A/N: Yay, it's time for chapter two!! Hopefully this will get less
confusing as time goes on, since it will come together soon. I wish I
could just have one big party where I can just show the movie to everyone
(although I understand why no one really saw it--- it was only out in
theatres for like 2 weeks and wasn't well advertised when it came to DVD,
but they do have it in Blockbuster!) but that's enough rambling! Onto notes
for my wonderful reviewers!
Trisket-n-gunther: thank you! Hope you keep reading! I'll try and r/r your stuff asap!
LilVickiRyan: Yep that's the Zit Remedy, the Degrassi band I talk about on my website! I feel sorry for Teej to, let's hope things get better for him! Stay tuned!
SammyKay: Yay! I'm glad you think its MARVELOUS! Lol, don't worry about being lost, you'll catch up soon. As for my other fic, I'm not sure where I'm posting it yet, but I'll let you know what I decide to do! Stay tuned!
Damson rhee: thank you, like I told SammyKay, I'm not sure—I'll probably repost, that is, if everyone is willing to read it under the R-rated section—stay tuned!
Depressed Sweden-Lover: thank you—I hope you find the movie and enjoy it! Keep reading!
LockDown: I speed read too, but only when it comes to my foreign policy book—Snorefest 101 right there! lol, I hope things work out for you and don't kill yourself—I'll miss you! Keep reading!
Kristin: glad you like it and I'll let you know what I decide to do asap! Stay tuned!
Mistress of Balmoral: thanks, it's great to be back! Keep reading!
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That evening, TJ sat on the L train, listening to his Billy Joel CD and going over the events of the day. Working with Ashley B. was going to whomp, he could tell. Ashley B. was still the same snobby girl she was back in school and took every opportunity to make his life a living hell. Every idea he came up with, Ashley had put down, making him feel like an idiot. He had finally gotten her to agree with one of his ideas, but he had a feeling that she was either going to take the credit for it or end up using one of her own ideas. TJ closed his eyes, his mind going over the events of the day and thinking about how much life seemed to whomp at that point. He continued to listen to his CD player, forgetting for a moment that he was on the train and began singing along to the music.
"Uptown girl, she' s my uptown girl I know that I'm in love with an uptown girl." he sang at the top of his lungs, standing up and beginning to dance. He looked around, noticing the strange looks he was getting from people and blushed when he realized what he was doing.
"Sorry," he apologized, his face the color of the baseball cap he used to wear as a child. He quickly took off his headphones and pretended to bury himself in work to avoid any further embarrassment.
"I can't get next to you," a sightly raspy yet feminine voice called. TJ looked up wondering who was talking to him.
"Um, what?" he asked, looking up and seeing a gorgeous Italian girl around his age standing before him. She was curvy and had long black hair and brown eyes. TJ thought she looked like someone he might have known in the past, but he wasn't quite sure.
"Uptown Girl is a great song, but I Can't Get Next to You by Al Green seems a little more appropriate right now," she said with a smile.
"And why is that?" TJ asked her, wondering exactly what this girl wanted from him.
"Because, I can't get next to you!" she told him with a giggle. TJ looked at his seat and noticed his briefcase sitting there, he quickly moved it and motioned for her to sit down.
"Cute performance, especially since I am a big fan of Billy Joel. I grew up on him, so I know his music from a mile away," the girl told him, sitting down. "He's playing at this club in a few weeks, but the tickets are sold out already!" The girl rolled her eyes. "It sucks,"
"Yeah it does," TJ said laughing slightly. There was just something about this girl, something different than the other girls he had dated in the past. "So what do you do, besides approach strange singing men on the train?" he asked her, hoping to learn more about her.
"I'm in law school, I want to work in family law one day. And what about you, singing boy, what do you do besides sing to strangers?"
"I work in advertising, right now I'm working on a Winger Dinger campaign for their fiftieth anniversary."
"So now when I eat Winger Dingers, I can think of you," the girl flirted, twirling her hair between her fingers.
"Yep, I hope so," TJ flirted back, realizing how easy it was to talk to this beautiful stranger. He paused for a moment, trying to think of something else to talk about. "What was the best and worst moment of your life?" he asked finally.
