A/N: Sorry to have forgot this earlier. I do not create the Rugrats character. Klasky-Csupo did. I am simply using the characters. I have created Marina and the other unfamiliar high school students. Also, I have never watched an episode of Rugrats All Grown Up since the one many years ago when they first made the gang older and they all went to a concert. So, I'm sorry if I write anything that doesn't fit with how the story has gone. I was just inspired to take cartoon characters--ones that I used to love when I was a little girl--and romantically involve them. Reviews are always appreciated.

Chapter 2

For the rest of the day, Chuckie couldn't concentrate on the school work. He tried hard, but was only able to write down the work that was to be completed. His mind was on seeing Marina again, and all of his friends noticed. It was unlikely for Chuckie to be so distracted. Kimi caught him in the hallway after the dismissal bell and asked, "What's going on, Chuckie?"

"Nothing, Kimi, why?"

"You aren't acting normal today. Does it have something to do with Marina? I saw her talking to you."

Chuckie knew he was blushing, but he had to pretend he wasn't. "Nah, it's not her."

Kimi's eyebrows furrowed. "Chuckie, she's not any good. She's after something."

Chuckie sighed. "Look, she's not going to do anything, Kimi. She's just going to stop by while I'm at work tomorrow."

Kimi shook her head. "I still don't like it."

Chuckie gathered up his books and stuffed them into his backpack. He slung it over one shoulder and shut his locker door. Kimi did the same. "You're working right after school, right?"

"Yea." Chuckie said trying not to sound different from any other day, even if he was experiencing a day unlike the others.

Kimi nodded. "I'll catch a ride with Tommy or Phil," she told him.

Chuckie glanced at her. "Why not ride with Lil?"

"She's got to meet her boyfriend after school."

"Oh." Chuckie replied. "Who is she going with again?"

"Some guy from another high school." Kimi replied pushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

Chuckie began walking. "Well, I'll see you at home later, sis," he called out to her.

Kimi nodded and watched her brother walk off before she gave an angry sigh. She raced towards Tommy and Phil's lockers. She had to have a ride home, so she had to catch one of them before they high-tailed it out of that five-day-a-week-hell. She silently prayed that she hadn't lollygagged around talking to Chuckie for too long. But at the sight of Phil's skater clothes, she knew she hadn't missed them.

Tommy saw her before Phil because Phil had his back to Kimi, but he turned to see what Tommy was looking at. He saw Kimi running up, and fought the urge to watch her bounce as she ran. "Hey, Chick," he called out to her.

Kimi slowed her run to a stride as she neared the two childhood friends. "Hey, jack-off," she playfully shot back.

Tommy laughed and replied, "Ooh, burn," as he shoved Phil.

Phil pushed Tommy back and turned to Kimi. "Betcha need a ride cause brother has to work."

Kimi sighed. "Yea," she replied dully. "My car still won't run." Her car had lost a spark plug and wouldn't run correctly.

"There's still the offer for me to fix it." Phil said in an sing-song voice.

"No thanks, Phil, I'd like the car to stay in one piece." Kimi laughed.

Phil furrowed his eyebrows. "Hey, I fix my truck all the time."

"I didn't say you don't." Kimi replied.

Tommy cut into the conversation. "Hey, I hate to have to do this, but I've got to split. I'm meeting up with Rachel at the café." Rachel was Tommy's girlfriend of about a week.

Kimi sighed and looked up at Phil, who stared down at her with a smirk on his face. "What," she asked him.

Phil jerked his head to the right to get his bangs out of his eyes. His skater hair-cut always got in the way when he was trying to stare down someone. "Nothing; it just seems you have to ride with me, chick."

"Apparently."

"You don't sound thrilled." Phil said mocking being offended.

Kimi smiled; she couldn't help it. She adjusted her pale blue jacket so that her black tank top was covered. "Are you gonna help me or not, Phillip?"

Phil scrunched his face up at his full first name. "Only if you don't call me that again."

Kimi started to do it again just because he'd opposed of it, but she figured she wouldn't upset her only ride home. "All right," she told him.

Phil held his arm out for her to wrap her arms around, like ladies do to a gentleman, but Kimi just shook her head while smiling. "Come on, Deville, I really don't have all day."

"Ooh, what you have somewhere to go this Friday night?" Phil asked getting rather nosy.

Kimi sighed and shook her head. "Seems that I'm the only one who doesn't," she said glumly.

Phil gave a weak smile. "Well, not the only one."

"You don't have plans either?"

Phil shook his head. "Nope, I guess I'll just go home and jam on my guitar."

Kimi looked up at Phil. She had to admit that Phil was one of the better-looking guys in the senior class. She adored the messy, skater hair and his pale blue, nearly gray eyes. Of course, no one knew but her journal, but there was a sexual attraction there. His rock n' roll band tee-shirts and roughed-up jeans also made her heart flip-flop. Also, Phil's ability to rock out on guitar was a "doable" prospect. That, too, only her journal knew.

"Want to hang out at my house. Usually, I'm the only one there, unless Lil and that guy," Phil rolled his eyes, "show up."

Kimi shrugged and thought, 'What else do I have to do with my time?' "Sure," she told Phil. "But, I'll have to call home and let them know."

Phil pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and handed it to her. Kimi smiled and graciously accepted his phone to call her parents.