I don't know how many fic's we're allowed to have going at once, but I think this is like my... fourth, but whatever.
Disclaimer- I own everyone who is IN Pleasantville
If you haven't seen Pleasantville...
YOU HAVEN'T LIVED YET!
"So." I shifted all of my weight to one leg and placed a hand on my hip.
"So." Zeke echoed, his Wildcat friends behind him.
"Tonight. 6:30. My place?" I asked, rapidly snapping my Juicy Fruit.
"See you then." he smirked.
I turned on my heel, walking into East High, right before the bell. It was as simple as that.
"And you'd better stay out of my way tonight, Ryan." I snapped, throwing my blonde hair over my shoulder and leaning against the kitchen counter. "Zeke's coming over and we'll need the living room."
"No way." Ryan shook his head. "There's a Pleasantville marathon on tonight and I'm watching it." he stood up from the breakfast table and discarded his plate in the sink.
"You've seen like, every episode." I rolled my eyes. "I get the living room." I finalized it. "And you probably know them by heart."
Ryan slowly turned to me, squinting. I glared right back. Silence filled the kitchen as we continued our showdown. Suddenly, Ryan darted from the kitchen, me close at his heels. We dove for the remote at the same time.
"Give it to me." Ryan ordered, tugging the black remote in his direction.
"Go watch upstairs." I jerked at the remote in both of our hands.
"No, you go watch upstairs." he took a mighty tug. It slipped from my fingers and Ryan attempted juggling it before it hit the ground. But it did. The remote cracked in half and the pad of soft buttons skidded across the hardwood. "Nice going, Ryan. This television doesn't work without the remote."
I stormed back into the kitchen just as the doorbell rang. I took a U-Turn beating Ryan to the double doors, assuming it was Zeke.
"You guys have a broken remote I hear?" a wrinkly man stood at the door. I looked over his shoulder to see a beige truck sitting in our driveway. He was holding a silver toolbox.
"I... um..." my brows knit together in confusion. Ryan had totally and completely ruined everything only thirty seconds before.
"Hurry up!" Ryan pushed me to the side, letting in the repairman. "The first episode of Pleasantville is in like, two seconds." he was jumping on his toes as if he really had to use the bathroom.
The repairman bent over, turning on the television to nothing but a black and white snowstorm. He grinned as he opened his toolbox. "So... you're a Pleastville fan, eh?" he pulled out a silver remote with only three red buttons on it. He placed it on the coffee table. "What's your favorite episode?"
Without hesitation, Ryan answered.
"Loser." I muttered, rolled my eyes, and snatched the remote off of the table. Ryan helped the repairman to the door.
"Have a good night now, ya hear?" he shuffled back to his van.
As soon as Ryan re-entered the living room, I turned on the television. The screen was pasty white. "What the hell?" I asked, jumping up and standing over the screen. Ryan joined me.
He examined the flatscreen closely. Just as it began vibrating. He elbowed me. "Whatever you're doing to the screen, stop it."
"I'm not doing anything." I defended myself as the TV screen took on a hot pink color. "What are you doing?" I asked. The television went from burnt orange to lime green. It violently shook. "Ryan..." I asked cautiously, backing up from the television.
From pink to orange to green then back again. Over and over. The patterns picked up speed. Pink, orange, green, pink, orange, green...
Then complete darkness. And I mean everything.
"Sara Estelle... Sara Estelle, darling..." I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. I flicked open my eyes to see a television set before me. I turned my head to the right to see a pasty white hand on my shoulder. And a panicked Ryan.
"What's taking so long, sweetheart?" I heard a voice coming from another room.
"Is something wrong, Sara Estelle?" Islowly turned to see a smiling woman with a mouse brown bob remove her hand from my shoulder. "Breakfast is getting cold. Come along." she quickly exited.
"What the hell is going on?" I leaned over and whispered. We were sitting on ablue couch wrapped in plastic. "Why is everything balck and whiteincluding the people?" I clenched my jaw.
"Sharpay..." Ryan's eyes widened as he stared at thesmall TV set in front of us. "Don't freak out, okay? They're not like that around here."
"Who's not like that? What do you mean, around here?" my heartbeat picked up. "Ryan... what's going on?"
"My name's not Ryan here, Sharpay, it's Roger. I... I think we're in Pleasantville."
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