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what's that? it's saturday? that means a new chapter! read it here www.fanfiction.net/s/12554115/…

if you like fluff there's bits of 3x4 and 2x5 fluff.
if you like angst, there's always Wally.
if you'd like to know what the heck Nigel's up to... read on!

an introduction/excerpt to chapter 3...
~4x3~ Revenge is a Dish Best Served at Lunchtime
Wally woke up in a cold sweat. He was having that dream again, the one where he was running in an endless dark corridor, desperate to reach something, but he couldn't remember what. He just ran and ran until he ran out of time and woke up.
Yesterday's events were a blur. So much had happened, including getting into a fight with Ernest, but then forgetting to show up. From what he heard, Ernest was furious and wanted revenge. Actually, Wally wanted nothing less than to give Ernest a good hard wallop, but he couldn't risk getting caught and kicked out of school. So how was he supposed to deal with Ernest without fighting him?
Begrudgingly, he slipped into his jeans, pulled a crisp white shirt over his head, and tugged on a beat-up old pair of sneakers.
His mother was running late. She had her apron half-on, cords dangling at her sides, while slipping in her boomerang earrings, and was surprised to see Wally.
"Oh! You're up," she said and gave a guilty glance at the kitchen. "Well, I'm off. And er, there's some food in the cupboard for your lunch." She was out the door before Wally could even say "good morning."
He opened the cupboard. There was an expired can of beans and half a packet of instant-pudding. He closed the cupboard.
He walked slowly to school, hoping if he was late enough, he wouldn't run into Ernest. But sure enough, at the school entrance, Ernest was leaning on the flagpole with two of his friends, scouring the incoming crowd for signs of Wally. Wally waited around the corner, crushing ants under the heel of his shoe, until the tardy bell rang and Ernest disappeared. Then Wally came around the corner and sprinted to class.
His history teacher flared her nostrils as Wally walked into class late again. "That's two tardies in a row!" she snapped. "Detention! No break for you!"
At least if he was in detention during break, he wouldn't run into Ernest. Now he just had to make it through lunch, then after school, and then every day for the rest of his life.
English was a disaster. There was a pop vocab quiz with long words that looked like complete gibberish to him. He even tried to shiftily glance around, but his classmates knew him too well and covered up their quizzes with their hand, scribbling furiously behind the crook of their arms. He sweated, staring at the blank spaces to write definitions next to words he had never seen before in his life. Just write something. Anything. He dragged his pencil across the blanks. Scribble, scribble. Just to pretend like he was writing.
The bell rang and he quickly threw his quiz facedown on the teacher's desk so nobody could see the random scribbles. He had made it to lunch, but he felt a terrible lurch in his stomach. Since he'd skipped breakfast, he was extra hungry today.
Perhaps he could snag something from the vending machine; it was far enough from the cafeteria that he probably wouldn't run into Ernest. He checked his pockets but there was nothing but lint. Just then, a freshman passed next to him in the hallway, and he instinctively reached out and shoved him up against the lockers.
"Lunch money," he growled.
The boy looked up trembling, with wide eyes behind yellow spectacles. "Hey!" he suddenly said. "I know you! You were helping my brother yesterday-"
"Shut it," said Wally, but he suddenly felt weirder about asking for this kid's money. "Lunch money," he repeated.
"I- I don't have any," Tommy squeaked. "My mom packs my lunch everyday. A coconut jam sandwich, but she knows I don't like the crusts, so she cuts them into these little heart shapes-"
Wally sighed. He didn't want to steal this kid's food, plus he couldn't eat it anyways because he was allergic to coconut. "Whatever. Just gimme whatever change you got."
Tommy nervously pulled out all the coins he could find in his pockets and dumped them into Wally's hand. $1.62. Just enough for a granola bar.
"Ok kid," said Wally, and released Tommy.
A short while later, Wally was munching on a granola by himself in the hallway, when his friends Bruce and Joe came up to him.
"There you are, we've been looking for you all day." Bruce wanted to know why Wally hadn't shown up to fight Ernest yesterday, and why he was still avoiding Ernest.
"I told you," said Joe to Bruce. "He's chicken. Doesn't wanna fight Ernest. Knows he'll lose."
"I'm not afraid of Ernest!" Wally said angrily.
"Really?" said Bruce. "'Cause you've been avoiding him all day. And Ernest is getting real ticked off… it's only gonna get worse the longer you wait."
"Well, let him!" said Wally. "I'm sick of getting into fights all the time. I wanna stop getting into fights for no reason."
However much he meant it this time, it was too late.
"There he is!"
Wally froze. It was Ernest's voice. That's it, Wally had to give up the game. The fight was unavoidable. Not that it wouldn't be satisfying to finally punch that jerk in the face.