"OK, best moment was getting to attend my first Yankees game in NYC, and since I'm a Southern girl, it was a total dream come true. Worst moment was when they lost the 2003 World Series. I actually stayed home the next day because I was so depressed.
"So, you're a Yankees fan too! Tender!" TJ cried. "Ahh, the 2003 Series. I actually cried when they lost. I was so sure they were going to win, I even placed a bet on it with one of my buddies, and they lost! Worst twenty bucks I ever spent!"
"You cried?' she asked him with a smile. "Most guys don't admit that. but you did, that's cool of you."
"And I don't know why I did," TJ responded, suddenly feeling embarrassed. There was an awkward silence, and both young adults smiled at each other, not knowing what to say next.
"Next stop Conrad, next stop, Conrad!" the conductor boomed as the girl stood up.
"Well, that's my stop," she stood up and pulled her hair out from under her collar.
"Well what do you know, mine too," TJ stood up as well, not wanting to stop talking to this girl. In reality, his stop was the one after, but he figured he could spend the extra money and catch another train home. "Ladies first," TJ let her get off the train and followed her through the terminal. "Now what is one thing you would only tell a stranger?"
"Um, I like making paper airplanes," she said laughing. "It's stupid, I know, but my friends and I used to make them when I was little, and it always brings back some good memories. If you give me a piece of paper, I could show you my technique."
"Here you go," TJ reached into his bag and handed her the paper. He watched as she folded the paper expertly and walked up the terminal stairs. "I like to aim from here," she informed him as she sent the plane sailing across the room, where it landed in some random guy's afro.
The two burst out laughing. "Good airplane, but need to work on the landing," TJ teased.
"I know," she said with a laugh. "Now your turn to tell me something."
"OK, now you're gonna think I'm a nerd, but I can name all the presidents in order."
The girl's eyes widened with shock. "Washington, Adams, Jefferson, Madison, Monroe, Adams, Jackson, van Buren, Harrison, Tyler, Polk, Taylor, Fillmore, Pierce, Buchanan, Lincoln, Johnson....."
"Grant, Hayes, Garfield, Arthur, Harrison, Cleveland, McKinley, Roosevelt Taft," TJ joined in.
"Wilson, Harding, Coolidge, Hoover, Roosevelt, Truman, Eisenhower, Kennedy, Johnson, Nixon, Ford, Carter, Reagan, Bush, Clinton and Bush!" the two finished together laughing.
"Wow, I bet we are the only two people in the world that can do that at the same time," she said laughing.
"I think that you are right," TJ agreed as another silence fell between the two, both unsure of what to do next.
"Um, I have to catch my connecting train," she told him with a hint of disappointment in her voice.
"Well, it was a pleasure, um, commuting with you," TJ told her, unsure of what else to say.
"Um, well," she said, hoping he would ask for her number or something. When he remained silent, she realized that he had no such plans and tried to hide her disappointment, "Well bye," she called, walking over to her train.
"Bye," TJ called back, waving. He smiled, feeling happy that he had connected with someone so well. Too bad he was too chicken to ask for any contact information. It was just like back in fifth grade, when his best friend Spinelli announced that she was moving away. He had been too chicken to admit his crush on her at the time and let their friendship go after awhile, something he had always regretted. Come to think of it, there was something about this girl that reminded him of her. That same confident attitude, the same beautiful Italian looks. She was even wearing the same orange ski cap that Spinelli had worn back in the day. If he didn't know any better.......
"Hey wait a minute!" he said out loud. "Whomping Bubluar, that was Spinelli! It had to be! It was too coincidental for it not to have been her. and as usual, he had been a wuss and let her go. "Damn, Detweiler, you finally run into your old childhood crush after thirteen years, and you are too chicken to ask for her number, you are so stupid," he told himself, hitting his head with his fist.
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A/N: phew, that took a long time to write, but I was also watching this chapter of the movie on the DVD so I can make it more accurate. The rest of the fic won't be as carbon copy as this is, but the first two chapters had to be as close to the film as possible so you can all get a feel for what it was going to be like. So what is going to happen next? Will TJ ever see Spinelli again? how is he going to find her? Will he have the guts to talk to her if he does find her? Find out next time! Please r/r and remember my golden rule while doing so! Thank you and enjoy!
