Gosh -blushes- thanks! I'll do my best not to let you down! Though I might warn you, I'm a little bit slow with updates.

Cool beans! Thanks, techfan.

Alright ^^, then you should be estatic to know that the second chapter's already underway. ^^

Don't read what?

Oh, sorry, I haven't been on here in a long, long time, so I didn't really see, I'll go look for it now and read it right away.

sweet! Love the story so far!

Jetsir wrote:

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Cool beans!

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Cool beans . LOL! That's funny!

Anyways, this is a terrific start to a story. I so know why you named your story that. I like the description and the dialogue. It's all natural. I hope to see the next chapter soon cos I am looking out for this.

Chapter 2

‘Science is always so boring,’ thought Rip as he idly took notes while pretending to listen to the teacher in his fourth period class. He sighed, he already knew most of what the teacher was talking about, science was one of his best subjects and he could easily say he was the smartest in his class. He was glad that it was the last period of the day and that it was almost over. Rip put his elbow on his desk then propped his head up in his hand. His eyelids slowly began to shut.

He then felt himself nudged and he fully opened his eyes to see a piece of imitation paper (by 2750, trees had become endangered and plastic had replaced wood for making paper and other former wood products) being slid in front of him. It was folded up and said “To Rip” on it. He immediately recognized it as Melinda’s handwriting. He looked to his right and glanced at Melinda, who was in the seat next to his. She gave him a sideways glance and smiled.

Turning back to the piece of paper, he unfolded it. “Hey, Rip. What’s up?” was written on it.

He wrote back: “Nothing much, just bored. What about you?” he slid it back.

“I’m bored, too. Hey, are we still on for tonight?”

“Yes.”

“Good, I can’t wait.”

Rip smiled, he was looking forward to that night as well. It was the day that he and his band, The Runner-Ups, got together to practice.

The Runner-Ups was a band he and his friends started in 8th grade. He didn’t like the title of the band, but everyone else had insisted it, so of course, majority rules. Darn it. Rip was the front man and on lead guitar, while Melinda played bass. Their friend Didgerita played drums and their other friend, Hasty played guitar and sometimes keyboards if the need came.

Rip was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice his science teacher, Mrs. Griffiths, come over and take the note right off of his desk. He looked up at her with a indifferent, and slightly annoyed expression as she read the note.

She frowned at the two of them, “I’d appreciate it if you two lovebirds would set up your dates outside of class.” The class snickered at the teacher’s unnoticed pun about “lovebirds” as Rip grumbled something and sank in his seat.

“Yes Mrs. Griffiths,” Melinda said sweetly, though there was a hint of sarcasm in her voice, lucky for her the teacher was too busy getting back to teaching to notice the duck’s sarcasm.

Rip sent Melinda a half-hearted glare for not denying what was untrue. She, in reply, just shrugged and winked at him, a playful smile on her face.

Rip sunk lower in his seat and scowled.

Melinda smirked when she noticed that a blush was forming on the roadrunner’s face.

The bell rang. The day was finally over.

‘Oh, sweet freedom, how I salute thee!’ thought Rip in mock enthusiasm as he got up and left the classroom.

Melinda followed after him, “so, do you wanna just go and chill until it’s time for band practice?”

“Sorry, I can’t. My brother and his friends are coming to visit, and they won’t be leaving for awhile. So, of course, I have to go and listen to my brother’s stories of his wonderful adventures as a superhero,” that last part had sarcasm and annoyance dripping from it.

“Oh, that’s all right, I’ll just go with you!” said Melinda, she really didn’t have anything to do that afternoon, and plus, this could be fun.

Rip stopped, “no,” he stated firmly then continued walking. By this point they were already out of the school and on their way to Rip’s house.

Melinda pretended to be hurt, “why not?” she asked, pouting.

“Because I said so,” Rip replied. He knew exactly what would happen if she went home with him and met the Loonatics. It wasn’t that she’d go all “fangirl” about it, she was quite the opposite of that. It was that she had a way of making things really embarrassing and awkward for him, and right now, his pride wouldn’t allow that to happen.

“Oh, c’mon, Rip! I promise I won’t embarrass you!” she pleaded, ‘though I do intend to,’ she thought to herself mischievously.