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read on at www.fanfiction.net/s/12554115/…

and happy saturday! ^^

Description
what's that? it's saturday? that means a new chapter! read it here www.fanfiction.net/s/12554115/…

if you like fluff there's bits of 3x4 and 2x5 fluff.
if you like angst, there's always Wally.
if you'd like to know what the heck Nigel's up to... read on!

an introduction/excerpt to chapter 3...
~4x3~ Revenge is a Dish Best Served at Lunchtime
Wally woke up in a cold sweat. He was having that dream again, the one where he was running in an endless dark corridor, desperate to reach something, but he couldn't remember what. He just ran and ran until he ran out of time and woke up.
Yesterday's events were a blur. So much had happened, including getting into a fight with Ernest, but then forgetting to show up. From what he heard, Ernest was furious and wanted revenge. Actually, Wally wanted nothing less than to give Ernest a good hard wallop, but he couldn't risk getting caught and kicked out of school. So how was he supposed to deal with Ernest without fighting him?
Begrudgingly, he slipped into his jeans, pulled a crisp white shirt over his head, and tugged on a beat-up old pair of sneakers.
His mother was running late. She had her apron half-on, cords dangling at her sides, while slipping in her boomerang earrings, and was surprised to see Wally.
"Oh! You're up," she said and gave a guilty glance at the kitchen. "Well, I'm off. And er, there's some food in the cupboard for your lunch." She was out the door before Wally could even say "good morning."
He opened the cupboard. There was an expired can of beans and half a packet of instant-pudding. He closed the cupboard.
He walked slowly to school, hoping if he was late enough, he wouldn't run into Ernest. But sure enough, at the school entrance, Ernest was leaning on the flagpole with two of his friends, scouring the incoming crowd for signs of Wally. Wally waited around the corner, crushing ants under the heel of his shoe, until the tardy bell rang and Ernest disappeared. Then Wally came around the corner and sprinted to class.
His history teacher flared her nostrils as Wally walked into class late again. "That's two tardies in a row!" she snapped. "Detention! No break for you!"
At least if he was in detention during break, he wouldn't run into Ernest. Now he just had to make it through lunch, then after school, and then every day for the rest of his life.
English was a disaster. There was a pop vocab quiz with long words that looked like complete gibberish to him. He even tried to shiftily glance around, but his classmates knew him too well and covered up their quizzes with their hand, scribbling furiously behind the crook of their arms. He sweated, staring at the blank spaces to write definitions next to words he had never seen before in his life. Just write something. Anything. He dragged his pencil across the blanks. Scribble, scribble. Just to pretend like he was writing.
The bell rang and he quickly threw his quiz facedown on the teacher's desk so nobody could see the random scribbles. He had made it to lunch, but he felt a terrible lurch in his stomach. Since he'd skipped breakfast, he was extra hungry today.
Perhaps he could snag something from the vending machine; it was far enough from the cafeteria that he probably wouldn't run into Ernest. He checked his pockets but there was nothing but lint. Just then, a freshman passed next to him in the hallway, and he instinctively reached out and shoved him up against the lockers.
"Lunch money," he growled.
The boy looked up trembling, with wide eyes behind yellow spectacles. "Hey!" he suddenly said. "I know you! You were helping my brother yesterday-"
"Shut it," said Wally, but he suddenly felt weirder about asking for this kid's money. "Lunch money," he repeated.
"I- I don't have any," Tommy squeaked. "My mom packs my lunch everyday. A coconut jam sandwich, but she knows I don't like the crusts, so she cuts them into these little heart shapes-"
Wally sighed. He didn't want to steal this kid's food, plus he couldn't eat it anyways because he was allergic to coconut. "Whatever. Just gimme whatever change you got."
Tommy nervously pulled out all the coins he could find in his pockets and dumped them into Wally's hand. $1.62. Just enough for a granola bar.
"Ok kid," said Wally, and released Tommy.
A short while later, Wally was munching on a granola by himself in the hallway, when his friends Bruce and Joe came up to him.
"There you are, we've been looking for you all day." Bruce wanted to know why Wally hadn't shown up to fight Ernest yesterday, and why he was still avoiding Ernest.
"I told you," said Joe to Bruce. "He's chicken. Doesn't wanna fight Ernest. Knows he'll lose."
"I'm not afraid of Ernest!" Wally said angrily.
"Really?" said Bruce. "'Cause you've been avoiding him all day. And Ernest is getting real ticked off… it's only gonna get worse the longer you wait."
"Well, let him!" said Wally. "I'm sick of getting into fights all the time. I wanna stop getting into fights for no reason."
However much he meant it this time, it was too late.
"There he is!"
Wally froze. It was Ernest's voice. That's it, Wally had to give up the game. The fight was unavoidable. Not that it wouldn't be satisfying to finally punch that jerk in the face.

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read on at www.fanfiction.net/s/12554115/…

and happy saturday! ^^