Kelly woke up the next morning bright and early. She raced down the steps to the kitchen and sat at the table. Scott, who was reading the newspaper, looked up.

"Aren't you up a little too early? It's the weekend."

Kelly rolled her eyes. "Oh, ha."

"He's right," Her mother added. "It's ten in the morning; you've still got an hour left."

"I have plans today." She said in response. "Mom, can you make me some toast?"

"Sure thing, dear. But what's the rush today?"

"I'm meeting my friends at noon." Kelly liked saying that. She had made friends so fast. She thought it would take a couple weeks.

"Oh, those four boys, huh?" Her father asked. "They seem nice."

"Maybe you should buddy up with Brandon, Scott." Her mother added.

"Mom, guys don't 'buddy up'." Scott said. "Besides, he's probably fooling around with some girl. He wouldn't shut up about how amazing she is."

"Maybe you should find a girlfriend," Kelly suggested, now pouring herself a glass of orange juice. "You need one."

Scott stood up. "Shut up. I'll never replace Elaine."

"Scott James Snyder, apologize to your sister immediately." Their mother barked.

He sighed. "Sorry, spitfire."

Kelly half grinned. "It's ok. But don't call me that. I'm not a spitfire."

"It fits you so well," Scott continued. "You look so frail, but as soon as you get mad you burst."

Her mother set down her food and winked, and then Kelly tore a crumb off and chucked it at Scott.

He blinked as it his cheek. "Oh, that's very ladylike." He said sarcastically.

-ooOoo-

She searched her dresser for nice clothes after her shower, which felt like decades. Kelly wasn't much of a shopping girl, but she was prepared to dress to impress. She picked out dark blue leggings and a black skirt to go over it, completed with a pastel green candy stripe shirt. All that was left was her hair. She flipped it and looked at it expectantly, but she didn't see anything good about it. She brushed it until it was all in the right places, and sighed. It will never be the way she wants it to be.

She almost left her room, then stopped. She turned toward the vanity table. Maybe I should put on some make-up. She walked over to it slowly and applied it lightly. She didn't want to look desperate, but she wanted to get a certain someone's attention.

When she felt she looked presentable, she walked over to Mikey's house. She looked at it expectantly. It was sunny outside, but it wasn't hot. In the light, his house looked… different than what she's used to. It was small, but still charming.

She walked up to the front porch, where Mouth stood combing his hair. She decided to speak first. "I didn't think you would be the one to show up on time."

Mouth was startled and jumped around. "Oh my god, Kelly, never do that again."

"Lost your cool for a second there, huh Mouth?" She smirked as she knocked on the door.

He opened his mouth to say something back, but was cut off when Mikey unlocked the door. He opened it to let himself, and Kelly followed.

"Hey, Meeky." He says, purposely saying Mikey's name wrong. "Kell Belle's here too."

Kell Belle? She sighed. Now how would she live down that nickname? She looks at Brand, who is working out with a band, and then at Mikey, who is sitting on the couch. He looks depressed, she thought.

"Is something wrong?" She asked.

"Yeah, what's going down, guys?" Mouth asks, putting his foot on the table.

"Get your foot off the table, Mouth." Brand demands.

"Alright, alright," He does so. "What's the matter with you guys? Is it a nuclear Saturday or something? Come on guys, it's our last weekend together."

"Last weekend?" Kelly mouths.

"The last Goonie weekend. We should be going out in style, cruisin' the coast, sniffin' some lace, downin' the brews…" Then faces Brand. "But NOOOO. One older brother had to go and screw it up."

Brand swings for his face, but Mouth ducks in time. "Flunking your driver's test? I don't know what to do with ya, kid." He says as he ruffles up Brand's hair.

Kelly had walked over to the door, where Chunk waited behind the gate. "Hey you guys, you gotta let me in!" He shouted.

"Jerk alert!" Mouth yelled as he joined her. "It's Chunk."

"I just saw the most thing in my entire life!"

"First you gotta do the truffle shuffle." Mouth demanded.

I asked Mikey, who was looking at a magazine on the couch. "What's the truffle shuffle?"

He seemed to be startled by it at first, but calmed down quickly. "You'll see."

"Come on…" Chunk sighed.

"Do it."

"Come on…"

"DO IT." Mouth yelled.

Chunk groaned, and then stood on a stump outside the house. He lifted up his colorful shirt and begins to twist and shake. His belly fat jiggles as he makes sound effects with his mouth.

Kelly winces while Mouth laughs.

"Cut it out, Mouth." Mikey says, now joining them at the door. He pulls a string which causes multiple events to occur. A bowling ball rolls down into a bucket causing this and this… Kelly can't keep up. Instead of processing it all, she just watches both of their faces, their eyes concentrated on it. She smirked. It was cute.

The gate finally opened and we all headed inside.

"Guys, you're not gonna believe me but this time I'm telling the truth." Chunk said, and he wanted to say more but he was cut off by Mouth, who closed the screen door on him. "You turd!" He said, before Kelly opened the door for him. He mouthed, "Thanks." She nodded in response as they both walked back to the others. Mikey and Mouth were looking inside the fish tank.

"Listen, ok? You guys will never believe me. There were two cop cars, ok? And they were chasin' this four wheel deal, this real neat ORV, and they were both flying all over the place. It was the most amazing thing I ever saw!"

"More amazing than the time Michael Jackson came over to your house to use the bathroom." Mikey said.

Brand turned around, to say something. "More amazing than the time you saved those old people from a nursing home fire." Kelly grinned and giggled.

"And I bet it was even more amazing than the time you ate your weight in Godfather's Pizza, right."

"Okay, Michael Jackson didn't come to my house to use the bathroom…" He stopped, and then looked at me. "But his sister did!"

Music can be heard from outside the house. We turn our attention to the window, where we see Data standing on his own windowsill.

"Oh, Data…" Kelly says. They were all in for a big surprise.

Author's Note

I couldn't finish it because I was so busy! I promise I'll finish tomorrow though. I'll make it a habit to update more.

I won't put up another chapter until I get at least one review.