Okay I was gonna say something, but I forgot, I'm in a real cruddy mood. I
had a fight with my dad and I feeling really inept right now. I'm hoping
some fanfic writing will make me feel better. Okay here's the next friggin
chapter.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this chapter; I doubt I own that permanent marker anymore. I do however own the paperclip on my dresser so Bleh!
Chapter 3: Finding Someone To Trust.
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The Fran went to the Junior High that was connected to the High School. The half of the school that she was allowed in consisted of two main hallways on top of each other along with a long corridor that had about 4 classrooms down it. The 7th graders occupied the lower half of the school while the 8th grade kept to the upper half. Fran's locker was right next to the stairs and she rushed up these steps now wiping her eyes at the same time.
She quickly turned the dial and stuffed in her binder and grabbed out a book for Silent Reading. She only stood to gaze at her mess of Clay Aiken pictures for a moment and was off again. Her first stop was the girl's bathroom to check and see how red her eyes were. They weren't that bad so she left and went to the bookstore.
She needed a pencil, even though she had one, she didn't feel secure enough with just the one she had. She walked up the counter and dung into her pocket for the money.
"Hey Fran!" said Derrick walking to where she was standing.
"Hey Derrick," she answered rather dully, "How much are the pencils?"
"Well, depends on which kind you want." he smiled grabbing one of each kind, "There's this lovely purple mechanical pencil," he waved it in the air, "Or there's this Yellow one with .05 lead," he waved yet another, "Or there's this plain old simple one with the school's name on it." He smiled at her and waved the pencils around like a goof ball.
"I'll just take a normal one, thank you," she answered a smile playing on the corners of her mouth.
"But what color?" he asked grabbing up several regular pencils and showing off yet again.
"I don't know Derrick, you pick," Fran said actually smiling this time.
"How about orange? That seems like a good color, don't you think?"
"Orange is my favorite color."
"All the better, here you go!" he said handing her the pencil.
"How much will it be?" she asked fishing around in her pocket.
"It's on me! You look glum today, it's the least I could do."
"Okay what do you want?" she asked suspiciously.
" Nothing, can't I be nice and buy you a pencil?"
"Whatever Derrick," she said turning away.
"Oh! Fran!" he said catching her attention.
"What?" she turned back around he eyes looked deep into his with pure concern.
"Uh. I. Uh. well."
"See you later Derrick," she said smiling and walking off down the hall, "Thanks for the pencil."
"Anytime Fran, anytime," he answered even though he knew she couldn't hear him.
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Merry sat in the Range family's barn shivering. Fran had reassured him that she would know what to do when she returned from school around 4:45. She didn't however tell him how cold it would be. She had given him blankets and she had given him a sandwich that he was sure she was supposed to eat for lunch that day. He sat on the hood of a small green car. He didn't know that it was a car, but he sat there cause it was semi-warm.
"How did I get here?" he asked himself. He had been just walking around in the old forest and suddenly he found this house. It was early morning so he decided to check out who lived there, figuring that they'd be sound asleep. He'd never noticed the monster of a dog or the light on upstairs.
So now he was here. In America. whatever that was. He was just a young boy of 22, still in his tweens. How could this have happened to him of all people? Why did he deserve this? Did he do something wrong?
"Meow?" an orange tabby mewed from behind him. Merry turned around to see it perched on the roof of the car behind him. He sneezed loudly.
"Just great," he said aloud to the cat, "I'm allergic to you, you know?"
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Fran didn't speak to her friends all 1st 2nd and 3rd periods. She also didn't sit with them at lunch. She sat with a 7th grade friend of hers from marching season. Derrick noticed that she wasn't sitting at her usual table but couldn't find her new seat, she saw him though. She knew exactly where he sat, she knew a lot of things about him, not that he knew, but she was a bit of a stalker.
Any who, she did manage a word at Forest during Desktop when he asked her how to spell 'Ineptability.' That's all any of her friends got out of her. She was too busy stressing about the paper to worry though. It had to come out by Thurs. the last day before Christmas break.
"I need everything for the December issue on the desk right now!" she said over the bustle of the group of teens. Sadly all she had was her article, the Bio's and 2 articles from Jinni, the resident jock.
"Stressed out, Fran?" Derrick asked coming up to her as she leaned against her desk.
"You have no idea," she ran a hand through her hair making it fly in 20 different directions, "Why won't anyone listen to me, Derrick?
"I listen to you!"
"Yeah, but you don't have an article this issue."
"True, but I do listen to you."
