he stubs his toe!"
"Nosedive you don't mean that do you?" asked his mother as they went back into the other room to start the board game.
"So what if I do?"
"Nosedive," his father said in a stern voice "you never wish ill on others. Bad karma has a way of coming back on you."
"Whatever. I get to be the top hat!"
Mr. Flashblade opened the game board and began to set up the game. Nosedive was the top hat, his mother was the dog, and his father was the old boot. Nosedive successfully purchased all four railroads, water works, Marvin Gardens, Park Place and the Boardwalk without too much difficulty. He loved to charge his parents outlandish prices when they fell onto his property. Wildwing never like to play Monopoly with him because he always won. Wildwing was never good at beating him at board games. Probably because Wildwing let him win because he hated to see Dive cry about losing. NAH! Wildwing just wasn't good at board games like he was. Come to think of it he wasn't good at video games either. Just then the phone rang and disrupted his train of thought.
"I'll get it" Mr. Flashblade said as he rose to answer the phone.
"Nosedive it's your turn"
"Seven. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7. Oh no not that, anything but that!"
"Mrs. Flashblade laughed "go to jail, do not pass go, do NOT collect two hundred dollars."
"Hello Flashblade residence..Yes, this is Mr. Flashblade. Yes this is Mr. George Flashblade. I see. I understand. I'll be right there. Thank you."
"Who was that dear? Don't tell me that they just called you into work. You've already put in enough overtime."
"No Dad you can't go you have to cheer me up" Nosedive exclaimed as he gave his father his best puppy dog face.
"What's wrong dear?" Mrs. Flashblade asked again.
Mr. Flashblade stood there for several minutes trying to find the words to tell his wife. There was no easy way to put it. These kinds of calls never were easy to tell to his family. They were hard to make, and hard to get, but how was he suppose to convey the message to his wife and youngest son?
Too be continued.
Hehehehe don't you just hate me. Sorry it was getting long I had to stop here. Besides I lost my inspiration and I don't know where I'm going with this just yet. Maybe a few more miles or rollerbladeing will help me come up with an ending. Till next time, God bless and please keep the reviews coming.
A/N: first off I would like to thank bum bum (my lil sis) for giving me the name of the restaurant and my bro. for the names of the cereals from the last fic. Next I would like to thank everyone for the reviews. Keep them coming I love to get reviews. Speaking of reviews does anyone know how to take the block off so anonymous readers can leave reviews? Please tell me. I loved the signed ones and all, but I have friends who aren't cool enough to belong to ff.net and would like to leave me a review or two. A great big thanks goes out to Lily C whose advice on writing was great. And to Angelfire, I tried to put in more then just dialogue, but it's hard for me. I just love having the characters have conversations. Anyway I tried just for you. Lastly I do not mean to offend anyone so please excuse my insanity if I left you off. Once again thanks for all the reviews. I love constructive criticism. (It's the only way I'll improve.)
A/N 2: All I ask is that after reading this fic go and tell your family that you love them. Don't go to bed mad. Tell a friend you care and live your life to the fullest.
Life's too short: Wake Up Call
By Silver Elf Child
"So Randy what is it going to be?" Wildwing asked.
"Wildwing can we talk privately for a minute?" Randy asked as he put his arm around Wildwing's shoulder and escorted him away from the group of boys.
While they were gone Canard stepped up to Nosedive.
"Hey Dweeb, for once in your miserable life will you let Wildwing do something without you?"
"What do you mean?"
"We can never do anything with Wildwing without you tagging along. Don't you think that he would want to do something without you for a change?"
"He doesn't have to say yes Canard." Nosedive said indignantly.
"He only does because he doesn't want to see you cry."
"He does NOT! LIAR!"
"If I'm lying then why don't you go ask him?"
"But"
"Please Dive. We are only going to Duck Donald's to meet the girls."
"Girls?"
"Yeah just a few of the cheerleaders and a few others."
"But you guys reek" he protested.
"Girls like that stuff. You wouldn't understand."
"I guess not" Nosedive spat in disgust.
"Come on Nosedive, Please."
"Well."
"Look at him."
The two turn to see Wildwing trying to get his gear out of the truck but the other boys are trying to stop him.
