|New York Minute in a Freaky Friday
Author: Cecil Jacobson PM
A fanfic involving the characters of Freaky Friday and New York Minute.Rated: Fiction T - English - Friendship - Chapters: 3 - Words: 2,337 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 12-31-09 - Published: 01-04-08 - id: 3990990
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A/N: This is a fanfic combining the 2 fantastic movies, Freaky Friday and New York Minute. It is not a mysterious weird mind-swapping incident like what happened in Freaky Friday, but rather, concentrates on crossover interaction among some of the best and most memorable characters of these 2 movies.
Disclaimer : I do not own these 2 movies, or any of their characters.
Roxy Ryan unpacked her bag and examined the items she had brought along to her relatives' house. Among the items which she brought from her home in Nassau County Long Island were her spare clothes which mostly consisted of band t-shirts and jeans, were her iPod, a copy of her band Zen Riot's CD, as well as a pair of drumsticks. She twirled the drumsticks in the air with adept skill and played on imaginary drums. Then she realized that there were no actual drums in this house for her to practice on. Oh well, she thought, and placed the drumsticks back into her bag.
It was the summer break, and Roxy had grudgingly accompanied her father to Santa Monica, California. He had to attend an important medical convention for approximately slightly more than a week. Her sister, Jane, was away in England, attending a 4-year scholarship course in Oxford University. Roxy recalled their peculiar and intriguing adventures a few weeks ago, which deviated from their usual monotonous routine of attending school (or rather, for her, added interesting variations to her class-skipping activities). On that particularly wacky day, she and her sister were literally running and driving circles around Manhattan, dodging their old and new adversaries and encountering numerous comical situations. But most important, she had gained understanding and won substantial respect from even her perfectionist sister when she filled in for her during first few minutes of speech at the scholarship competition at Columbia University while Jane was scrambling there to make it on time like her future depended on it. "Yea it was one freaking awesome day!" Roxy declared.
After a while, the inevitable feeling of boredom crept in. Her father was out in the city for his conference as usual and would only be back earliest in the evening. Maybe she should call Trey Lipton, but he was probably too busy at a Congress after-party with his mom. How about Jane? Nope she was possibly and thought she should go for a stroll round the neighborhood. Although she was quite familiar with bigger cities like LA, she had seldom been to smaller suburban towns like Santa Monica before, and thus was still somewhat hazy on their layouts.
Roxy got off the couch and put on her red cap, which supplemented her usual rocker outfit of black Metallica t-shirt, and tattered blue jeans. She stuffed her mobile phone and iPod into her pocket,
before heading for the door.
After stepping out of the main door into the porch, Roxy peered at the street ahead. Being the holidays, most people were either at home or on vacation, and the road was generally empty. A breeze of refreshing cool air slightly ruffled her wavy dirty-blonde hair, which was kept mostly in place by her red cap, as she walked towards the gate. She decided some music from her iPod would complement her neighborhood exploration.
No sooner had she put on the earplugs of the iPod, when an unfamiliar tune began to tingle her ears. Roxy thought her iPod must have developed an artificial intelligence of its own and composed its own special breed of new music, when she realized that it was not even switched on. She took off the earplugs and observed the sounds from the surroundings. The music seemed to be made up of electric guitar melodies and bass notes, and fast drumming. It sounded like a garage band was active nearby. She followed the music until she arrived at a house two units away, which she deduced was its likeliest source. True enough, the infectious tunes were streaming out of its closed garage. Roxy stopped and listened. It sounded like sort of the same kind of song her own band would play back home in New York. In fact, the guitar strumming not only rivaled, but perhaps, sounded way better than that of her own band.