"Do you think I'm crazy?" she asked out of the blue watching Forest and Tami work on their debate article.
"What!?"
"Do you think I'm crazy? It's a simple yes or no question." She turned to face him and did not look at her friends anymore.
"No, why would I think that?"
"There are some people I thought trusted me and would believe me when no one else would, but they think I'm crazy."
"Is that why you weren't sitting with your friends at lunch?"
"How'd you know that?"
"I. uh. I. just noticed that's all."
"Well, yeah."
"Fran, here's the NJHS article you wanted," Tamisha presented.
"Good! Derrick, you ready to go run off copies?" she asked the guy standing next to her.
"Yes Ma'am!" he mock saluted taking the article and another with him to the copy room. Fran watched him go and felt lonely without his cheerful presence.
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"Merry? Are you alive?" Fran asked opening the barn doors. Huddled on the hood of her mom's old car was a small hobbit and about 12 cats she'd never seen before in her life.
"GO ON SCRAM!" she yelled causing the cats to scatter in as many directions as her hair was going, "Merry? Are you alright?" The hobbit sat up. His eyes were all red and puffy and his hair, also, was going everywhere.
"I'm allergic to cats," he croaked.
"Oh my goodness, I'm sorry! I didn't know! Are you alright?"
"I think I'll be okay, did you find out how to get me back?"
"There's been a slight problem," Fran began joining the hobbit on the hood of the car, "It seems that my friends, who I thought would believe me, think I'm nuts. So it's just you and me in this one way road to hell."
"Why would they think you're crazy?"
"Here, on Earth, you're world is an amazing work of Literature. Some people write stories were people from your world come to our world or we go to yours. I am one of these people. I guess my friends just think I've gone delirious and am living in my own fanfic."
"Fanfic?"
"These stories I was talking about." The hobbit nodded his head. They sat in silence for a moment.
"So what are we going to do?" he asked.
"I have no fucking clue," she answered looking of into the distance.
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The phone rang in the Fritter's house. Derrick picked it up.
"Fritter's house, Derrick speaking," he said into the receiver.
"Derrick urgent! It's Fran come over as soon as you can, meet me in the barn. The door'll be closed just knock I'll open it for you."
"What? Why?"
"I'll explain in a minute, just come over quick!" She hung up.
"Okay." he said to himself, "Mom I'm going next door!" he yelled through out the house. He didn't know if she heard, but he left anyways, taking his heavy coat with him.
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The door to the barn opened a crack and a dark green eye peered through.
"It's you! Good!" She opened the door and quickly shut it behind him. He stood in the doorway and looked around the barn. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. There was the old car; there was her dad's tiller, a rake, a couple of hoes, a hobbit on the roof of the car, a drum of-
"What in the world is that!?" he asked pointing at Merry.
"Remember when I asked you if you thought I was crazy?" he nodded his head, "This is why."
" 'Ello!" the hobbit greeted. Derrick stared at the hobbit.
"He looks like one of those dudes from Lor-"
"He is!" Fran explained, "His name is Meriadoc Brandybuck, he lives in the Shire, he IS from Middle Earth."
"I think I might be going crazy!" Derrick ran a hand through his hair and looked at Fran. She was standing in her long tan coat with the fur trimming on the edges. It came to about her knees. Her hair was flying in all directions; it framed her face like a lion's mane. Her eyes were pleading for him to believe her, he realized that no one believed her; she needed him to be on her side. She had no one to help her. He would have wanted her to help him if he found a hobbit in his barn.
"So, what do we do about him?" he asked clasping his hands together.
"Are you telling me that you believe me?"
"I'm not telling you per se but I am showing you."
"Thank God!" she ran up and clasped him in a large hug smiling from ear to ear. He was shocked by her sudden out burst of happiness.
"Glad to help," said patting her on the back, "Now tell me the whole story about this lil' dude." Fran set to telling him the whole story and Merry filled in where he could. Derrick couldn't believe he was sitting of the hood of a car with a hobbit and.and.well.he was just happy see Fran trust him and smile at him in that way she had. It made him want to help her. It made him want to fix this whole problem.
"So what should we do with him?" Fran asked Derrick finishing the tale.
"Beats me, but we have to get him out of this cold."
"I know, but my parents will definitely think I'm crazy," she paused, "Of course they already do." Derrick smiled, she wasn't letting the pressure get to her, he could tell.
"I would like to warm up a bit, please?" Merry asked his eyes still red from his feline frenzy.
"What about your place?" she asked.
