Fan Fiction

Time Of Your Life, part 1
By Frosty

Fry walked into his penthouse apartment one dreary Saturday afternoon. Exactly seven years ago, to the day, was the last time he saw Leela. As much as he tried to erase that day from his memory, he couldn’t. It would be singed into his brain for as long as he lived. It all started after Lars had died and Fry broke up with Colleen. He and Leela began reaching out to each other, hoping to heal the pain they were both feeling. To her surprise, Leela began finding herself falling in love with Fry. Especially since he changed his looks. After his disastrous opera, Fry started playing the guitar and picked it up quickly. Soon, he dyed his hair black and no longer wore it spiked up, but down over his face. He also threw out his ratty old clothes, and traded them for new jeans, black shirts, high-tops, and black mesh wristbands. After a few weeks, Leela agreed to go out on one date with him, and afterwards, she invited him back into her apartment. About a month went by and they grew even closer. But then, that day came. Fry remembered her icy words and how afterwards, he felt as if he’d been shot. Leela came over to his apartment, took his hand, and looked him in the eyes.

“Listen Fry,” she said as nicely as she could, “I’m sorry, but it’s just not working out.”

When he didn’t respond, Leela kissed him one last time and left.

Fry was grateful that he had been saving money in the bank. That day, he packed up everything he owned, rented a hotel room, and bought five six packs of beer. After being locked in the room for three days, and finishing all the beer in two, he got on a ship and moved to Los Angles. That’s where he met Steve.

Steve Shockley owned a small music store, that use to be his dad’s before he retired. Steve played drums and bass, and was looking for his big break. Fry walked in one day, looking for a job, and they became instant friends. Steve, as Fry found out, was from the year 2002, so they had a lot in common. Since the shop wasn’t that busy, Steve and Fry spent most of their time listening or playing music. There was barely any arguing over what to listen too, since they both like the same music. AC/DC, Areosmith, Iron Madden Poison, Nirvana, Green Day, Alkaline Trio, and other rock and punk bands. Fry learned how to play bass and drums from Steve, and the two of them decided to start a band. One night, the two of them were out at a bar after work, and that’s where they met Mike.

Mike Harris was a bartender at a small, dingy little bar in LA, who played bass and piano. Knowing that they would need another guitar player, Fry, Steve, and Mike started searching local bars and clubs looking for a final band member. At a small club called The Modern Exchange, they met Buddy. Buddy Adkins worked at the local Home Depot and spent his nights listening to hard rock while playing his guitar. A few weeks later, the four of them had their first band practice.

Now seven years later, and three million records sold, Fry was watching his friends going steady with their girlfriends, getting engaged, and getting married. Steve had gotten married five years ago, and Fry was the best man at his wedding. Now, Steve had a three year old daughter named Iris. Mike, had a long term girlfriend, and Buddy had a fiancée. Fry was the only single one left. Although, he did have a stalker. Her name was Skyler Sims, he knew that from the number of cards and balloons she sent him. And some how, she found out his cell number and called him at least three times a day. As creepy and disturbing as it was, it was nice to know that someone loved him.

Hearing a noise, he walked across the room and looked at his pet iguana.

“Hey Taylor.” he said.

Taylor looked at Fry, then at a picture of Leela that was next to his cage, and then back at Fry. He sighed and shook his head.

“Yeah, I’m still thinking about her.”

Fry swore that iguana could read him mind sometimes. Hearing his cell phone ring from across the room, he looked at the clock on the wall.

Right on time he thought.

Flipping the phone open, he held it away from his ear and heard a loud, high-pitched scream. Fry had learned not to put the phone up to his ear after Skyler had almost deafened him. About three minutes later, there was a click and Fry closed his phone. Shaking his head, he walked into his kitchen, got himself a beer, and plopped down on his leather couch. Hitting the answering machine, he started rummaging through the couch for the TV remote. The first message was from a music store, asking if he would make an appearance at their store. The next message was from his agents, April and Marshall, telling him that there would be a meeting Monday about their new tour. By this time, he had found the remote, and he took a sip of his beer. That’s when he heard the third message and almost spit out his drink. Slowly, he turned his head, listening to the familiar voice.

“Hey Fry,” the message started, “it’s me, Leela.”

Leela? He hadn’t seen her in seven years, why was she calling him?

“I’ve really missed you.” she said.