Trisket-n-gunther: thank you! Hope you keep reading! I'll try and r/r your stuff asap!
LilVickiRyan: Yep that's the Zit Remedy, the Degrassi band I talk about on my website! I feel sorry for Teej to, let's hope things get better for him! Stay tuned!
SammyKay: Yay! I'm glad you think its MARVELOUS! Lol, don't worry about being lost, you'll catch up soon. As for my other fic, I'm not sure where I'm posting it yet, but I'll let you know what I decide to do! Stay tuned!
Damson rhee: thank you, like I told SammyKay, I'm not sure—I'll probably repost, that is, if everyone is willing to read it under the R-rated section—stay tuned!
Depressed Sweden-Lover: thank you—I hope you find the movie and enjoy it! Keep reading!
LockDown: I speed read too, but only when it comes to my foreign policy book—Snorefest 101 right there! lol, I hope things work out for you and don't kill yourself—I'll miss you! Keep reading!
Kristin: glad you like it and I'll let you know what I decide to do asap! Stay tuned!
Mistress of Balmoral: thanks, it's great to be back! Keep reading!
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That evening, TJ sat on the L train, listening to his Billy Joel CD and going over the events of the day. Working with Ashley B. was going to whomp, he could tell. Ashley B. was still the same snobby girl she was back in school and took every opportunity to make his life a living hell. Every idea he came up with, Ashley had put down, making him feel like an idiot. He had finally gotten her to agree with one of his ideas, but he had a feeling that she was either going to take the credit for it or end up using one of her own ideas. TJ closed his eyes, his mind going over the events of the day and thinking about how much life seemed to whomp at that point. He continued to listen to his CD player, forgetting for a moment that he was on the train and began singing along to the music.
"Uptown girl, she' s my uptown girl I know that I'm in love with an uptown girl." he sang at the top of his lungs, standing up and beginning to dance. He looked around, noticing the strange looks he was getting from people and blushed when he realized what he was doing.
"Sorry," he apologized, his face the color of the baseball cap he used to wear as a child. He quickly took off his headphones and pretended to bury himself in work to avoid any further embarrassment.
"I can't get next to you," a sightly raspy yet feminine voice called. TJ looked up wondering who was talking to him.
"Um, what?" he asked, looking up and seeing a gorgeous Italian girl around his age standing before him. She was curvy and had long black hair and brown eyes. TJ thought she looked like someone he might have known in the past, but he wasn't quite sure.
"Uptown Girl is a great song, but I Can't Get Next to You by Al Green seems a little more appropriate right now," she said with a smile.
"And why is that?" TJ asked her, wondering exactly what this girl wanted from him.
"Because, I can't get next to you!" she told him with a giggle. TJ looked at his seat and noticed his briefcase sitting there, he quickly moved it and motioned for her to sit down.
"Cute performance, especially since I am a big fan of Billy Joel. I grew up on him, so I know his music from a mile away," the girl told him, sitting down. "He's playing at this club in a few weeks, but the tickets are sold out already!" The girl rolled her eyes. "It sucks,"
"Yeah it does," TJ said laughing slightly. There was just something about this girl, something different than the other girls he had dated in the past. "So what do you do, besides approach strange singing men on the train?" he asked her, hoping to learn more about her.
"I'm in law school, I want to work in family law one day. And what about you, singing boy, what do you do besides sing to strangers?"
"I work in advertising, right now I'm working on a Winger Dinger campaign for their fiftieth anniversary."
"So now when I eat Winger Dingers, I can think of you," the girl flirted, twirling her hair between her fingers.
"Yep, I hope so," TJ flirted back, realizing how easy it was to talk to this beautiful stranger. He paused for a moment, trying to think of something else to talk about. "What was the best and worst moment of your life?" he asked finally.
"OK, best moment was getting to attend my first Yankees game in NYC, and since I'm a Southern girl, it was a total dream come true. Worst moment was when they lost the 2003 World Series. I actually stayed home the next day because I was so depressed.