"Do you think my parents would believe the story about a hobbit anymore than yours would?"
"True. Well, we could give mine a shot. Let's try!"
"Okay." he swallowed hard; he'd never met Fran's parents even after he'd lived there for the past 4 years.
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"A WHAT!?" Fran's mom asked.
"A hobbit Mrs. Range, don't think she's nuts cause I've seen him too!" Derrick piped up.
"Fran! Are you feeling all right? You've been outside almost all afternoon, you should really-"
"MOM! I'm not sick, I'm not crazy, I'M PERFECTLY FINE!" she yelled.
"Please, just come out and see it for yourself," Derrick pleaded.
And so Mrs. Range shuffled out into the cold air her blonde hair as fly away as her daughter's. Her eyes grew wide as Fran opened the door to the garage. The poor little hobbit scrambled off the hood of the car and over to Fran. He barely came up to her breasts.
"Holy shit!" her mom said.
"Exactly." Fran agreed.
"I'm really cold out here," the little hobbit piped up his voice shaking.
"Well, let's get him in, he probably has pneumonia, after being outside for so long." Mrs. Range said and ushered the poor thing inside. Fran hung back with Derrick.
"Thanks, I could never have gotten her out here on my own," she said quietly it was beginning to get dark Derrick was having trouble seeing beyond his nose.
"You would have done the same," he answered shrugging it off.
"You want to come in, I'm sure mom wouldn't mind."
"Nah, mine's probably worried."
"Alright then, I guess I'll see you tomorrow." She turned to leave for her house.
"Fran?" Derrick called after her.
"Yeah, Derrick?" she asked looking into his eyes with that deep concern just as she had that morning.
"Uh. I. It's just."
"Thanks Derrick," she whispered kissing him on the cheek. She turned quickly and walked away. Derrick just stood there for what seemed like an eternity. He watched her go into her house and soon turned to go to his, even though it was below freezing that night he felt warm inside and as if he could brave the coldest snows.
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Well, I had no idea that was going to happen! Like I said earlier, I have no idea where this is going. That was fun tho, hope you like it. Tell if you do! Love ya'll. I Love Monkeys!
Also: If you want an interesting Yu-gi-oh fanfiction fix check out some cool stories by Psycopanda, also if you would like for me to advertise your fanfic just let me know in a review I would be glad to advertise for anywho want it. Love ya'll! -DB:D
Disclaimer: I don't own anything in this chapter; I doubt I own that permanent marker anymore. I do however own the paperclip on my dresser so Bleh!
Chapter 3: Finding Someone To Trust.
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The Fran went to the Junior High that was connected to the High School. The half of the school that she was allowed in consisted of two main hallways on top of each other along with a long corridor that had about 4 classrooms down it. The 7th graders occupied the lower half of the school while the 8th grade kept to the upper half. Fran's locker was right next to the stairs and she rushed up these steps now wiping her eyes at the same time.
She quickly turned the dial and stuffed in her binder and grabbed out a book for Silent Reading. She only stood to gaze at her mess of Clay Aiken pictures for a moment and was off again. Her first stop was the girl's bathroom to check and see how red her eyes were. They weren't that bad so she left and went to the bookstore.
She needed a pencil, even though she had one, she didn't feel secure enough with just the one she had. She walked up the counter and dung into her pocket for the money.
"Hey Fran!" said Derrick walking to where she was standing.
"Hey Derrick," she answered rather dully, "How much are the pencils?"
"Well, depends on which kind you want." he smiled grabbing one of each kind, "There's this lovely purple mechanical pencil," he waved it in the air, "Or there's this Yellow one with .05 lead," he waved yet another, "Or there's this plain old simple one with the school's name on it." He smiled at her and waved the pencils around like a goof ball.
"I'll just take a normal one, thank you," she answered a smile playing on the corners of her mouth.
"But what color?" he asked grabbing up several regular pencils and showing off yet again.
"I don't know Derrick, you pick," Fran said actually smiling this time.
"How about orange? That seems like a good color, don't you think?"
"Orange is my favorite color."
"All the better, here you go!" he said handing her the pencil.
"How much will it be?" she asked fishing around in her pocket.
"It's on me! You look glum today, it's the least I could do."
"Okay what do you want?" she asked suspiciously.
" Nothing, can't I be nice and buy you a pencil?"
"Whatever Derrick," she said turning away.
"Oh! Fran!" he said catching her attention.
"What?" she turned back around he eyes looked deep into his with pure concern.
"Uh. I. Uh. well."
