A/N: Greetings again. Salutations Spunk might say. Confused. That is OK. So fun fact, we have a friend named Shannon Doherty. And we are like "Haha. Like Shannen Doherty." Then she says: "1. I was born before she became famous and 2. I spell it the correct way." So yeah. What is Disney's, We don't own. Gots it? Rate and Review! Please. It makes us extremely happy. We will give you virtual cookies if you do. Yum.

~Caroline and Katherine~

The next morning, Rocketman ran like the wind to reach the designated meeting spot that Karoline and he set up. She wasn't there yet. Rocketman waited patiently for her to come. It seemed like hours until he saw Karoline turn the corner.

"Hey!" He said when she was next to him.

"Good morning!" Karoline cheerfully responded.

Rocketman stared at Karoline's Shirt.

"Wow...You look really good in that color."

"Thanks, I don't really wear pink that much." Karoline modestly responded.

Rocketman continued staring at her shirt.

"Umm..." Karoline gave him a confused look.

"Seriously that shirt is off the chain. It's actually amazing." Rocketman practically drooled while saying this.

"Thanks, would you like to start walking now?" Karoline said very abruptly.

Rocketman came out of his little dreamland and noticed that he was creepily staring straight at Karoline's shirt. "Oh um yeah definitely, let's get a move on."

Oh. My. God. Could I get any creepier.

"So how is your Grandma?" Karoline asked jokingly

"Grandma Meekles. She follows me around the house and tells me these ridiculous stories. Rocketman then put on his best Italian accent and said, "Oh eh, Jimmie! I am going to tell you about the time I meet you Grandpappie." Karoline then doubled over in laughter. Rocketman smiled triumphantly.

"I need to meet this woman! Grandma...."

"Meekles."

"Meekles. Right." Karoline smiled at Rocketman and he smiled back at her.

All of the sudden, a car pulled up playing booming rap music. It was the kind of car that you would expect extremely rich people to drive even though it was the ugliest thing known to mankind. The dark window rolled down and Chet Michaels face popped out. "Yo Karoline! You look sexy today." Karoline's face turned bright red.

"Um. Thanks" She said timidly.

"Hop in and I can give you a ride." Rocketman noticed that Chet overly emphasized the "you" part.

"Thanks for offering Chet, but Rocketman and I planned to walk together today. Maybe some other time?"

Chet frowned but then smiled again. "I will definitely remember that! Adios Babe!" he said as he squealed away.

"Is he always this um…friendly?" Karoline asked.

Rocketman snorted, "Chet is the ultimate ladies man. Every girl in the school would die to ride in a car with him. But I guess not every girl." He said the last part he said more to himself than to Karoline.

"I wouldn't die to ride in a car with anyone. I'm surprised that he talks to me so much if he could have any girl in the school."

"Isn't it obvious? You are totally h-... um nice."

"Thanks. You know, I never thanked you for showing my around East High. I would probably have gotten lost or Chet could have raped me or something."

"No problem. The pleasure is all mine."

Karoline again smiled. This was becoming a recurring thing. He would say something, and she would smile. Rocketman liked it. They turned the corner and arrived at East High. The 15 minute bell rang. "That was fun." Rocketman said enthusiastically. "Wanna do it again tomorrow?"

"Sounds like a plan." Karoline replied. She looked at him and then headed off to Enlgish. Rocketman started victory dancing in the middle of the hallway.

Donnie came up to stop him.

"Man you've gotta tell me what's going on."

"Bro, what are you talking about?"

"Um. The whole school knows that you were walking with Karoline, and how she didn't want to ride in Chet's car. What is it? Are you two official?"

"Dude. I don't know."

"Tell me Rocketman! I'm your best friend."

"I seriously don't know! We only met yesterday but we've really hit it off."

Donnie gasped dramatically. "Are you saying that...oh my goodness....seriously Rocketman… really?"

"What are you talking about?"

Donnie dragged him off to a corner where there were less people eavesdropping on their conversation.

"Are you two like... legit?"

"No, maybe, I don't think so. I guess not. We haven't even gone on a date."

"Okay, but that is not what people around here are saying."

"What are they saying exactly?"

"Did you two...um"

"Did we what?!?!"

"Did you...hook up??"

"NO!"

"IS it such a strange question?"

"We've only known each other for ONE DAY!"

"Sorry for asking."

"Sorry for yelling."

And they both sincerely meant their apologies.

The bell began to ring signaling 5 minutes to get to class. Rocketman and Donnie walked off to English. Their teacher, Ms. W. was so boring that at least half of the class was asleep by the end of the period. During long periods, the entire class was asleep. When the bell signaling the end of the day finally rang, the whole class ran out of the room because Ms. W's breath smelled like tuna and cigarette smoke. During break Rocketman found Karoline talking to Mrs. Darbus, the Head of the Drama department.

"You must try out for the spring musicale! We have lots of singers but only a few dancers! I would love to be able to showcase your talent"

"Well...I'm not that good. I'll consider it though. I was going to try lacrosse."

"Ahhh lacrosse... It seems that sports have a presidency over theatre at this school. Very well. I also have a need for an Assistant. I have a feeling that Sharpay might not be the greatest help. Would you care to help with that position?"

