Holding On to the Rooftops- Little Red Umbrella
Summary: This is a song fan fic based partly upon the song Rooftop by Seven Channels. Something happens, and Scott's world is pulled from under him. Can Shelby save him from his despair, or will it be too late?
Author's Note: This is going to take a few chapters to build it up.
Disclaimer: I do not own Higher Ground or the song by Seven Channels. You can try to sue me but you will never find me muahahahaha…
"Okay, Cliffhangers," Peter said excitedly. "Now you know I am trusting you to do the right thing. We're about to leave in 10 minutes, so make sure you are all packed up. I will be handing out your money in a minute. Oh, and Scott and Shelby, get off the car. "
Shelby turned to Scott and they both laughed, and then rolled off the hood of the car.
"I get shotgun," Juliette yelled.
"No, whoever gets there first gets shot gun," David said and started to run for the car. He opened up the door and plumped himself down.
"Why do they call it shotgun anyway?" Auggie asked.
"Because back in the olden days when they had wagons, the person who would sit next to the driver carried a shotgun," Daisy said all-knowingly.
Shelby laughed. "It doesn't matter David, Peter already told Juliette she could have shotgun."
David got out of the car with a solemn look on his face. "No fair."
Shelby smiled; lately David and her had been getting along a lot better. Scott walked around the car and pulled Shelby into his arms. "We get the backseat."
Shelby turned around to face him with a big grin on her face. "Yeah, and so does Daisy."
"I didn't know you were into that Shel," Scott said with a devilish grin on his face.
Shelby just rolled her eyes and went to get her bags. She was half way to her dorm when the rain started pouring. Shelby tried to cover her head with her arms as best she could. It was only Eight A.M. and already the sky was dark. Shelby was in such a rush to get in to her dorm she didn't even notice she had ran head long into some one. Shelby fell back onto the ground startled. She got up wiped her butt off and looked up to see who she had almost plowed over. It was a man, more a teenager with dark brown hair that was hanging down in his eyes because of the rain. His shirt clung tightly to his abs, and his sopping wet pants did him justice as well, Shelby noticed.
"I'm so sorry," the man said in a low gritty voice.
"Hey, it's no problem," Shelby said as best she could trying to make her way out of the rain once again.
"Umm, would you like to borrow my umbrella?"
Shelby looked at his soaked clothing. "If you have an umbrella why aren't you using it?"
The man laughed. "You guys don't do things the same way we do back home. Normally when it rains we go outside and play in it. I brought my umbrella just in case the head guy said something."
"You mean Peter?"
"Yeah, him."
"Are you a new student here or something?" Shelby asked confused. He looked a little older than her, but not old enough to be a counselor.
"Oh, I'm sorry, the rain must have muddled my manners. Hello, I'm Aubrey, I'm a Ridge Runner or something like that."
"Aubrey, umm, hi, I'm Shelby. I'm a Cliffhanger."
"Well, I bet you are," he said with a spark in his eye.
The rain continued to pour but Shelby didn't even notice. She looked around her, and felt a blush began to rise on her neck. "Where do you come from? I mean, I never met any one past six who like getting dirty in the rain."
"Dirty? No, the rain washes everything away. It's like nothing matters. And I'm from Texas."
"Texas, that's… nice."
"What? You thought all they had there were steers and queers?"
Shelby let out a nervous laugh. She couldn't tell he was from Texas by the accent. Of course, she guessed they probably didn't really talk like the people on Varsity Blues did. "No, no, I just. Umm, actually, I need to be going. I would like to borrow your umbrella, but I probably wouldn't be able to give it back to you for like a week or so."
"That's fine," he said. Then in a lightened tone. "I know I can't give it as good a home as it deserves. I'm just glad I know I'll be putting it in your able hands."
Shelby laughed and took the red umbrella from his outstretched arms. "Thanks, oh and don't worry, I'll be sure to take good care of it."
"I know you will," he said and walked off slowly. Shelby stood there for a minute before realizing what she was supposed to be getting her bags. She opened up the red umbrella even though she was already dowsed, and went towards her dorm.
When Shelby finally returned everyone was already in the car except for Scott. "Shel, if those were really heavy I would have gotten them for you. I mean look at you, you're soaking wet. Here," Scott said as he put his jacket around her. Then he took her bags and put them in the trunk of the luggage car.
"Thanks," Shelby said and climbed into the car.
"Shelby, what took you so long? I said ten minutes. And look at you, you're soaking," Peter said.
"It was raining, and I didn't want to slip and fall by hurrying. I'm so sorry captain."
"Shelby," Peter said in a condescending tone.
"Hey Peter, lay off. She's wet and we're all tired," Scott said climbing in after her.
Daisy complained about having to share a seat with one semi-wet person, and another dripping wet one. After a minute or two she layed off. But Shelby hadn't noticed all that much, she was too busy thinking about Aubrey. Finally she drifted off to sleep and woke up a few hours later. She had to squint to check the clock. It was noon, but judging by the sky you would think it was midnight. "I like watching you sleep," Scott said form next to her.
Shelby smiled. And Scott wrapped his arms around her as she snuggled into his chest. She stayed there in bliss. All thoughts of the mysterious Aubrey forgotten.
~*~*~*~
We would sleep to the glow of the exit sign,
Dream that the world was yours and mine,
Better run if you want shotgun,
The day was dark but it was all good and fun.
~*~*~*~
Author's Note: So, that's it so far. What did you think? Well, please review. All I am asking for is one. But, you know, more would make me want to post faster.
