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A/N-Okay, a few people asked why Niles and Frasier were both invited to the reunion. Now, don't think that I didn't put that into consideration before writing this story...the answer to that question will be in this chapter. Oh, and merci beaucoup for all of the reviews.
Chapter Two-A Convincing Suggestion
"I can't believe that you two don't want to go to your own high school reunion," said Martin, shaking his head. "I would jump at the chance to see my old buddies again."
"Well, Dad, I'll arrange that for you. How does that sound?" remarked Frasier, sarcastically.
Martin rolled his eyes at his son. "You know what I mean," he groaned. "Why don't you guys at least consider it?"
"Why don't you consider it, Dad?" asked Niles. "Think about it; reliving the days of utter torment from my classmates. I don't think I could take it if I heard the name 'Jocko' again." Niles shuddered slightly. "Especially if it ends up with a mouthful of water and sitting on the floor of the girl's bathroom."
"That happened?! By whom?" asked Daphne, putting her arm around her husband's shoulders.
"Oh, someone you don't know," said Niles, a faint pink flushing into his cheeks.
"Oh, come on...it can't be that bad."
"I don't want to."
"Niles, if you tell me, I'll stop trying to convince you to go to the reunion." Daphne gave Niles a "puppy-dog face," pleading him to tell her.
"I don't know why you care so much, but...alright. It was...Megan Hamilton."
"'Megan'?" repeated Daphne, biting her lip to keep from laughing out loud. "Please tell me that's some nickname for, oh, I don't know...Meganono."
"No, it isn't...it was just Megan." Niles looked at the faces staring at him, all of which were obviously trying not to laugh. "It's not as amusing as it may seem. She was a six-foot tall beast! Her arms were twice as thick as a can of beets, and her eyes screamed 'Die, Crane, die!'"
"Now, Niles...it's nothing to be...ashamed about," giggled Daphne. "I'm sure that there were many other boys who were hauled into the girl's bathroom by a girl, shoved into the toilet, and left there to dry...you simply didn't know about them."
"I wasn't 'hauled' into the bathroom, Daphne," said Niles, defensively. "I was in the bathroom in the first place because I thought that she wouldn't find me in there, but she did. That was the moment I discovered that she was a girl, and not some boy with a mullet."
Daphne continued to giggle, shaking her head. "Was that so hard, Niles?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, it was. I had whiplash for days after the bathroom incident."
"No, I mean telling me about it."
"Oh, no...no it wasn't." Niles smiled. "I feel like I got something off of my chest...hey, would you like to hear about more of my past miseries?!" he shouted, his smile fading.
"Be careful, Niles, or Daphne'll chase you into the bathroom and make you relive Megan's torment," teased Frasier, grinning.
"Oh, shut up, Frasier. I seem to remember a little incident you had in eighth grade," said Niles, smiling menacingly.
Frasier's eyes grew wide. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said, turning away.
"Oh, I think you do," said Niles, standing up and moving behind his older brother. "Wasn't his name 'Jacob'?"
"Well, at least it was a boy!" snapped Frasier, harshly.
"At least mine was in my grade!" replied Niles, just as harsh, but with a hint of amusement in his voice.
"What does he mean?" asked Martin. "Did an older boy pick on you, Fras?"
"Oh no," replied Niles. "It wasn't an older boy." His smile grew wider. "I believe you were, how old, Frasier? Thirteen, fourteen? Well, I seem to remember Jacob being about nine or ten."
"What?" asked Martin, a smile appearing on his face as well. "A nine-year-old attacked you?!" He quickly took a swallow of beer to keep from bursting out laughing.
"He was TEN!" yelled Frasier.
"Yeah, well, that didn't stop him from covering you in paste and pushing you onto the sand volleyball court." Niles laughed at the memory. "I am so glad that I decided to go over to the volleyball court to read Moby Dick during my lunch period. I wouldn't give this memory up for anything!"
Daphne returned from the kitchen, where she had been for the past few seconds, obviously trying to conceal her amusement. "I'm so sorry, Frasier," she said, laughter showing clearly in her eyes.
"Well, I suppose now you understand why we don't want to go to this reunion."
"Yes, son, we understand...but why were you both invited at the same time?"
"Well..." Frasier picked up his invitation and looked it over. "Oh, I understand...it says that each week this month, a different decade is being invited for a reunion. Since our school was started in the sixties, last Saturday was the graduates from the 1960's, this week are the graduates from the 1970's, next week are the graduates from the 1980's, and so on..."
Martin nodded. "Why are they doing that?"
"My guess would be that they're running low on money, and need to buy a limited amount of food, and this was the easiest way...but that's just a theory."
"I wouldn't be surprised, considering how much it cost for you two to go there," said Martin, sarcastically. "But I still think that you boys should go."
"Dad, were you not paying attention to our stories of pain and hurting?" asked Niles.
"Yeah...you were attacked by some female version of The Rock, and Frasier was attacked by some little boy who was too quick for him."
"He was rather fast," interrupted Frasier, nodding.
"The point is, it's all in the past, as in 'a time when you were teenagers,' as were the bullies...except for Frasier's bully, of course."
Niles stifled a laugh, taking a sip of sherry. "Good times, good times," he murmured.
"But this would be a great chance to show them up for what they did to you. Frasier, you can go up to that boy Jacob and say 'You may have glued and sanded me a few decades ago, but I was a voice on the radio.' And Niles, you can find that Megan girl and say 'Oh, hello, aren't you the girl who gave me a swirly in the girl's bathroom? Well, I have an IQ of 156 and I've been married three times (*thanks TVStoryGirl538*), so obviously that torment didn't affect my intelligence or my love life.'"
Frasier and Niles smiled. "You know, that would be a wonderful experience," said Frasier.
"I know...unless Megan is still as big and scary as she was in ninth grade," said Niles, nervously.
"And if Jacob is still as fast and sly as he was when he was ten, I don't think I'll stand a chance against him."
"Oh, geez, just go and don't worry about what they might be like," groaned Martin.
"You know what, I am going to go," said Frasier, proudly. "I'll show those delinquents what I've become."
"Yes, bald and proud," said Niles, smiling. At Frasier's glare, he recoiled. "I'm just kidding, but I' m going to go as well. Are you happy now, Daphne, Dad?"
"Yes, sweetie, and I think we'll have a great time," said Daphne, giving Niles a hug.
"I think you're making the right decision, boys," said Martin. "There's nothing better than the feeling of revenge...but don't do anything stupid, like mentioning the restaurant idea you two had...or trying to go into practice together. That'll just end badly."
"Dad, will you ever get over those few mishaps? Besides, you have to admit, they were good ideas to begin with."
"No, they weren't. They were stupid ideas to begin with, and thinking that they were good ideas now is almost as stupid."
Frasier rolled his eyes and turned to Niles, raising his glass. "To showing up all of those people who found it amusing to reticule us." They clinked their glasses together and took a sip.
To Be Continued...
A/N-Did that clear up the questions? I probably should've mentioned how it was going to work out in the first chapter but, smart me, I didn't. Well, review please!!