"See you later Derrick," she said smiling and walking off down the hall, "Thanks for the pencil."
"Anytime Fran, anytime," he answered even though he knew she couldn't hear him.
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Merry sat in the Range family's barn shivering. Fran had reassured him that she would know what to do when she returned from school around 4:45. She didn't however tell him how cold it would be. She had given him blankets and she had given him a sandwich that he was sure she was supposed to eat for lunch that day. He sat on the hood of a small green car. He didn't know that it was a car, but he sat there cause it was semi-warm.
"How did I get here?" he asked himself. He had been just walking around in the old forest and suddenly he found this house. It was early morning so he decided to check out who lived there, figuring that they'd be sound asleep. He'd never noticed the monster of a dog or the light on upstairs.
So now he was here. In America. whatever that was. He was just a young boy of 22, still in his tweens. How could this have happened to him of all people? Why did he deserve this? Did he do something wrong?
"Meow?" an orange tabby mewed from behind him. Merry turned around to see it perched on the roof of the car behind him. He sneezed loudly.
"Just great," he said aloud to the cat, "I'm allergic to you, you know?"
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Fran didn't speak to her friends all 1st 2nd and 3rd periods. She also didn't sit with them at lunch. She sat with a 7th grade friend of hers from marching season. Derrick noticed that she wasn't sitting at her usual table but couldn't find her new seat, she saw him though. She knew exactly where he sat, she knew a lot of things about him, not that he knew, but she was a bit of a stalker.
Any who, she did manage a word at Forest during Desktop when he asked her how to spell 'Ineptability.' That's all any of her friends got out of her. She was too busy stressing about the paper to worry though. It had to come out by Thurs. the last day before Christmas break.
"I need everything for the December issue on the desk right now!" she said over the bustle of the group of teens. Sadly all she had was her article, the Bio's and 2 articles from Jinni, the resident jock.
"Stressed out, Fran?" Derrick asked coming up to her as she leaned against her desk.
"You have no idea," she ran a hand through her hair making it fly in 20 different directions, "Why won't anyone listen to me, Derrick?
"I listen to you!"
"Yeah, but you don't have an article this issue."
"True, but I do listen to you."
"Do you think I'm crazy?" she asked out of the blue watching Forest and Tami work on their debate article.
"What!?"
"Do you think I'm crazy? It's a simple yes or no question." She turned to face him and did not look at her friends anymore.
"No, why would I think that?"
"There are some people I thought trusted me and would believe me when no one else would, but they think I'm crazy."
"Is that why you weren't sitting with your friends at lunch?"
"How'd you know that?"
"I. uh. I. just noticed that's all."
"Well, yeah."
"Fran, here's the NJHS article you wanted," Tamisha presented.
"Good! Derrick, you ready to go run off copies?" she asked the guy standing next to her.
"Yes Ma'am!" he mock saluted taking the article and another with him to the copy room. Fran watched him go and felt lonely without his cheerful presence.
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"Merry? Are you alive?" Fran asked opening the barn doors. Huddled on the hood of her mom's old car was a small hobbit and about 12 cats she'd never seen before in her life.
"GO ON SCRAM!" she yelled causing the cats to scatter in as many directions as her hair was going, "Merry? Are you alright?" The hobbit sat up. His eyes were all red and puffy and his hair, also, was going everywhere.
"I'm allergic to cats," he croaked.
"Oh my goodness, I'm sorry! I didn't know! Are you alright?"
"I think I'll be okay, did you find out how to get me back?"
"There's been a slight problem," Fran began joining the hobbit on the hood of the car, "It seems that my friends, who I thought would believe me, think I'm nuts. So it's just you and me in this one way road to hell."
"Why would they think you're crazy?"
"Here, on Earth, you're world is an amazing work of Literature. Some people write stories were people from your world come to our world or we go to yours. I am one of these people. I guess my friends just think I've gone delirious and am living in my own fanfic."
"Fanfic?"
"These stories I was talking about." The hobbit nodded his head. They sat in silence for a moment.
"So what are we going to do?" he asked.
"I have no fucking clue," she answered looking of into the distance.
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The phone rang in the Fritter's house. Derrick picked it up.
"Fritter's house, Derrick speaking," he said into the receiver.
"Derrick urgent! It's Fran come over as soon as you can, meet me in the barn. The door'll be closed just knock I'll open it for you."
"What? Why?"
"I'll explain in a minute, just come over quick!" She hung up.
"Okay." he said to himself, "Mom I'm going next door!" he yelled through out the house. He didn't know if she heard, but he left anyways, taking his heavy coat with him.