Summary: This is a song fan fic based partly upon the song Rooftop by Seven Channels. Something happens, and Scott's world is pulled from under him. Can Shelby save him from his despair, or will it be too late?
Author's Note: This is going to take a few chapters to build it up.
Disclaimer: I do not own Higher Ground or the song by Seven Channels. You can try to sue me but you will never find me muahahahaha…
"Okay, Cliffhangers," Peter said excitedly. "Now you know I am trusting you to do the right thing. We're about to leave in 10 minutes, so make sure you are all packed up. I will be handing out your money in a minute. Oh, and Scott and Shelby, get off the car. "
Shelby turned to Scott and they both laughed, and then rolled off the hood of the car.
"I get shotgun," Juliette yelled.
"No, whoever gets there first gets shot gun," David said and started to run for the car. He opened up the door and plumped himself down.
"Why do they call it shotgun anyway?" Auggie asked.
"Because back in the olden days when they had wagons, the person who would sit next to the driver carried a shotgun," Daisy said all-knowingly.
Shelby laughed. "It doesn't matter David, Peter already told Juliette she could have shotgun."
David got out of the car with a solemn look on his face. "No fair."
Shelby smiled; lately David and her had been getting along a lot better. Scott walked around the car and pulled Shelby into his arms. "We get the backseat."
Shelby turned around to face him with a big grin on her face. "Yeah, and so does Daisy."
"I didn't know you were into that Shel," Scott said with a devilish grin on his face.
Shelby just rolled her eyes and went to get her bags. She was half way to her dorm when the rain started pouring. Shelby tried to cover her head with her arms as best she could. It was only Eight A.M. and already the sky was dark. Shelby was in such a rush to get in to her dorm she didn't even notice she had ran head long into some one. Shelby fell back onto the ground startled. She got up wiped her butt off and looked up to see who she had almost plowed over. It was a man, more a teenager with dark brown hair that was hanging down in his eyes because of the rain. His shirt clung tightly to his abs, and his sopping wet pants did him justice as well, Shelby noticed.
"I'm so sorry," the man said in a low gritty voice.
"Hey, it's no problem," Shelby said as best she could trying to make her way out of the rain once again.
"Umm, would you like to borrow my umbrella?"
Shelby looked at his soaked clothing. "If you have an umbrella why aren't you using it?"
The man laughed. "You guys don't do things the same way we do back home. Normally when it rains we go outside and play in it. I brought my umbrella just in case the head guy said something."
"You mean Peter?"
"Yeah, him."
"Are you a new student here or something?" Shelby asked confused. He looked a little older than her, but not old enough to be a counselor.
"Oh, I'm sorry, the rain must have muddled my manners. Hello, I'm Aubrey, I'm a Ridge Runner or something like that."
"Aubrey, umm, hi, I'm Shelby. I'm a Cliffhanger."
"Well, I bet you are," he said with a spark in his eye.
The rain continued to pour but Shelby didn't even notice. She looked around her, and felt a blush began to rise on her neck. "Where do you come from? I mean, I never met any one past six who like getting dirty in the rain."
"Dirty? No, the rain washes everything away. It's like nothing matters. And I'm from Texas."
"Texas, that's… nice."
"What? You thought all they had there were steers and queers?"
Shelby let out a nervous laugh. She couldn't tell he was from Texas by the accent. Of course, she guessed they probably didn't really talk like the people on Varsity Blues did. "No, no, I just. Umm, actually, I need to be going. I would like to borrow your umbrella, but I probably wouldn't be able to give it back to you for like a week or so."
"That's fine," he said. Then in a lightened tone. "I know I can't give it as good a home as it deserves. I'm just glad I know I'll be putting it in your able hands."
Shelby laughed and took the red umbrella from his outstretched arms. "Thanks, oh and don't worry, I'll be sure to take good care of it."
"I know you will," he said and walked off slowly. Shelby stood there for a minute before realizing what she was supposed to be getting her bags. She opened up the red umbrella even though she was already dowsed, and went towards her dorm.
When Shelby finally returned everyone was already in the car except for Scott. "Shel, if those were really heavy I would have gotten them for you. I mean look at you, you're soaking wet. Here," Scott said as he put his jacket around her. Then he took her bags and put them in the trunk of the luggage car.
"Thanks," Shelby said and climbed into the car.
"Shelby, what took you so long? I said ten minutes. And look at you, you're soaking," Peter said.
"It was raining, and I didn't want to slip and fall by hurrying. I'm so sorry captain."
"Shelby," Peter said in a condescending tone.
"Hey Peter, lay off. She's wet and we're all tired," Scott said climbing in after her.
Daisy complained about having to share a seat with one semi-wet person, and another dripping wet one. After a minute or two she layed off. But Shelby hadn't noticed all that much, she was too busy thinking about Aubrey. Finally she drifted off to sleep and woke up a few hours later. She had to squint to check the clock. It was noon, but judging by the sky you would think it was midnight. "I like watching you sleep," Scott said form next to her.
Shelby smiled. And Scott wrapped his arms around her as she snuggled into his chest. She stayed there in bliss. All thoughts of the mysterious Aubrey forgotten.
~*~*~*~
We would sleep to the glow of the exit sign,
Dream that the world was yours and mine,
Better run if you want shotgun,
The day was dark but it was all good and fun.
~*~*~*~
Author's Note: So, that's it so far. What did you think? Well, please review. All I am asking for is one. But, you know, more would make me want to post faster.
