Fanfic #17: "Incredible Relations"

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Hey, yall's: It's your favorite Southern chick with a fanfiction. No, it's not my first, but my rest are at FanFiction.net if you really like me Remember, leave a pretty littl' review, now. *In big, booming voice* Inspired by POTF and Fever Pitch, one of Jimmy Fallon's best works, here comes 'Incredible Relations'!

*Ssh! The movie's starting!*

Chapter One

Rory walked home with a sorrowsome look on her face; the guy she'd went to the diner with was a jerk. She had thrown a milkshake at him after a string of conversations of him, and nothing but. After that, of course, she had no money for a bus after paying for not only her food (she refuses to let men pay for her), but his as well. He was a lazy bum and she was glad she got to walk home without him this cool autumn night.

"Rory! How was the date?" Her mother asked her as she walked through the door and threw her coat on the couch.

"The date? A perfect, cozy little diner with good service and great food. The date?" Rory scowled. "A horrible, egotistic hobo, just like the rest of them. I walked home."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Mrs. Catchette sighed. "Well, you got a phone call from a boy named Lucas or something. He called at 6 and then hung up unexpectedly. Then he called back around thirty minutes later and left a message. It's on the ID if you want it."

"Thanks, Mom." Rory growled. "Why did I miss an episode for this guy? He was no different than the others." She muttered under her breath. She snatched up the phone from the reciever, after wondering who Lucas was, and dialed the code for messages. "Um, hey, my name's Lucas Midfield." A mellow voice scratched through. "I'm sorry I hung up before, there was something on TV I had to watch."

"Another bum?" Rory asked herself. "He must love his good ol' TV."

"Anyways, um, I heard from someone at school that you were gonna go out with Myles Lockheart. He's not such a great catch."

"Thanks for warning me. How'd you get my phone number? Although I may be the only Catchette in the book."

"I just wanted to warn you, I mean, you don't know me, but you seemed like a good kid, and, er, I-I don't want you to get hurt. And...I'm sorry, again, about the hanging up on your mom...sorry."

She laughed. "He's not that bad."

"Well, bye. See you at school...maybe." The message stopped. She smiled. "Maybe I'll talk to him, sooner or later." She sneezed. "Ugh. I had to go with a guy that happened to be carrying the school's worst cold epidemic." She left to her room.

DO YA LOVE IT?! You'd better, you're the one who paid to see it! Haha, I'm probably making you cash-concious people paranoid...sorry.

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Chapter Two

Lucas logged onto the internet a bit later. Under his favorite site, POTF Island, he logged in: CrazyPheelyPhreak. In the 'Online Members', he saw one person on: So4Phil. He looked onto her profile, and clicked onto the Yahoo! IM link.

BiggrDrummrBoy01: Hey, So4Phil

It took her a while to respond:

PunkRockVeggie: Hey yurself. Hoo r you?

BiggrDrummrBoy01: CrazyPheelyPhreak from the Island.

PunkRockVeggie: O, I'v seen u b4 dere. Wat's yur real name?

Lucas thought; tell her his real name or make an alibi?

BiggrDrummrBoy01: Lucas M.

PunkRockVeggie: I tink I'v herd of u somewhere. Did u leve a message on my fone?

BiggrDrummrBoy01: Wait...are you Rory? From school? I didn't know you were into Phil...I never would have guessed it.

PunkRockVeggie: Well, most of da kids round here dat I'v known r 14 yr old grls hoo love Ricky Ullman...*

BiggrDrummrBoy01: And a 16 year old dork who loves Alyson and AJ...

PunkRockVeggie: lol :) Yur a funny kid

BiggrDrummrBoy01: That's what everyone has said.

PunkRockVeggie: I beeleve it. I got yur messge aftr I went w/ Myles...

BiggrDrummrBoy01: I'm sorry...I wish I had warned you sooner. I mean, you looked like a good person, and I didn't want you to get hurt...I should have known you better before I up and called you. Sorry...

PunkRockVeggie: No, it's gud. I wuldn't tink u card...evn my mom seemd not 2 care 2 much...i guess cause it's hapnd so many times...

BiggrDrummrBoy01: Why would anyone do that to YOU? You seem so great...but I still don't know you that well...

PunkRockVeggie: Tell u wat, maybe 2marow we can get 2getr and get 2 no each other bttr?