"So, you're a Yankees fan too! Tender!" TJ cried. "Ahh, the 2003 Series. I actually cried when they lost. I was so sure they were going to win, I even placed a bet on it with one of my buddies, and they lost! Worst twenty bucks I ever spent!"
"You cried?' she asked him with a smile. "Most guys don't admit that. but you did, that's cool of you."
"And I don't know why I did," TJ responded, suddenly feeling embarrassed. There was an awkward silence, and both young adults smiled at each other, not knowing what to say next.
"Next stop Conrad, next stop, Conrad!" the conductor boomed as the girl stood up.
"Well, that's my stop," she stood up and pulled her hair out from under her collar.
"Well what do you know, mine too," TJ stood up as well, not wanting to stop talking to this girl. In reality, his stop was the one after, but he figured he could spend the extra money and catch another train home. "Ladies first," TJ let her get off the train and followed her through the terminal. "Now what is one thing you would only tell a stranger?"
"Um, I like making paper airplanes," she said laughing. "It's stupid, I know, but my friends and I used to make them when I was little, and it always brings back some good memories. If you give me a piece of paper, I could show you my technique."
"Here you go," TJ reached into his bag and handed her the paper. He watched as she folded the paper expertly and walked up the terminal stairs. "I like to aim from here," she informed him as she sent the plane sailing across the room, where it landed in some random guy's afro.
The two burst out laughing. "Good airplane, but need to work on the landing," TJ teased.
"I know," she said with a laugh. "Now your turn to tell me something."
"OK, now you're gonna think I'm a nerd, but I can name all the presidents in order."
The girl's eyes widened with shock. "Washington, Adams, Jefferson, Madison, Monroe, Adams, Jackson, van Buren, Harrison, Tyler, Polk, Taylor, Fillmore, Pierce, Buchanan, Lincoln, Johnson....."
"Grant, Hayes, Garfield, Arthur, Harrison, Cleveland, McKinley, Roosevelt Taft," TJ joined in.
"Wilson, Harding, Coolidge, Hoover, Roosevelt, Truman, Eisenhower, Kennedy, Johnson, Nixon, Ford, Carter, Reagan, Bush, Clinton and Bush!" the two finished together laughing.
"Wow, I bet we are the only two people in the world that can do that at the same time," she said laughing.
"I think that you are right," TJ agreed as another silence fell between the two, both unsure of what to do next.
"Um, I have to catch my connecting train," she told him with a hint of disappointment in her voice.
"Well, it was a pleasure, um, commuting with you," TJ told her, unsure of what else to say.
"Um, well," she said, hoping he would ask for her number or something. When he remained silent, she realized that he had no such plans and tried to hide her disappointment, "Well bye," she called, walking over to her train.
"Bye," TJ called back, waving. He smiled, feeling happy that he had connected with someone so well. Too bad he was too chicken to ask for any contact information. It was just like back in fifth grade, when his best friend Spinelli announced that she was moving away. He had been too chicken to admit his crush on her at the time and let their friendship go after awhile, something he had always regretted. Come to think of it, there was something about this girl that reminded him of her. That same confident attitude, the same beautiful Italian looks. She was even wearing the same orange ski cap that Spinelli had worn back in the day. If he didn't know any better.......
"Hey wait a minute!" he said out loud. "Whomping Bubluar, that was Spinelli! It had to be! It was too coincidental for it not to have been her. and as usual, he had been a wuss and let her go. "Damn, Detweiler, you finally run into your old childhood crush after thirteen years, and you are too chicken to ask for her number, you are so stupid," he told himself, hitting his head with his fist.
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A/N: phew, that took a long time to write, but I was also watching this chapter of the movie on the DVD so I can make it more accurate. The rest of the fic won't be as carbon copy as this is, but the first two chapters had to be as close to the film as possible so you can all get a feel for what it was going to be like. So what is going to happen next? Will TJ ever see Spinelli again? how is he going to find her? Will he have the guts to talk to her if he does find her? Find out next time! Please r/r and remember my golden rule while doing so! Thank you and enjoy!