Canard leans over and whispers in Dive's ear "If you do this for me just once, I'll buy you a new comic book."
"Ten"
"Four"
"Eight"
"Six and that's my final offer."
"Deal!"
The two shake on it.
"Great! Now go tell Wing."
"Hey Wing!"
"Yeah Dive?"
"Do you mind if I skip out?"
"What? But I thought you wanted to come?"
"Well. I did, but I don't want to be a burden or anything."
"Awe Dive your not a."
"And besides cheerleaders scare me."
"Cheerleaders? What are you talking about?"
"Smell ya latter bro.!" Nosedive shouted as he ran off.
"What was that all about?" Wildwing asked Canard.
"I don't know. I've been telling you for years that there's something screwy with him."
"Eh, maybe I should go after him."
"NO!" protested Randy "you're coming with us."
With that the boys pushed and pulled Wildwing into the back seat of Randy's truck and took off to Duck Donald's.
***
Nosedive wandered the streets for hours after leaving the hockey rink. He didn't want to go home and he didn't have anywhere else to go, so he just wandered around aimlessly. With each step his heart sunk lower in his chest. Why hadn't Wildwing gone after him? He usually would have followed him. Maybe Canard was right; maybe Wildwing was tired of him tagging along. Maybe Wildwing did want to do things without him. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.
***
The boys drove up to the restaurant to find the girls already waiting for them inside. They jumped out of the truck and ran inside. In his excitement, and wanting to create a stylish entrance, Randy jumped a booth and landed in the seat next to a red headed girl.
"Hey Leila" He said happily before he kissed her on the cheek "looking good babe."
"YUCK!" she spat as she wiped off her cheek.
Everyone laughed at her reaction as Randy got up to go order some food.
The teen ducks caroused around the tables chatting and eating the fast food garbage (I hate fast food, sorry). It was like a scene out of Grease or something. Wildwing slid into the booth next to Leila.
"Hey Wing, why the long face?"
"I think I hurt Dive's feelings."
"Why is that?"
"I think he's mad at me because I didn't let him come. I also think Canard had something to do with his sudden change of interest in coming."
"Knowing the two of them, Canard probably promised him something. It must have been a good deal otherwise Dive would probably have insisted on coming."
Wildwing laughed "I guess your right."
"Of course I'm right. I'm always right."
***
After about two hours of wandering around feeling sorry for himself Nosedive made his way home. He figured that Wildwing would be home by now and sorry for ditching him.
"Mom I'm home" he called.
"Where's Wildwing?" His mother called from the kitchen.
"Isn't he here?"
"No."
"Oh well, he ditched me at the rink so he could go hang out with his lamer friends."
"Why didn't you go with them?"
"Wing didn't want me to come. I told you he ditch me. Me his adorable baby brother."
"Awe honey, are you all right?" Mrs. Flashblade said as she laid down the icing bag, which she had been using to decorate his father's birthday cake.
"Yeah" said a forlorn Nosedive.
"I know what'll cheer you up."
"What?" Nosedive asked on the brink of tears.
"Cookies!" she exclaimed as she held out a plate of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.
"You're the best Mom."
The two enjoyed the warm, gooey cookies with two cold glasses of milk and some cartoons. Mr. Flashblade came in after they polished off the plate.
"Hey there Ace, where's your brother?"
"He left Nosedive at the hockey rink when Randy came by to show the boys his new truck." Mrs. Flashblade calmly stated.
"He did WHAT!"
"Dad don't be mad at Wing I told him to go. His friends don't like me and Randy wanted to show off his new truck and."
"Are you sure you're okay with this Ace?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"Well. too bad for Wildwing, I guess that we're just going to have to play this without him." Mr. Flashblade said as he pulled out, Dive's favorite, a brand new Monopoly game.
"All right!"
***
"Okay everyone calm down!" called Mike over the noise "I bet ya that no one here can out drink me!"
"If Dive was here he could out drink you" Wildwing laughed.
"Well he's not here now is he, wanna take his place?"
