I don't own the characters or show

I don't own the characters or show. Or the song. I do own Morris and Martin.

Chapter 11.

Where could Fiona be? According to the clock sitting beside me it was 5:31, way past school hours. Plus it was Saturday anyways. What if she was with another guy? Sitting in a dark movie theater in the back? What if she and this guy were making out and doing things only her and me should do?! Why am I doing this to myself? Fiona cheat on me? That's the stupidest thing I ever heard of. She would never do that. That night last week with Carey wasn't her fault. He was the one in the wrong, Fi was just too nice to tell him shove off. I like that Fiona is nice, caring, sweet, I could go on and on.

Lying on the bed I realize how tired I am. It's been days since I have gotten any real sleep. Maybe I'll take a quick nap, I got to be rested and refreshed when I see her. First I go to her door and gently close it, I hope no one will notice the position of it changed. Then I climb back onto bed covering myself with the top sheet, and admit to fall asleep. And I do just that, I was in dreamland in 30 seconds flat.

I awake to voices in the hallway. Fiona! She's here! Oh my God finally. The clock now reads 6:13 I had myself a pretty decent sized nap. My heart is pounding inspatition of her entering the room. Maybe I should move somewhere, because I would think finding someone lying in your bed unexpectly could scare the crap out of anyone. But where should I move to? The closet? Yeah right when I exit to say hello she'll have a heart attack. I than notice a chair in the far corner of the room, perfect. I would still be in view but right smack at center of attention. I climb off the bed carefully smoothing the covers down getting the wrinkles out. The door handle turns just as I am sitting down.

She's so beautiful, like always. She goes over to her stereo and flips it on. Fiona hasn't looked across the room, hasn't seen me yet. The stations are moved around looking for the perfect song. She finally stops at one and sits herself at her desk. Fiona opens her laptop and hits to be what I assume the on switch. She begins to pretend she's playing drums with two pencils on the edge of the desk. She's singing along with the radio, getting a few words wrong but is basically hitting it right on the noise. Fiona as a beautiful voice. She doesn't think so but a lot of people who can sing don't realize their good at it.

It was a slow day

And the sun was beating

On the soldiers by the side of the road

There was a bright light

A shattering of shop windows

The bomb in the baby carriage

Was wired to the radio

These are the days of miracle and wonder

This is the long distance call

The way the camera follows us in slo-mo

The way we look to us all

The way we look to a distant constellation

That's dying in a corner of the sky

These are the days of miracle and wonder

And don't cry baby, don't cry

Don't cry

It was a dry wind

And it swept across the desert

And it curled into the circle of birth

And the dead sand

Falling on the children

The mothers and the fathers

And the automatic earth

These are the days of miracle and wonder

This is the long distance call

The way the camera follows us in slo-mo

The way we look to us all

The way we look to a distant constellation

That's dying in a corner of the sky

Therse are the days of miracle and wonder

And don't cry baby, don't cry

Don't cry

It's a turn-around jump shot

It's everybody jump start

It's every generation throws a hero up the pop charts

Medicine is magical and magical is art

The Boy in the Bubble

And the baby with the baboon heart

And I believe

These are the days of lasers in the jungle

Lasers in the jungle somewhere

Staccato signals of constant information

A loose affiliation of millionaires

And billionaires and baby

These are the days of miracle and wonder

This is the long distance call

The way the camera follows us in slo-mo

The way we look to us all

The way we look to a distant constellation

That's dying in a corner of the sky

Therse are the days of miracle and wonder

And don't cry baby, don't cry

Don't cry

When the song finished Fiona focuses her attention on the screen and begins to type without looking at the keyboard, I can't do that. I wish I could see what she was writing. An email? If so who was it for? Perhaps a school paper? What was the topic? I wanted to know everything about her life, inside and outside. She stops typing, I see her whole body go tense, slowly she turns herself around to my location. Her eyes become wider than I ever thought possible. Then it happens, the one thing I swore that won't. Fi screams.

*The song is The Boy In The Bubble by Paul Simon*