"I will get back to you on that. Thanks for offering me such a great opportunity." Ms. Darbus frowned after Karoline said this and walked away. Rocketman grabbed Karoline's arm. "Karoline! Long time no see!"

"Um, Hey."

"Is something wrong?"

"Oh, no. I was thinking whether or not I should help with the spring musical. She said something about a girl named Sharpay. Do you know her?"

"Umm nope doesn't sound familiar..." Rocketman lied skillfully.

"Hmm.." Karoline gave him a ponderous look. Then, Mr. Putzkammer came around the corner. "STUDENTS OF OBLIVION! ALWAYS IN MY WAY!"

Rocketman and Karoline then both looked at each other and burst out laughing. Rocketman could have gone on laughing with Karoline forever.

All of the sudden, she stopped laughing and hugged him. "Whoaaa dude." he chuckled.

"Thanks so much...I don't know what I would have done at this school without you...I would have DIED"

"No problem," Rocketman said, "no problem."

Rocketman began to be pulled by the back of his shirt by a seemingly unstoppable force.

"Hey chica." Chet slyly said. He had catapulted Rocketman backwards and across the hallway where he landed in a recycling bin. The red-headed girl he had seen in the locker room came up to him. "Umm ex-kuh-use me...you can only put cans, glass and plastic in green recycling bins."

Rocketman was offended that this girl would think he was stupid enough to not know that. "Obviously Chet irritating Michaels threw me in here."

"You know Chet Michaels? I love Chet Michaels."

"Who are you?" Rocketman asked her warily, avoiding her Chet reference.

"Shannen Doherty." She replied "My parents named me after the actress in 90210."

"Um. Ok. Cool."

Rocketman tried to get of the recycling. He tried to attempt a shimmying like move out, only to have the recycling bin knocked over. He then climbed out of the bin and said bye to Shannen. He walked back to Karoline and Chet.

It appeared that Chet was eating Karoline's ear.

"Um. What exactly is going on here?" Rocketman angrily demanded.

"Chet is telling me something." said Karoline. "It would be nice if he could tell it from FARTHER AWAY"

"Sorry babe." He then leaned into kiss her on the cheek. He then walked down the hall. Rocketman felt the anger boiling up inside of him, like Mt, Vesuvius waiting to explode on the village of Pompeii, burying the towns folk in the ashes. Rocketman wished Chet could be a town folk who was buried in ashes.

"Um. I'm going to walk home. Have fun at basketball." Karoline said rather quietly.

Karoline walked away as Rocketman half-heartedly waved goodbye. After basketball practice Rocketman got home and went upstairs to his bedroom where he put on his pajama pants and Camp Fingerprint t-shirt and logged onto ichat. Karoline was on. So was Chet. Rocketman then clicked Chet's name and began to start a conversation with him

zarastaraboii: wut did u tell karoline?

hottimansexi: a secret

zarastaraboii: can u tell me?

hottimansexi: no

zarastaraboii: come on

hottimansexi: ask karoline

He followed Chet's suggestion and opened a conversation with Karoline.

zarastaraboii: hey

dundermifflinthisiskaroline: hey. how was b-ball practice?

zarastaraboii: same old same old. so...

dundermifflinthisiskaroline: so?

zarastataboii: wut did chet tell you

dundermifflinthisiskaroline: well its sort of personal

zarastaraboii: you can tell me anything

dundermifflinthisiskaroline: um chet asked me to homecoming and

zarastaraboii: and?

dundermifflinthisiskaroline: i said yes.

zarastaraboii: o. cool. i didnt even know they were advertising it yet.

dundermifflinthisiskaroline:i said that 2. chet said he wanted to make sure i was "open"

zarastaraboii: hm

dundermifflinthisiskaroline: i should probably go do homework now... ttyl

zarastaraboii: ok see you tomorrow

Karoline logged off.

Weeks passed and Rocketman hardly remembered them. Chet kept Karoline away from him, so the only time they had together was during Physics. Finally it was the day before the homecoming game and Rocketman rode his razor scooter to school.

A car with pulsating music drove up next to him.

"Yo. Where is Karoline?" Chet asked

"I dunno." Rocketman solemnly replied. The topic was somewhat sore for him.

Rocketman didn't see Karoline at all at school that day. He didn't want to ask Chet where she was, he probably wouldn't know anyway. While scootering home, he remembered the day they had met, when she had written her phone number on his arm. He ran to his bedroom and pulled out the number, which was carefully copied on a piece of binder, hanging on his "vision board." (A/N: Look that up. It was in Oprah. Tis cuter if you know what it is) He then pulled out his phone and texted her.

hEy. whRe r U?

She then replied: sorry i am sick. cant go to homecoming w/ chet

Rocketman did a happy dance.

He replied: O tHaT suCkS

She sent back another message within a matter of seconds: ya it does ive been sitting in my room watching office reruns all day.

He sent her a message in response: u R iN 4 A sUprIsE

Karoline replied: wut?!

He responded: uLL c. Rocketman could help but to smile when he typed his message.

He raced through his homework and went to bed extremely early. He couldn't wait for Saturday, the day of the homecoming dance.