‘Can she read my mind or something!?’ Rip frowned in annoyance, “Melinda, I said no. Now go home,” he sighed exasperatedly when he realized they were already walking up to the front door of his house.

“Plea-“

“No.”

“Oh come on-“

“No Melinda.”

By now, Rip was already unlocking his front door. As soon as he started to open it Melinda wrapped her arms around his neck, “C’mon, Rip! I promise I won’t do anything wrong, you know how much I love you!” she exclaimed in a sugary-sweet tone.

The door was now fully open and Rip froze, in the living room, staring directly at him were the Loonatics and his parents. They were smiling knowingly at him, his mother looked like she was about to burst with joy at the sweet display of affection.

Rip looked at the group, then Melinda, then back. He then untangled Melinda’s arms from around his neck and moved about five feet way from her so fast it looked like he’d suddenly acquired superspeed. He held his arms up in front of himself defensively, his face burning red, “woah, no! It’s not what it looks like.”

“’Sup, Mr. And Mrs. R? ‘Tics?” Melinda greeted coolly as if nothing had happened.

“Oh-Melinda!-It’s-wonderful-to-see-you-again!-How-are-you-sweetie?” Harriet went up to greet her.

Ralph and Rev rushed over to talk to Rip. Rev nudged his younger brother with his elbow, smiling slyly, “wow-Rip!-I-had-no-idea-that-you-had-a-girlfriend!-Good-job!”

Rip opened his mouth to reply, but stopped when he felt his father’s arm sling itself over his shoulder. Ralph looked down seriously upon his youngest son, “Rip,-I-think-it’s-about-time-you-and-I-had-a-long-talk.”

Rip glared Melinda as she smirked back and winked at him before going back to her conversation with Harriet and the Loonatics. ‘I’ll get you for this, Melinda.’

End Chapter 2

Jetsir: Whoo! Second chapter! I’m going to introduce Didgerita and Hasty later on in my story. I hope you know that this is the most I’ve written for a story in such a short period of time, so I hope you all like it.

I’ll try to get more chapters up soon, but in the meantime, R&R please!

Remember: I shall bake snicker-doodles with your sugary-sweet comments and roast marshmallows with your flames.

-- Edited by Jetsir at 12:09, 2008-03-09

LOL! That was funny.
Poor Rip! Even his best friend picks on him!

Siamese712 wrote:

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LOL! That was funny.
Poor Rip! Even his best friend picks on him!

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 Thanks, Siamese. Yeah, she does tend to pick on him a lot, but it's all in good fun ^^

As much of a perv I am, no, not that talk. Rip and Rev probably already got that talk when they were, like, ten. XD

I got mine when I was ten, I'm fine, but I'm pretty sure I've mentally scarred all of my friends. ^^

Hmmm....well I've written about three paragraphs so far, but I have to go exercize then take a shower now so......it could be a little more than an hour and a half.

Well, I'm back now and I'm still working on chapter 3.

^^ Thanks, the third chapter should be up soon, by the way.

good chapter! can't wait till the next.

your wellcom again

Nasty parents trying to insult Tech! True I'm not a Techie but they shouldn't have that grudge on him!

Anyways, back to the story. Now that the chapter's up, I too am wondering how they both became friends. Another good chapter as per usual. Keep up the good work.

Akira_Cat wrote:

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Nasty parents trying to insult Tech! True I'm not a Techie but they shouldn't have that grudge on him!

Anyways, back to the story. Now that the chapter's up, I too am wondering how they both became friends. Another good chapter as per usual. Keep up the good work.

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Yes, I agree, they shouldn't be like that with Tech (I'm a Techie myself), but I couldn't help it! It's so in character with them and it's funny, too (I'm a bit of a sadist when it comes to my fanfics, I just love torturing characters XD).

How Melinda and Rip became friends is a cute and funny story, but I'm saving it for later on. ^^

Thanks for the wonderful review, Akira_Cat! ^^

 

Your welcome, it is indeed very in-character of them to insult Tech.

Yep, now you know why you might have fealt Rip was off character in my fan-fic.

Because its hard to put them in diffrent situations when youve only seen so little of them.

Chapter 4

Melinda’s parents said that it was all right for her to stay for dinner, and after she told Mrs. Runner, she went back to the kitchen to help Rip with setting the table.