Lucas was shocked. "My first...date?"

BiggrDrummrBoy01...have you actually seen me before? Like, sober?

PunkRockVeggie: lol yea, ur not taht bad at all. Have u gon on a date b4?

BiggrDrummrBoy01: Puh-shaw! Of course! Like the Luke-ster hasn't gone out with anyone before!

PunkRockVeggie: Ok, just askin, lol. Listn, g2g. Bye

[PunkRockVeggie signed off.]

Lucas sighed. A date? Really? Wow...Rory IS nice, and pretty...

[BiggrDrummrBoy01 signed off.]

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*The note left up in that last post DOES NOT EXPRESS TRUE FACTS; it's what I believe Rory would say if I were in her shoes. I do NOT own POTF, or POTF Island, unless anyone's giving it away...just asking! Gosh! No need to throw fruit at me! :b

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Chapter 3

Rory smiled. "Another date? Why set myself up for disaster? Why not just dump myself now? Wait...where are we meeting?" She went back online, but there was no sight of Lucas. Might as well call him. "His number..." She dialed it and it was hardly one ring before Lucas picked up. "hello?"

"Hey, Lucas...I don't know where we should meet...I mean, what time, too?"

"Er..." He thought a bit. "Maybe you could come over my place, my mom's here, but we could still have a good time..."

Rory cut him off. "I'd like that. I'll be over at a quarter to 6. I hope that's not a bad time."

"No, i-it's fine...well, bye."

She laughed. "Bye, Lucas." She set the phone down on the cradle. "Wait a second, it's already 5:30..."

Rory pulled out the phone book and searched for the Midfields. There were two: one with no address, and a Lucas Midfield Sr. at 326 Kelsy Road. She pulled her hair back in a ponytail, put a baseball cap over her head and rushed to his house.

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Ding.

Lucas slicked his hair back with his hand and answered the broken doorbell. "Rory. H-hi." He grinned.

Hey. She waved. They stood there a while until: "Do you wanna come in?"

"Yeah, thanks." She looked around after stepping in. "Nice place."

"Yeah, it's not mine. I'm waiting for someone to kick me out, but for now, here we are."

She laughed. "You are the funny one."

He tried a line, feeling lucky. "That must make you the cute one."

"Uh, yeah. So...let's see...what do you wanna do first?"

"We could talk? I mean, I guess you might not usually like talking to guys, cause, you know, Myles may have turned you off to that, but if you want to, cause, I know we do have something in common..."

"Yeah, we both ramble when we're nervous...one more than the other." Rory pitched.

Lucas laughed. 'What a sense of humor', Rory thought. "I was actually thinking about the Phil of the Future thing...I'm a major Disney freak...can't get enough of it." He said, offering a seat to Rory at the table and taking his own. "It's sort of weird, because my friends think that I'm so strange for loving that show."

“So do mine. I mean, they expect me to either be watching VH1 or the Animal Planet, and I do, except sometimes I just have, have...a-a craving for something that soothes my inner kid, you understand?" He nodded. "You know, you're great. You’re the first guy I've ever talked to. You know, about an interest. Not about himself-"

"Like Lockheart?" He asked.

"...yeah. Don't you hang out with him?"

"Used to. Not anymore. He's a jerk and a slacker." He grinned, checking his watch. "Um...you don't mind if I turn on the TV, do you?”<br>
“I know what you’re getting at. Go ahead, and we might as well sit on the couch and watch it.” She led herself to the sofa and took a seat, patting the cushion next to her. Lucas sat down and flipped channels to, of course, none other than the perfect one. As the Phil of the Future theme song rolled along, Rory decided towards some small talk. “What do you think of me at school?”<br>
“What are you talking about?”<br>
“Well,” She said, keeping a close eye on the screen, “what do you think about, you know, me, my appearance, the people I hang out with? I mean, it seems crazy, but I never had an opinion on that kind of subject from someone on the outside of my clique.”<br>
“You seem to be in the group that’s confined to itself. You’re so comfortable with each other, after all, you’ve been in school with each other since practically kindergarten, and you’ve become so tight-knit that it’s impossible to get in between you guys, even though you have different interests.”<br>
“What do you mean by that?” She smiled at Lucas, pretending to be naive. She became more comfortable with him, she settled into the sofa as he tried to put an arm around her shoulder.