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The door to the barn opened a crack and a dark green eye peered through.
"It's you! Good!" She opened the door and quickly shut it behind him. He stood in the doorway and looked around the barn. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. There was the old car; there was her dad's tiller, a rake, a couple of hoes, a hobbit on the roof of the car, a drum of-
"What in the world is that!?" he asked pointing at Merry.
"Remember when I asked you if you thought I was crazy?" he nodded his head, "This is why."
" 'Ello!" the hobbit greeted. Derrick stared at the hobbit.
"He looks like one of those dudes from Lor-"
"He is!" Fran explained, "His name is Meriadoc Brandybuck, he lives in the Shire, he IS from Middle Earth."
"I think I might be going crazy!" Derrick ran a hand through his hair and looked at Fran. She was standing in her long tan coat with the fur trimming on the edges. It came to about her knees. Her hair was flying in all directions; it framed her face like a lion's mane. Her eyes were pleading for him to believe her, he realized that no one believed her; she needed him to be on her side. She had no one to help her. He would have wanted her to help him if he found a hobbit in his barn.
"So, what do we do about him?" he asked clasping his hands together.
"Are you telling me that you believe me?"
"I'm not telling you per se but I am showing you."
"Thank God!" she ran up and clasped him in a large hug smiling from ear to ear. He was shocked by her sudden out burst of happiness.
"Glad to help," said patting her on the back, "Now tell me the whole story about this lil' dude." Fran set to telling him the whole story and Merry filled in where he could. Derrick couldn't believe he was sitting of the hood of a car with a hobbit and.and.well.he was just happy see Fran trust him and smile at him in that way she had. It made him want to help her. It made him want to fix this whole problem.
"So what should we do with him?" Fran asked Derrick finishing the tale.
"Beats me, but we have to get him out of this cold."
"I know, but my parents will definitely think I'm crazy," she paused, "Of course they already do." Derrick smiled, she wasn't letting the pressure get to her, he could tell.
"I would like to warm up a bit, please?" Merry asked his eyes still red from his feline frenzy.
"What about your place?" she asked.
"Do you think my parents would believe the story about a hobbit anymore than yours would?"
"True. Well, we could give mine a shot. Let's try!"
"Okay." he swallowed hard; he'd never met Fran's parents even after he'd lived there for the past 4 years.
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"A WHAT!?" Fran's mom asked.
"A hobbit Mrs. Range, don't think she's nuts cause I've seen him too!" Derrick piped up.
"Fran! Are you feeling all right? You've been outside almost all afternoon, you should really-"
"MOM! I'm not sick, I'm not crazy, I'M PERFECTLY FINE!" she yelled.
"Please, just come out and see it for yourself," Derrick pleaded.
And so Mrs. Range shuffled out into the cold air her blonde hair as fly away as her daughter's. Her eyes grew wide as Fran opened the door to the garage. The poor little hobbit scrambled off the hood of the car and over to Fran. He barely came up to her breasts.
"Holy shit!" her mom said.
"Exactly." Fran agreed.
"I'm really cold out here," the little hobbit piped up his voice shaking.
"Well, let's get him in, he probably has pneumonia, after being outside for so long." Mrs. Range said and ushered the poor thing inside. Fran hung back with Derrick.
"Thanks, I could never have gotten her out here on my own," she said quietly it was beginning to get dark Derrick was having trouble seeing beyond his nose.
"You would have done the same," he answered shrugging it off.
"You want to come in, I'm sure mom wouldn't mind."
"Nah, mine's probably worried."
"Alright then, I guess I'll see you tomorrow." She turned to leave for her house.
"Fran?" Derrick called after her.
"Yeah, Derrick?" she asked looking into his eyes with that deep concern just as she had that morning.
"Uh. I. It's just."
"Thanks Derrick," she whispered kissing him on the cheek. She turned quickly and walked away. Derrick just stood there for what seemed like an eternity. He watched her go into her house and soon turned to go to his, even though it was below freezing that night he felt warm inside and as if he could brave the coldest snows.
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Well, I had no idea that was going to happen! Like I said earlier, I have no idea where this is going. That was fun tho, hope you like it. Tell if you do! Love ya'll. I Love Monkeys!
Also: If you want an interesting Yu-gi-oh fanfiction fix check out some cool stories by Psycopanda, also if you would like for me to advertise your fanfic just let me know in a review I would be glad to advertise for anywho want it. Love ya'll! -DB:D