Fry shook his head. What? She misses me?

The message continued playing, and Leela left her number, asking him to call her back as soon as he could. Fry slumped in his seat. He listened to the message five more times before picking up his phone. But, he waited a few minutes before pressing the first number. Then, he waited again. You would think that after seven years, he would of accepted the fact that she broke up with him. But no. Fry thought about her everyday; when he woke up, while he had band practice, and before he went to bed. He sighed and put the phone down, before laying on the couch.

“At this rate, it’ll be another seven years before I talk to her.” he thought out loud.

No, he couldn’t let that happen. Hands trembling, he picked up the phone.

Across the country in New. New York, Leela was sitting in her apartment. She had called Fry two hours ago, and was praying that he would call her back soon. As she thought that, the phone rang. Leela felt her hands sweating and shaking as she reached for the phone. Taking a deep breath, she answered it.

“Hello?” she said, sounding less nervous than she actually was.

“Hi, Leela?”


“It’s me, Fry.”

Leela felt her heart beating a hundred miles an hours as Fry spoke.

“Oh, hey Fry.” she replied, trying to keep herself calm. “What’s up?”

“Uh, you called me?” he said.

“Oh, right.”

She mentally cursed herself.

“Leela, is everything okay? Something you need to talk to me about? I mean, you sounded upset when you called me.”

Leela took a deep breath and closed her eye.

“Yeah, there is something.”

She looked at a picture of herself and Fry. It was when they were still together, before he left.

“I want to see you.” she finally said.

“Have fun on your trip Leela.” Amy said as Leela got in to her car Thursday after work. Fry had told Leela to come out to LA so they could see each other, and Leela was about to leave for the train station.

“Say ‘Hi’ to Fry for us.”

“I will Amy. See you guys in a few days.” Leela replied waving, just as the engine turned over.

After a short drive, Leela pulled up to Grand Central Station and got on the train. Taking her seat, she felt the train begin to leave the station. She reached in her bag and pulled out a small photo album that held pictures of her and Fry, all from when they were together. Fry had given it to her while they were dating, just out of the blue. Smiling, she flipped through each page slowly, remembering all the great times they had. One picture was of Fry carrying her in his arms, and one was of him playing his guitar. She kept looking through it and finally found her favorite picture of the two of them. It was on their one month anniversary, and Fry had taken her to a planet in the far regions of the galaxy, where there was nothing but grass and flower fields for as far as the eye could see, stretching all the way out to the horizon. There was a clear blue sky with a few fluffy clouds, and a bright sun. Fry had planned a romantic picnic for the two of them, along with bringing his acoustic guitar, and he serenaded her with love songs. Leela loved the whole thing. They spent the whole day there, and just as the sun was setting, Fry got down on one knee, revealing a small velvet box. Inside, was a silver ring with a diamond. Leela couldn’t believe it. She did love him, she loved him more than anything, but she just wasn’t ready to take that step with him yet. They had only been dating a month, and he was already asking her to marry him. Leela broke up with him a few weeks later. It was the last thing she wanted to do, but they kept arguing over the fact that she said “No”. Every day; while they were walking to work, while they were at work, Fry even brought it up if they were out on a date. Finally it just became too much, and Leela wanted to take a break. She didn’t plan to break up with him for good, she was going to get back together with him after he calmed down. But after he ran away, she didn’t know what to do.

Leela was pulled from her thoughts when the conductor announced their arrival. The trip took less than 20 minutes, thanks to the modern marvels of the 31st century. She put the photo album back in her bag and picked up her small suitcase before getting off the train and hailing a cab.

Fry had given her his address over the phone, and she looked up at the large building, not believing that he lived here. After paying the driver, she took the elevator upstairs and soon stood outside Fry’s door. Taking a deep breath, she knocked twice, waiting for a answer.

A half hour earlier, just as Leela was leaving Planet Express to go to the train station, Fry was standing out on his balcony, smoking a cigarette. The October air was cool, causing Fry to rub his arms. He looked down at all his tattoos. On his left arm, he had a full sleeve tattoo of New. New York’s skyline on his bicep, and Robot Hell underneath the skyline, on his forearm. His right arm had a picture of a Gibson Les Paul under his forearm, a small red and black star right under his index finger knuckle, and a Celtic tribal tattoo around his bicep. But that wasn’t it. On his chest, he had the Green Day heart grenade, over his own heart. Then, he had one more tattoo, one that no one knew about. He had Leela’s name tattooed on his right hipbone, right below his stomach. He got it there so no one would know he had it.