“You know, you being a huge Ricky Ullman fan while the rest of your gang fawning over Timberlake or Depp. And you being a closeted vegetarian and all...”<br>
“What!?” She almost screamed as the show started. Rory was stiff for a few minutes until Lucas laughed at a small sarcastic note Pim had made. ‘What else does he know about me that no one else does?’

As the commercial started, the conversation started again. “Well, you refused to eat at the big Bratwurst Fest in German AP, your sandwiches are always peanut butter and never turkey...” He said, putting a finger up like an all-knowing sage. She used two hands to wrestle his finger down and defend herself.

“Maybe I don’t like bratwurst or turkey or ham. What are you, one of those kooky stalker people?” She made Lucas laugh again.

“I don’t see why you don’t tell people. And don’t forget,” He said, turning to Rory. “I’ve been in your classes for almost 10 years now, ever since the first grade...” He pretended to reminisce, halting himself after a while and coming back. “I may actually know you better than those friends of yours.”

“That’s just sorta scary.” She said, gazing back at the commercial-free TV. Silence again for a whole 7 minutes until the ads came up once more. “You know what’s even more scary?”<br>
“What?” He said, getting up for refreshments.

“I think, for the first time, I’ve sat in front of a screen with Raviv on it and not pay much attention.” She turned to him. He laughed again. At five foot four, Lucas wasn’t a total geek, but he was surely not a popular kid. ‘He’s almost cute when he laughs.’ Rory thought.

‘Almost.’

OKAY, I solemnly swear that this will get much more POTF centered later on, but I'm just trying to spark a relationship here. Us writers know that we can't just put people together, their personalities have to fit like puzzle pieces, and for my characters (hey, Rory=Aurora for short) to get to like each other, they have to make every word sharp, and sensual, and to get to that, we have to build the small talk. Soory, I'm Captain Professor CreativeWriting now, aren't I? Too much time over my homework...starting to actually ABSORB THE TEXT! AHHHHH!

Chapter 4 soon!

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If anyone knows what's good for their brain, they will NOT read this, although you probably have, if you're down on the last post already. I am NOT finishing it, it's horrible. I'm just gonna type up a new fanfic on the same postboard. I repeat, THIS WILL NOT BE FINISHED. So, for all you happy people who hated it, you're welcome.

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“Have you ever seen snow before?” Keely asked Phil. It was a Saturday, and oddly enough, there was nothing to do but sit in the grass and talk, which was exactly what Phil and Keely had in mind for their afternoon. Lying head to head, they’d been talking about the future for some time now in the front of Keely’s yard. To Phil, it was a way to share more with Keely; to Keely, it was just really cool to hear about all the 22nd century gizmos.

“Well, yeah, in those nature documentaries they’d practically spoon feed us. It only snowed in Antarctica, everywhere else had fixed climates, where only the temperature changed, but never drastically.”<br>
“Oh, that sounds kind of like here.” She kidded. Phil sat up in confusion.

“But I always thought that scientists hadn’t discovered climate control until 2049 ”

“No, that’s not what I meant.” Keely sat up also. “You’ve noticed how the temperature has never dropped past 50 degrees in Pickford?”<br>
“Well, I guess.”

“It’s because we live in California, where it snows hardly ever. I’ve never actually seen snow with my own eyes. It’s never snowed around here.” She smiled. “But it seems kind of amazing.”<br>
“It’s only frozen rain, what’s the big deal?” He questioned.

“Phil, you have so much to learn.” She laughed. “Snow is supposed to be one of the most beautiful things of nature. It’s supposed to just gracefully dance from the sky, and cover the ground like a huge white blanket. Kids run around in it, and animals play in it, and it’s meant to be really romantic and stuff.”

“Really? I don’t get it, but I guess it doesn’t matter.” Phil said. Keely stood up. “Are you sure that it doesn’t snow in Pickford?”<br>
“Most definite. It snows as often as it rains pudding.” Phil pulled something out of his pocket and pointed upwards. Phil pushed a button. A giant bucket appeared up in the sky, and with one more click, a brown, chocolate substance dripped heavily before Keely. She had almost been rained on by pudding. She grinned. “Phil...” She bent down, picked up some pudding from the ground, and threw it at Phil. He wiped it off his face, and, grinning, threw pudding back. Pudding flew left and right before they both fell on the ground at the same time, and giggled in defeat.

