Rocky & Ginger 2
-it's me!!!!! I got some great ideas for this fic to continue from a gal named Holly! Thanks Holly! I don't exactly know how I'll start this, but I guess I'll just start typing (that's what I did with my harry potter fic, and it went in a suprisingly knew direction) Anywho, hope you enjoy.-
Ginger was heading toward the river. This time, she didn't hide behind a tree. She was actually so excited that she kept dropping the water bucket. She reached the edge of the path and saw Rocky standing by the river. She nervously tried to fix her hair -even though it was fine- and stepped out into view. "Hey Rocky!"
"Hey Ginge!" apparently he was waiting for her.
Ginger got some water into the bucket. "Need any help?" asked Rocky.
"Oh, no, that's okay. I didn't put that much in as last time."
"Kay." They started back to the coop. Rocky put his hand on her shoulder. -Ginger was getting used to the idea of Rocky showing his feelings for her, and she was glad he did-
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"This is going to be great!"
"Shut up Fetcher!" Nick and Fetcher were hiding in the bushes, with a camera. "Our new money making job is going to pay off after all. Making a show out of these love birds is going to be profiting!"
"Yeah! I can see it now: Wild Naughty Rocky and Love Sick Ginger in Bushes"
Nick just rolled his eyes and sighed an agitated sigh. "You nimbutt! It's not going to be THAT kind of movie!"
"Oh." replied Fetcher sadly.
"Sick minded little tweet!"
"Hey! I'm not a chicken! Ooooooo! You know what? I bet we can hire Fowler. He'd be up to the job!"
"WE ARE NOT, AND I REPEAT NOT DOING THAT KIND OF MOVIE! Besides, no one would be willing to take on the other part if Fowler's doing it."
"Good point."
"Of course it's a good point! I'm the only one who makes good points!"
"My point exactly." Fetcher replied. Again, Nick rolled his eyes at his partner who has an I.Q. of
a fish. -I have to tell you all this. I love it when Fetcher goes, "It's raining hens!" lol-
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"Soooo, you wanna go take a walk?" asked Rocky.
"Sure."
"Okay, but you have to promise not to run away this time." said Rocky with a grin. Ginger playfully hit him with one of Babs's knitted cloth.
"Ow!" They both laughed, and went outside.
They walked, until they came to a clearing. They faced each other, and Ginger found herself in Rocky's imbrace. She slightly blushed as he leaned into a kiss. Their lips (lips? Do chickens have lips?) touched, when all of a sudden Nick and Fetcher pop out. "Work it baby, work it!" yelled Fetcher.
"Come on, don't stop now. You guys were doing great!" said Nick. Fetcher kept snapping the camera.
"Stop it!" yelled Ginger. She put her wing over the lens, while Rocky was on the ground laughing his head off.
"Hey, who turned out the lights?" asked Fetcher stupidly. "Oh, and we need a little more action here!"
"We are NOT doing THAT kind of movie!" "Nimbutt...." he mumbled under his breath.
"You are not doing ANY kind of movie!" yelled Ginger. "Now get your rats's asses out of here!" At this, Rocky laughed even harder. Ginger turned around to look at him, and he was literally rolling with laughter. She turned back to the rats. "Now!" she screamed, and they scampered away, while Fetcher said, "Yes Miss Fish." -?-
"Sorry Ginge," Rocky said, somehow recovering from his fit. "I've just never seen you so mad." They sat down and laughed together.
"So, we're not going to see some action, are we Nick?"
Nick just shook his head. "Sick minded little tweet."
"I am NOT a chicken!"