Author's Note: This is my first story. And it'll be really, REALLY stupid, so bear with me here.
Disclaimer: Don't own Rugrats. If only I did, I wouldn't have to type out a boring disclaimer stating that I don't own them. And I don't. I wish I did. ;)
The Story Behind Fear of Falling
5:00 a.m. (Tommy's p.o.v.)
I got up out of my bed. I've been living in a trailer for the past week, shooting the All Grown Up episode "Fear of Falling." I'm too lazy to read ahead in the script, just play along with what the writers make me do. Unfortunately, we hadn't been doing any actual shooting yet, just rehearsals. I groggily walked into the cramped bathroom and took a (cold) shower. Putting on my clothes for the day, I nearly fell out of the door. Surprisingly, it was nearly light out. My best friend, Chuckie Finster, had the trailer next to me. I smiled to myself as I glanced in his window to see that he was still asleep. Across from mine were two small trailers belonging to Phil and Lil Deville. I tore my eyes away from Lil's and focused on walking to the studio. Behind me, I heard footsteps running.
"Tommy, have you read this script?"
It was my cousin, Angelica Pickles. When she threw me the script, it hit me in the face, then fell into my hands. She looked intently at my face as I paged through it.
"Yeah...so?"
"Fine, be that way. But don't come crying to me when Olivia comes in."
Ewww...Olivia. I hate her. Her voice reminded me of some ugly man, and she had no sense of style whatsoever. And meanwhile, in reality...
"You know you got up way too early."
"So?"
"So...aren't you going to go back to bed until 7:30, when you REALLY need to get up?"
"Not a bad idea, Angelica. Thanks."
I shoved the script back into her hands and ran back to my trailer.
7:30 a.m.
Why me? I was just having a glorious dream about...uh...(aw, forget it, you'll find out in due time) when I heard noise coming from Chuckie's trailer.
"WOAHHH!" (crash) "Hey Tommy! A little help here?"
I smiled and went next door.
"What happened?"
"I fell out the wrong side of the bed. Now I'll be unlucky all day."
"Chuckie, you're just being superstitious."
"Maybe so, but I won't be taking chances."
I helped him up and ran outside towards the studio.
8:22 a.m. (Lil's p.o.v.)
I nervously chewed on my streak of yellow hair, pacing back and forth. I'm like the rest of my friends. Too lazy to read any scripts, just do whatever my producers tell me to. I've been embarrassing myself on camera a lot, though. Tweenage Tycoons, for example? It wasn't in the script for me to wink at Tommy. I just did. Why? I'm hopeless. Today was the first day of shooting. One of the cameras broke, so we were all just on the set, being bored. I guess it was just one of those things that happened. The black face paint I was wearing for the scene was beginning to smudge off. I had barely saved myself from a concussion during the mountain man scene, as I had ad-libbed the rest of the line: "I claim the mountain!...and a possible concussion."
1:56 p.m. (Tommy's p.o.v.)
I read another part of the script. The camera crew was setting up the lighting. I sat on the balcony where the telescope was, near the mountain. Olivia was inside. I began to get uncomfortable, as I now know that I'm supposed to have a crush on her. As if! I mentally slapped myself, repeating in my thoughts, "Why did I sign that contract? GOSH! I'm an idiot."
"ACTION!"
As the script read, I looked through the telescope, then swiveled it around to look at Olivia. She waved back. I thought I was going to puke. Later, she walked up to me. Why me, Lord? WHY ME?
"Hi, Tommy!"
"Um...hi?"
"Why are you so nervous?"
"Nervous? Me? I'm not nervous. Just...go away...please?"
"Well, you better get ready for Thursday, we're filming the scene with the kiss!"
"Eh...the WHAT?"
No way. They wouldn't make me do this. Kiss her? Why not Lil? Why Olivia? WHY?
A/N: See, told you it was dumb. Please, PLEASE review, I need feedback.
