Disclaimer- I don't own RFR. Get the point! If I did, I promise you it would be on 8 pm insted of 4 am!

A/N-I only know Torpedo from that epi when Travis kicked Robbie's butt in it, so don't blame me for my lack of details. Besides that, enjoy!

11/24/04

OK, I haven't said anything in a while (if two days is a while) but I had reason. Work, lots of it. Since Thanksgiving's tomorrow, I have take homes to deal with. To my mom, that means doing them NOW! Ay-yi-yi! Anyway, I'm done, so here's what's up. The last time I checked up on you, we were on a lovely trip to Mickey's (Which I'm surprised I found without getting lost!) hearing the musical stylings of Ed and Ted. Let's be honest, they may be my new friends, but they can't sing. Still it was funny. Then Parker and the crew came, and I had to hide you. Here's what you missed: as I was putting you away, Parker walked over, and asked if that was homework, since I look like a work-a-holic.

"Nope, girl. Just some letters to my buddies."

"Don't we have e-mail for that?"

"Yes, but I'm old-school. Plus, my handwriting's pretty."

"What about mine? Mine is pretty."

"I never said it wasn't. I just said my writing's cute."

"Fine. Oh, your dream man's here."

"Who? Santa?" OK, I knew who she was talking about, but I wouldn't admit it. I have my pride, gosh darn it!

"I'll tell you if you give me a pudding cup."

"Dude, does it look like I have any on me?"

"Nope, but I could ask, can I?"

"You can, I'm so sorry buddy. Who is it?" Before she could answer, Robbie came over.

"Hey Dana. What's up?"

"Nothing, man. Robbie, how are you?" The look on Parker's face was priceless, just priceless. She knew I liked him and every awkward conversation we have was her entertainment. Mean! She wouldn't snitch, though. It seems unlike her.

"Just hanging out. How did you find this place?"

"I had help from a couple of buds."

"You made friends without me?" Parker interjected.

"Yep. Sorry, girl."

"It's ok. Who are these mystery friends of yours?" she said. I pointed on stage, and the looks were priceless…again.

"Ed and Ted?" Robbie said, shocked.

"Yeppers, playa." I said, grinning.

"Cool." He simply said, smiling back. Then everyone else plied over me and we all had one mashed up conversation. I really felt like I was part of the group, instead of a newbie just sitting there, watching them like they were a TV show. I won't share all, because it would take forever!

Now, what's up with me today? It was Torpedo Battle Time! Yep, I took Robbie on in the ultimate challenge. We remember the time I told him we should play a game together (trying to get a date that way too, but failed miserably) and he agreed. He tapped me on the shoulder early this morning while I was messing with my locker…again. I got spooked and screamed a bit.

"You don't do that to a girl!" I said, catching my breath.

"I'm sorry. You ok?"

"Yes, spookfest! Anyway, what's up?"

"I wanted to take you up on your offer on the game…if you want to."

"Oh, I do, as long as you're ready to lose."

"Fine. You and me at the gym this afternoon."

"I'm in. Just remember, I'm not only good, I'm crazy good."

"Don't doubt me, either."

"I'm not. I'll see you on the court, OK?" I said before closing my locker door and walking away with a wink. Yeah, flirty Dana is back!

Classes, lunch and lots of stuff later, it was time! I was smart to have a change of clothes- just of case, of course- so I was ready. Soon, I was in my red track pants, with the two strips on the sides, and my pink "Superstar" t-shirt, my K-Swiss red sneaks, just to be fresh and walked into the gym to see I had my own little cheering section waiting for me. When I mean little, I mean Just Ed and Ted, and Parker. I mean, Ray and Lily and Travis were there too, but they did have to root for my competition (yeah right!). It's only fair.

"Go Dana!" Parker yelled.

"D to the A to the N to the A!" Ed and Ted were cheering. Male cheerleaders…quaint.

Lily pulled my arm over and whispered to me, "If you beat Robbie, which I hope you do, he might take it a little bad."

"Thanks for the warning." I said, grinning. Then my eyes laid on him… with a wifebeater…OK, stop drooling. He was…HOT! OK, I'll stop. I'll get to the action. We trash-talked, and then we fought. I had good aim, he had good aim. Points racked up, with him starting it off, but I got back, handling that ball like I was MJ…of Torpedo.

"10 points for Monroe! Dana is really taking it to the wall!" Ray said in his announcer voice.

Robbie didn't like that, so he started to be tough on me, but I could handle it. We were going for 25 points, and it was a good game. He was good, I'll say it now. I was better though! Yep, with the last point…I won! Was Lily right about Robbie's sore loser syndrome? Guess not- he took it quite well, maybe because-

I was a girl, and yelling at girls are not nice, or,

I was real competition, or,

I looked cute!

Ding-Ding-Ding! We have ourselves a winner! I was cute, duh! OK, enough about my hotness, and more about the game. Hugs, hugs, hive-fives, and hugs (If you must know, yep, He gave me one too!) were everywhere.

"Well, I'm surprised. You…"

"Beat me? Oh, I took the words from your mouth, along with the victory. It's good being me!" There's that wit again, or is it the winning speaking? He hugged me again and told me we should do this more often, when he doesn't let me win. Males- can't live with them, never want to live without them, especially if he is as sweet, funny, cool, and hot and amazing…I'll stop, OK? No more Robbie for a few lines, ok? After the game, my husband (OK, broke my promise, and getting way ahead of myself) and the gang had to leave, so it was just me, Parker, Ed and Ted.