“Better than a tomato war.” He laughed.

“Well, I’m going in so I can change out of my newly chocolate splattered clothes. I’ll see you tomorrow ” She waved towards Phil, walking into her house. He laughed again, then walked home.
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“Keel, I swear, it’s an absolute surprise. I can’t tell you Just come to my backyard...no, you can’t bring cats. Just try and come...good, bye.” He hung up the phone. Phil looked down at his WZRD again. “‘Climate control’ my foot...” He smiled. Running out to the backyard, he unlocked the gate and waited for her to come around.

“Phil, what’s up?” She said as soon as she came in. She gasped when she looked around. “Oh my-” She grinned from ear to ear.

The whole yard was a huge, winter wonderland.

Snowflakes fell lightly to the ground. The ground was not brown, but a pure, solid white. Ms. Diffy’s new pond, for relaxing nearby, was now an ice rink. Keely squealed and jumped. “You are so...amazing.” Keely looked towards Phil. “How’d you do this?”<br>
“This place is pretty much an entire dome now. No one can see in, and the snow just falls over the yard. Are you cold?” He said, watching Keely shiver. He tuned a knob on the WZRD and zapped Keely. Her outfit was changed to a heavy jacket with faux-fur trimming. “So cute ”

“I’m glad you’re happy.” Phil said, already in his winter clothes. “So, what do we do in the snow?”<br>
“Everything ” Keely screamed and picked up some snow. She molded it to a ball and threw it at Phil.

“Oh,” He acted offended. “the second time you’ve thrown stuff at me?” He threw a snowball at Keely. Balls of snow were thrown for 20 minutes until they declared peacetime. “Snowman time.” Keely suggested, rolling a huge ball of snow together.

“Snowmen?”<br>
“Phil, the snow sticks together. Easy for making stuff with it. Sort of like sculpting.” She said, smoothing out the globe-sized snow clump. They took 20 more minutes to put their snow people together, and once Keely’s was done, it was an original 3-part snowman, complete with a stove-pipe hat, a button nose and two eyes made out of coal. Phil’s was, more or less...

“The Venus De Milo?” Keely questioned at Phil’s work of snow. “Wow, Phil...”<br>
“Yes, I know, I am a perfectionist. But,” She smiled. “it’s a work of art.”<br>
“I must say, tadow.” She giggled, clapping as Phil bowed. “Want to go ice skating?”<br>
“How do you ice skate?” Phil asked. Keely sighed and shook her head slowly. “Phil, Phil, Phil... c’mon. You get the skates and I’ll teach you how.”

Phil was ready to ask how he would get skates when Keely pointed to the WZRD. “Oh.” Phil zapped both their shoes and they were instantly skates. He would have fallen flat on his face if Keely wasn’t holding onto his arm already.

“Thanks, Keel.”<br>
“No problem. Now, let’s go to the pond. Pick up one foot at a time, like walking, except heavier, and with blades on your feet.” Phil took her advice, and he slowly made his way to the pond, Keely still on his arm. “Now, lift yourself onto the ice, and...skate.” He tried to get onto the ice unsuccessfully. Keely laughed at a grounded Phil. “Take my hand.” She threw out a gloved hand for Phil and he grabbed it. Pulling on her hand, he tried to get up with all his strength but only succeeded in pulling Keely down with him.

“Ahh ” Keely screamed. She fell down on top of Phil’s chest. They both laughed, but after a while, paused. Looking into her eyes, Phil took a leap of faith. He came inches from her face, then kissed her. They held together for a while, then pulled apart.

“You still wanna learn to skate?” Keely grinned a mile wide, obviously not minding the kiss at all.

“Not really.” Phil smiled back. “I’d rather-” Keely stopped him with her lips.

The snow fell down from the sky slowly that day.

It may not have been Christmastime in Pickford.

Maybe not even in the Diffy yard.

But in Phil and Keely’s minds, they’d gotten a gift that even Santa couldn’t bring.

Boy, what a cheesy monologue! Gosh. Frickin’ idiot am I. Anyway, a nice review may or may not convince me to brush up on my monologue-ing! So, just leave me a review, and things MAY get better!

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