Wildwing held up his hands and shook his head no. There was no way that the guys were going to push him into a soda-drinking contest. (What do you think they were drinking? Water? Alcohol? NO WAY! First they are under age, and second I don't like alcohol. So There! =)~ ). Wildwing was not going to be pressured by his friends to do anything he didn't want to, he was stronger then that. Besides the last time they did he was sick for a week. He had no idea how Dive could stomach that sugar and food coloring in a glass. Not only did the stuff make him want to barf, but also the caffeine made him edgy and he couldn't sleep after drinking one glass let alone the ten Mike was challenging him to drink now.
"I got a better bet" Leila spoke up.
"And that is" Canard said sending her a sideways glance.
"How about a belching contest. That way we can all participate."
"I like the way you think doll" Randy smirked.
"Then it's settled we'll have a belching contest. Everyone gets one soda and one chance. Got it."
The teens each took their turns to show off their prowess at burping. It was an amazing sight to see. Most of the girls out belched the boys, all except Wildwing. They were about to announce him as the winner when Leila let out a tremendous, stuptifying, and crescendoing, vibrant belch. There was no mistaking it she won hands down. Unfortunately the belch earned the teens a one way trip to the curb.
"Now what?"
"Let's go for a ride." Randy exclaimed.
The boys all climbed into Randy's monster truck as the girls piled into Leila's Mustang DT. They had no real goal in mind. The mall sounded good at the moment, so that's where they went. Barreling down the streets the two teens raced.
~He won't beat me~ Leila thought.
"Faster Randy she's taking the lead" cheered Mike.
***
"What are you doing?" Mrs. Flashblade called to her husband from the family room.
"Nothing" was his reply from the kitchen.
"Quick Nosedive we have to head him off at the pass. You take the left. I'll take the right."
The pair converged on their quarry as he attempted to steal a cookie.
"You had better be planning on paying for those" Mrs. Flashblade said from behind her husband.
"Yeah Dad, those are for my school's bake sale."
"Uh. I wasn't. Awe come on can't I have just one?"
Mrs. Flashblade had to laugh at the pathetic look he gave her. She looked to Nosedive "What do you think?" Nosedive looked at his father then back to his mother.
"You look almost as pathetic as Wildwing when he wants something" laughed Nosedive "fine you can have one.a small one."
"So you've forgiven you brother?" his father inquired before he took a bite of his large cookie.
Nosedive frowned "No, I hope he stubs his toe!"
"Nosedive you don't mean that do you?" asked his mother as they went back into the other room to start the board game.
"So what if I do?"
"Nosedive," his father said in a stern voice "you never wish ill on others. Bad karma has a way of coming back on you."
"Whatever. I get to be the top hat!"
Mr. Flashblade opened the game board and began to set up the game. Nosedive was the top hat, his mother was the dog, and his father was the old boot. Nosedive successfully purchased all four railroads, water works, Marvin Gardens, Park Place and the Boardwalk without too much difficulty. He loved to charge his parents outlandish prices when they fell onto his property. Wildwing never like to play Monopoly with him because he always won. Wildwing was never good at beating him at board games. Probably because Wildwing let him win because he hated to see Dive cry about losing. NAH! Wildwing just wasn't good at board games like he was. Come to think of it he wasn't good at video games either. Just then the phone rang and disrupted his train of thought.
"I'll get it" Mr. Flashblade said as he rose to answer the phone.
"Nosedive it's your turn"
"Seven. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7. Oh no not that, anything but that!"
"Mrs. Flashblade laughed "go to jail, do not pass go, do NOT collect two hundred dollars."
"Hello Flashblade residence..Yes, this is Mr. Flashblade. Yes this is Mr. George Flashblade. I see. I understand. I'll be right there. Thank you."
"Who was that dear? Don't tell me that they just called you into work. You've already put in enough overtime."
"No Dad you can't go you have to cheer me up" Nosedive exclaimed as he gave his father his best puppy dog face.
"What's wrong dear?" Mrs. Flashblade asked again.
Mr. Flashblade stood there for several minutes trying to find the words to tell his wife. There was no easy way to put it. These kinds of calls never were easy to tell to his family. They were hard to make, and hard to get, but how was he suppose to convey the message to his wife and youngest son?
Too be continued.
Hehehehe don't you just hate me. Sorry it was getting long I had to stop here. Besides I lost my inspiration and I don't know where I'm going with this just yet. Maybe a few more miles or rollerbladeing will help me come up with an ending. Till next time, God bless and please keep the reviews coming.