"Mickey's for the true diva of Torpedo!" Parker cheered, grabbing her bag.

"Yes, homie, you're off the chain." Ted said.

"Guys, I have so much to teach you." I said, laughing, getting my stuff and walking out with my friends.

It was cool there. Ed and Ted enlightened me on their favorite radio show, Radio Free Roscoe, and I actually listened to it today. It was cool. Right now I could totally relate with Pronto and Question Mark. I wonder a lot, and Pronto totally have my humor. Too bad Shady Lane doesn't understand, since it seems she hits him…a lot. Violence! Smog doesn't talk much, but when he does…he's one deep brother. I give them a lot of props for doing what they do in their young age. Well, I had to leave early after listening with my people, but not before seeing Robbie (in a shirt, sadly…) when I was walking out.

"Leaving already? I was going to buy you a drink, Miss. Winner."

"Do it another time, I have to start on dinner. I'll talk to you later, ok?"

"Sure. You have my number, right?" NO! I don't! YAY! Winning's fun.

"Nope…I don't, and you don't have mine. Strange." I said, smiling. Forget being cool, I was happy!

"No, I do not. Should I?" he said, smiling too.

"Yeah, maybe. Give me yours first." I said, handing over my phone. He gave me his and in a matter of minutes, we got each other's digits. Yeah, boy, Dana Monroe's back in the game. I said bye and went home to help mom make her lovely dinner.

Good thing we have family in Canada, because there is no way I'm going to be alone with David, mom and dad. I love my 'rents, but not my brother! Cousin Jimmy's coming with the clan, and it's going to be awesome. He's one of my fave cousins. Everytime he visited, we went everywhere in the city, and I guess he owes me some tours too. I'll have to stop it now, its 11 and I haven't even called Robbie yet! I'll give details later.

From the queen of Torpedo,

Dana

11/25/04- 12:35 A.M.

Hey, I promised details about the phone call, so here goes…

(This takes place in my room, the door locked so my mom and dad wouldn't interfere! Nosy, nosy!)

R- Hello?

D- It's me, Dana. Is this a good time?

R- It's fine. What's up?

D- Just wanted to see if you didn't slip me a bad number.

R- I wouldn't do that.

D- Cool. Anyway, what happened when I left?

R- Not much. We just talked about stuff…and about how bad you beat me.

D-Damn right I did!

R-Don't show off! Anyway, I could guess why you left though.

D-Thanksgiving. It's tradition in my family.

R- Is it going to be between your family?

D-Nope. We actually have family in Canada. They are pretty cool.

R-Lucky you.

D- How about you?

R- Just me, my mom and lots of cousins and aunts.

D- No dad?

R- He won't make it. My parents are divorced.

D- Wow. I didn't know that about you.

R- There's a lot about me you don't know.

D-Me too. Anything you like to know?

R- Um…How did you learn to play like that?

D- My best friend taught me. He's better than me!

R- I have another question.

D-Shoot.

R- On the first day, were you looking at me?

D-Um…Be more specific, please!

R- Before you fell…

D-Damn! Busted…but you looked back, and you smiled.

R- You're right, I looked back. I should've warned you about Parker.

D- But I made a new friend that way, so thanks.

R- No problem. Anything you want to know about me, since I'm asked stuff about you?

D- Why are you up this late, sir?

R- I should be asking you that, but since you asked, I was just reading something.

D- What?

R- "The Hitchhiker's Guide to The Galaxy."

D- I love that book! You saw the movie?

R- Yeah! I'm surprised you read this. No one else I knew read it.

D- Well, now you know someone who did.

R- I guess I do, do I? Why are you up so late?

D- I helped my mom, and three aunts in the kitchen. I'm tired as heck.

R- But you got the energy to call me, right?

D- Yeah, I did, but you're nice to talk to.

R- You too. Why did you move anyway?

D- Didn't I answer that question on my first day?

R- Nope, I remember.

D- Oh. I didn't…weird. Anyway, my dad got a transfer, so here we are.

R- That's all?

D- I'm boring, you should expect this!

R-No, you're not. You're funny to me.

D-Funny 'ha-ha' or funny 'weirdo'?

R-Funny 'interesting'.

D-It's because I'm a city kid, right?

R- A little.

D- What else?

R- You seem so shy, but you're funny, and smart, and driven...

D-Flatter me, I insist!

R- You're just cool, that's all.

D-Plus, I can kick you butt in Torpedo!

R-I let you win!

D-Liar! I won, fair and square.

R-I'll let you say that, ok?

D-Good boy.

R- Oh, I'm a dog now?

D-I kid, I kid! You're too nice to be a dog.

R-Better. Dang!

D- What?

R-It's midnight.

D-So? No school!

R- Oh, so you can afford to talk to me longer?

D- Yeah, I can.

R- Perfect.

I'll leave it at that…We talked about our favorite food, movies, family, family, school, Cougar Radio (which he doesn't like, and I don't pay attention to) and each other. He's a sweetie. He promised he'll call me next time, so I'm awaiting his call, and I need some sleep…bye!

From Lullaby Land,

Dana