Ying and Yang Chapter 3: Lil POV, a rugrats/all grown up! fanfic

Hey CT here with the third chapter. Wow three… one less than four but on the plus side one more than two!

Shadow: Yeah it's about time you reviewed, so much for friends. Jk, Jk

Coco Puff: Writers block huh? You'll think of something…. Eventually…. Yeah thanks for reading though.

T/l Fan: Yeah Lil doing her POV right now.

I don't own any song I use. But I'll say this, I own Rug rats! Ha what are you going to do about that? Ok enough talk, lets get on with the story.

Ying and Yang

By Cold Toenails

3-6-05

Lil POV-

I was sitting up in my room with Emma. We were playing Ashlee Simpson (A/n grr I hate her!) to drown out Phil's music. "You're brother plays the most depressing songs," Emma said painting my toenails a tint of pink.

"I know," I said nodding in agreement, "it gets annoying sometimes. I mean why does he even want to listen to that kind of music?" Emma shook her head. While she finished my nails we gossiped about people at school and such.

My phone rang. I got up to answer it, trying not to get any nail polish on my carpet. "Hello Lil speaking. Who is this?" I asked.

"Hey it's Tommy," the voice said.

I smiled. "Oh hi Tommy," I said. I heard him say something else but it was hard to hear over Phil's band. "Hang on," I told him. I covered the talking end of the phone. "Phil quiet down! I'm on the phone!" I yelled, but they ignored it. I sighed. "Sorry Tommy, it's kinda loud here."

"What's going on?"

"Phil and his friends are having band practice."

"Really are they any good?"

"Uh I don't know, I'm not really into the music that they play," I said.

"Well I was bored I'll just call you back later when things quiet down. Ok?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'll talk to you later," I said, "bye."

"Bye." He hung up. I hung up the phone angrily. I turned to Emma. "I'll be right back. I just need to talk to my brother," I told her stomping out of my room. I walked to the garage, ready to chew out Phil. "Phil!" I said with anger in my voice. But I stopped when I saw Dad yelling at him already. Phil didn't look upset though. It looked like his friends and him were about to brake down in laughter.

I decided to come to his rescue. "Dad," I said. He stopped. "Yes Lil?"

I paused to think of something. "Can Emma stay for dinner?" I asked him. I gave him a 'perfect daughter' smile.

"Of course," he said. I looked at Phil to see if he was grateful for my rescue attempt. But he looked mad instead. "Then I'm leaving." he was about to go but he was stopped by Dad.

"No you will stay here and be polite to our guest. Now go to your room! Wait till y our mother hears about what you have caused."

He stalked back to his room. "I didn't do anything," I heard him say. 'Oh no I just mad him madder,' I thought. Some one coughed from the doorway. It was Emma. "Oh you're staying for dinner," I told her.

"Ok let me just call my mom quick," she said. "Where the phone?" I pointed to the direction to the phone, and she left to make her call. I walked to Phil's room to make sure he was all right. I opened the door. "What do you want?" he asked roughly.

"I just cam to make sure you were alright. God you don't have to be such jerk," I said rolling my eyes.

"You never cared before and I don't know whom you should start now," he said lying back on his bed, placing his arms behind his head. "Oh and will you turn your music down. It's killer on the ears."

"It's Ashlee Simpson and she rocks!" I said, "How can you not like her songs."

"It's kinda hard not to," he said smiling, "Really turn that thing off."

"No," I said folding my arms.

His face turned serious. "Then I'll just have to fight back." He walked over and look through his CDs. I turned on my heel and left. "Jerk!" I yelled before leaving.

"Prep!" I heard him yell back. I went back to my room. Emma was already they're lying on my bed flipping through a magazine. "What's up? You look mad?" she said looking up from the magazine.

I sighed. "Nothing. Phil is just so annoying. And he doesn't like Ashlee Simpson." Emma gasped covering her hand with her mouth. "Yeah I know. He said to turn it down. I told him no, so he said he was going to fight back. What do you think that means?"

"I have no clue," she said. We started flipping through fashion magazines talking about what we want to buy out of them. But then we were interrupted by a loud sound.

So am I still waiting
For this world to stop hating
Can't find a good reason
Can't find hope to believe in

Drop dead
A bullet to my head
Your words are like a gun in hand
You can't change the state of the nation
We just need some motivation

These eyes
Have seen no conviction
Just lies and more contradiction
So tell me what would you say
I'd say it's time too late...

"Phil!" I yelled. "Turn that down." He didn't turn it down.

"What should we do?" Emma asked now sitting up.

"Fight back," I said turning to the volume notch on my stereo.

You can dress me up in diamonds
You can dress me up in dirt
You can throw me like a line-man
I like it better when it hurts

Oh, I have waited here for you
I have waited

You make me wanna la la
in the kitchen on the floor
I'll be your French maid
Where I'll meet you at the door
I'm like an alley cat
Drink the milk up I want more
You make me wanna
You make me wanna scream

But Phil only played his music louder.

So am I still waiting
For this world to stop hating
Can't find a good reason
Can't find hope to believe in

Ignorance
And understanding
We're the first ones to jump in line
Out of step for what we believe in
But who's left to stop the bleeding

How far
Will we take this
It's not hard to see through the fakeness
So tell me what would you say
I'd say it's time too late

I growled in my state of anger. "Lil are you ok?" Emma asked. I turned the notch again.

You can meet me on an airplane
Or in the back of the bus
You can throw me like a boom-a-rang
I'll come back and beat you up

Oh, I have waited here for you
Don't, keep me waiting

You make me wanna la la
in the kitchen on the floor
I'll be your French maid
Where I'll meet you at the door
I'm like an alley cat
Drink the milk up I want more
You make me wanna

It was no use. Phil just played louder.

This can't last forever
Time won't make things better
I feel so alone
Can't help myself
And no one knows
If this is worthless, tell me so

What have we done
with a war that can't be won
This can't be real
Cause I don't know what to feel

Chorus:
So am I still waiting
For this world to stop hating
Can't find a good reason
Can't find hope to believe

So am I still waiting
For this world to stop hating
Can't find a good reason
For this world to BELIEVE

I played mine louder too.

I feel safe with you
I can be myself tonight
It's alright, with you
Cuz you hold, my secrets tight
You do, You do

You make me wanna la la, la la la, la la, la la la la la la la la la
You make me wanna la la, la la la

You make me wanna la la
in the kitchen on the floor
I'll be your French maid
Where I'll meet you at the door
I'm like an alley cat
Drink the milk up I want more
You make me wanna

You make me wanna la la, la la la, la la, la la la la la la la la la
You make me wanna la la, la la la la
You make me wanna la la, la la la, la la, la la la la la la la la la
You make me wanna la la, la la la la
You make me wanna la la, la la la, la la, la la la la la la la la la
You make me wanna la la, la la la la

Before we could change our songs, Mom came and turned off both of the stereos. "What the Hell were you two thinking?" she yelled. "What would the neighbors think?"

"Sorry mom," I apologized. Phil just shrugged looking at the floor with his arms crossed.

"Oh hello Emma," she said, "Are you staying for dinner?"

"Yes Mrs. Devvile," she said politely. "And how was your day?"

"Just fine. Sorry you had to witness that," she said.

"Oh it was nothing. I live in a quiet house, it's nice to have some excitement around sometimes," she said.

"Well your father is getting dinner ready. So go wash up," Mom said leaving.

Yeah that's all for now. How may people got confused during the music thing? I know I did somewhat. Yeah…..

Sincerely