They set the table in an uncomfortable silence. Rip seemed to be ignoring, probably upset with her for embarrassing him earlier.

They continued on like this until Melinda couldn’t take it anymore, “c’mon, Rip, don’t be like this. You know it was only a joke,” she tried to reason with him.

He just continued to ignore her, they had finished setting out the plates, so he began to set out silver ware. He smirked inwardly when he heard her huff angrily. If there was one thing that could make Melinda mad, it was ignoring her.

“Rip…”

No reply.

“C’mon, Rip,” her voice was growing more agitated.

Still, he didn’t reply.

“Rip!” she was furious by now. A little growl escaped her through grit teeth.

A full smile had formed on his face, but he did not acknowledge her any further and continued to set the table.

‘That’s it!’ she stormed up in front of him, putting herself between the roadrunner and the table to prevent him from putting anymore silverware on the table. She wrenched a spoon he was holding from his hands, then hit him on the head with it.

Bonk! “Ow! Linda!” exclaimed Rip irritably, calling her by her most hated nickname while rubbing his head.

She whacked him again, “don’t call me that! And stop ignoring me! You know how much I hate that!”

“Well how do you think I felt out there? You embarrassed me in front of my family and the Loonatics!” Rip snapped back.

“You know I was just kidding, and I explained that to them, too!” she argued, “and since when do you care about what other people think about you!?”

Rip stopped, his eyes becoming downcast, glaring down at a spot on the floor, “since they all began to see me as a bad guy…”

“Rip…” the duck put her arms on her friend’s shoulders. She opened her mouth to say something, but shut it, realizing she didn’t have anything to say to make Rip feel better. She had known that he had been upset about the incident that had happened a few weeks ago, but she had never known that it had gotten to him this bad. She mentally cursed herself, ‘you idiot! And you’re supposed to be his best friend!’

She wrapped her arms around Rip’s neck and pulled him into the most comforting hug she could muster, resting her head on his chest. She couldn’t tell whether the comfort was for him, her, or the both of them, she just hugged, “I’m sorry…” she said softly.

Rip sighed deeply and hugged her back gently, resting his head on hers. He gave her a little squeeze that let her know that he had forgiven her. They stood there awkwardly, he was never really good at touchy-feely stuff. After a moment of silence, he spoke, “sorry I ignored you…”

She laughed into his chest, he smiled, “and what about calling me Linda?” she asked, pulling away from him and looking into his eyes.

“I have no regrets for that one,” he replied smirking.

She glared, raising the spoon to hit him again. He quickly snatched it from her hand, “nuh-uh. Not this time,” he said.

“Hey!” she cried, and began to reach for her makeshift “Rip Beater”.

He held the spoon high, much higher than the short duck could reach. She leaned on him, one hand on his shoulder as she outstretched her arm to grab the spoon while standing on her tiptoes.

‘Darn him for being so tall!’

Rip leaned back farther, only to lose his balance and fall to the ground, landing on his back. Since Melinda was using Rip as her support to stand, she fell too, landing on top of the poor roadrunner.

“Ow…” grunted Rip, though she was a small girl, he was a rather frail boy.

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Outside in the living room, the others had heard a crash from the dining room.

“Oh-dear,-what-was-that?” asked Mrs. Runner, growing concerned.

“Don’t-worry,-Ma. I’ll-go-check-on-it-and-I’ll-be-back-before-you-can-say-’Seed-Cookie!’” said Rev, going into the dining room leaving a rush of wind and red and black contrail in his wake.

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Rev entered the dining room within less than two seconds after he had left the living room, “Hey,-Rip,-are-you-and-Melinda- SWEET-MEEP-MEEP!” Rev exclaimed when he saw his little brother in a compromising position with his not-girlfriend.

The three of them just stared at each other for an awkward minute or two.

“Uh…” Melinda started, “he stole my spoon…”

End Chapter 4

Jetsir: There’s chapter 4 for you! It was going to be longer, but I decided to upload this since it just seemed complete enough… uh, yeah.

Yes, Rip’s secret demons are revealed! Poor thing. Poor Rev, too. He got quite a shock, didn’t he?

I hope you like it, the next chapter will be better, I promise!

Aaaw! Poor Rip! This really good! I agree with what Dragon Wing has said. I too will give it my seal of awsomeness! *Stamp*

heehee! A wonderful moment!