A/N: OMG! It's been a ferociously long time, and I am soooo sorry, but so much has been going on that none of you probably care about, but since I like sharing I'll tell you anyway, first of all, our school's newspaper room was, well, I won't say robbed, 'cause it wasn't, really 'robbed', but it was kind of taken advantage of, see, our school is a private school, so how or why anyone would take anything from the room unless they go to the school, but Mr. Robinsfield was furious. Anyway, some printers and files were taken, and one monitor, that was it. But Lizzie, (one of my best friends, and the author of the classic, All You Need Is Love,) blames herself for it, do not ask why, none of us are really sure, anyway, I've taken so long to write a new story because so much has been going on trying to catch the purp., and keeping Lizzie from having a nervous breakdown, and all sorts of other things, my goodness, plus my mother and father both caught the flu, and it was up to me, and only me to take care of both of them, but my Dad, has never admitted to an illness in his entire life, so he kind of helped, but not much:P. ANYWAYS, this story is the newest installment, kind of, lol. This is after Once Upon A Midnight Wizard, but not quite as far ahead as Lizzie's story, even though her and my stories don't connect…is anyone else confused? Haha, anyway, Brad from Lizzie's story is in this story, but he and Dana aren't having their baby yet, which refers back to the previous statement that the two stories do not connect. Alright, my head hurts now:P anyway, just please continue reading, lol :D.

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Another A/N: This story is kind of based on an episode of 'Friends', called 'The One With The Football', but I've changed a ton of it, mostly the only stuff that's the same is that, they play football in the park with the six of them, (Phil, Keely, Dana, Brad, Via, and James.) And some of the stuff they say is the same, so incase I'm going to be accused of plagiarism, the stuff you recognize was written by Ira Ungerleider, and the stuff you recognize, transcribed by me.

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It was an autumn day like any other in Boston, Massachusetts for Phil, Keely, and Dana. But, it wasn't just any autumn day, it was Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving to some is perfectly normal, but for the Diffys, nothing is normal.

Of course, no one can let Phil, Keely, and Dana have Thanksgiving just the three of them, they received endless calls from The MacSpencers, wanting to spend Thanksgiving with them, because Via's parents insisted that the twins spend Turkey Day with them, so instead of being alone and pathetic just the two of them, they call Phil and Keely. The three of them were watching the New England Patriots play the New York Giants when Brad made his unexpected entry.

"You know what I don't understand…?" James started

"What?" everyone asked.

"Why New York, which is also a part of New England has their own football team, whilst we're forced to share our team with Rhode Island, Vermont, New Hampshire, Delaware, and whatever else is here,"

"Yeah…" Dana says, "But it could be because New York is a lot bigger than the rest of the New England states,"

"True…" James pondered, "But, bigger isn't always better,"

"Ho yeah, that's for sure." Keely said as she joined the gang in front of the TV.

"Keely!" Phil said

"What! I didn't say anything!"

"Eeeewwwww!" Dana said standing up and walking into the kitchen.

She opened the refrigerator door and took out a can of Dr. Pepper.

"Anyone else want anything?"

The question was followed by a choir of 'no, I'm good, thanks's, and maybe, I'll think about it's. She was just about to sit down when someone knocked on the door.

"Who could that be?" She silently counted everyone in the room, Yep, pretty much everyone they knew was there. She shrugged and opened the door.

"Brad!" She said it with more confusion and shock than actual excitement, "I-I thought you were spending today with your family…"

"Yeah, so did I, but a disaster in the world of the shallow and the insensitive came up, and I bailed, do you mind if have Thanksgiving with you guys?"

"No, not at all, after all we did invite you."

"Hey, Brad. Nice to see you," Keely said as she stood up and walked into the kitchen and stood next to Dana.

"So, Via, James, I don't think you've meet my boyfriend," Dana said taking his hand and walking him to the sitting area, "Via, James, this is Brad. Brad, this is Via, and her husband, James."

"Hello," Via, James, and Brad said

"So…since it's half time, and the weather's nice, and we have a football…" Phil started

"Oh, that would be so awesome! It's been like ten years since I've played football!" Keely said, "Oh no, Dana and Phil can't ever do anything competitive, it's like a bloodbath."

"No it isn't! We'll just be on the same team," Dana said

"No, you can't be because you two are the only ones who actually know how to play, so that makes both of you captains. Well, let the bloodbath begin," Keely said.

Once at the park down the street from their house, the six of them sub-grouped to Via, Keely, Dana, and Brad, and Phil and James.

"Okay," Dana started as everyone grouped together, "Mom made a good point when she said Dad and I are the only two here who can actually play football, so that make us captains,"

"And the rest of us Tenille's?" Keely suggested

"Alright, I'm younger so I pick first, Brad."

Brad stood next to Dana, while both Keely and Via looked upset.

"Dana darling, I'm your mother," Keely said

"Don't worry sweetie, you'll get picked. James." Phil said

"Phil!"

"Via." Dana said.

Via felt bad that Keely's own daughter had picked her over Keely, so she kissed Keely on the cheek before joining Dana's team.

"Sweetie, now I pick you," Phil said optimistically to Keely.

"You don't pick me, you're stuck with me!"

"Okay. All right. So let's see, let's play from the trash can, to the lightpost. Right. Two hand touch, we'll kick off." Phil said ignoring Keely's comment.

"Huddle up." Dana announces to her team.

"Wait for me! Wait for me! Wait for me!" Via shouted as she dashed after Brad and Dana. "Oh cool, this is my first huddle."

"Okay-" Dana starts

"So what do you guys really think of Phil?" Via asked

"Okay, Via you know what you're doing right?" Dana asked

"Yeah,"

"Okay, Brad's gonna catch it, and you and I are gonna block."

"What's block?" Via asked

Dana sighed and said, "Via, I thought you said you knew what you were doing!"

"I thought you meant in life."

She sighs again and says, "Break."

On the other end of the park there is James and Phil, preparing to kick off. Phil is holding the ball between his foot and finger.

"The ball is Via's mother. The ball is Via's mother." as he steps forward to kick the ball, but he kicks Phil's foot instead.

"Oww! Son of a...! Ow! Come on!" Phil yelled.

"Sorry. I'm sorry. Y'know what, we're just gonna throw it." James announced as he threw the ball to kick-off.

"I got it," Brad said as he caught the ball.

"Go! Go! Go!" Via shouted.

Brad ran up the field and faked out Phil, scoring a touchdown. As his team celebrated the touchdown, Keely raced to Phil.

"Are you alright?" she asked

"Yeah. Come on, let's go." he answered

"Losers walk!" Dana said

"Yeah, losers talk," Phil replied

"No, no actually losers rhyme." James said

James comes up under center, just like a real quarterback does, and puts his hands between Phil's legs.

"Twenty-three! Seventy-four!"

Upset by the position, Phil stands up and looks at him.

"You wanna go shotgun?" James asked
"Yeah!" Phil said.

"Hike!" James yelled from the shotgun
Both Dana and Brad count off, "One-Mississippi. Two-Mississippi. Three-Mississippi."
Keely then ran a quick slant and yelled, "Over here!"

James then threw her the ball, which she dropped.

"Hey! I almost caught that one!" Keely announced very proud of herself.

"Great!" James said in a deadpan fashion, "Now the score's seven to almost seven."

"Woo-hoo!" Keely said as she slapped his hand five.

A/N: It was all going 2 be one chapter, but it ended up being 5 pages, so it'll be two updated the same time, lol

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