Leela, he thought, oh boy.

She would be there soon, and he still had no idea what he was going to say to her. Putting out his cigarette, he walked back inside and closed the door to his balcony, just as there was a knock at the front door. Taking a deep breath, he opened it.

Saints and Sinners was the local hangout for Fry and his buddies. They always were taken back to the VIP room and spent their time partying into the early morning after band practice or shows. They would laugh, have a few beers, and maybe have some whisky shots. But tonight, Fry wasn’t there with his friends and he wasn’t there to party. There was no show tonight, and band practice had been over hours ago. Tonight, he was there with Leela.

Once she arrived at his place, Fry suggested that they go out for something to eat, and maybe have a few drinks. She agreed, and Fry changed out of his tee-shirt and into a short sleeve button down grey shirt with black pinstripes, but kept his skinny black jeans on. While he was changing, Leela could only thing about how different he was. He was thinner, had a small bit of black hair on his chin, he had tattoos and ear piercing. Plus, he had this huge apartment. Leela looked around trying to figure out how much bigger it was than hers, and she ended up guessing it was about four times bigger than hers. At least. His carpet was grey and the walls were a chrome looking color with red and black stripes. In front of his large leather sectional, he had a electric fireplace, and a big screen TV above it and next to the fireplace was the door leading out to his balcony. Leela noticed on the wall was covered with framed pictures of his band, along with framed CD covers. She also noticed the plaques with gold records, and some guitars in glass cases, mounted on the wall. Obviously his prize possessions. One guitar caught her eye, and she noticed it was the same guitar that was tattooed on his arm.

After Fry changed, they got in his car, a black Ford Mustang, and left his apartment. Once at Saints and Sinners, the two of them were taken back to the VIP room and sat on one of the rounded couches with a table in front of them. After ordering food and drinks, Fry felt himself starting to relax, and leaned back. Leela looked around and noticed that there were only about six other people in the room with them.

“Always this crowded?” she teased.

Fry smiled and laughed a little, looking around the room. “It’s a Thursday night. Tomorrow and Saturday it’ll be packed.”

He reached for his beer, and shifted in his seat.

“I’m really glad you called me. I’ve missed you.”

Leela barely heard him. He was looking directly in her eye, and Leela could feel herself getting woozy, as the memories came flooding back. Late nights, staying up cuddling on the couch, and Fry holding her, looking her in the eye, saying that he loved her. Finally, she managed to smile.

“I’ve missed you too.” she answered smiling.

Around 11:00, Fry and Leela were the only ones left in the VIP room. Both had finally loosened up completely, and were enjoying each others company. Neither of them had brought up their past relationship, and neither of them wanted to. Fry was leaning back in his seat, with his left arm on the back of the couch. Leela was close to him, but not too close. She placed her hand on his arm and looked at the picture of Robot Hell on his arm, laughing.

“What, you don’t like it?” he asked.

“No, I do. I think they give you a dangerous side.”

Fry smiled and put down his empty bottle. He noticed that Leela hadn’t taken her hand off of his arm and she soon began moving her hand up and down his arm, going under the sleeve of his shirt and on his shoulder. Fry felt his heart skip a beat, and watched as Leela scooted closer to him. He did the same and put his hand on her arm just as their lips met. They kissed softly for a few seconds and Fry pulled away. He looked in her eye and realized just how much he loved her. Leela was thinking the same exact thing, and wished she had never broken his heart all those years ago. Fry placed his left hand on her waist and his right one up to her face, drawing her closer. Leela grabbed his shirt and kissed him passionately. She moved her hands up his chest, up his shoulders and neck, and finally into his hair. Fry pulled away and they both gasped for breath, then chuckled.

“You wanna get out of here?” Fry asked.

When Leela looked back on this day years later, she realized something. Not only did she surprise Fry with her answer, but she also surprised herself.

“Yeah, lets go back to your place.”

The thing that Fry couldn’t believe was that she answered without hesitation.

Fry woke up when he heard his alarm go off. Turning his head, he looked at the digital red numbers that read 9:30 AM. He sighed and closed his eyes, steadily breathing. He had no desire to get up, seeing that he was unbelievably comfortable, for some reason. He was also warm in his bed under the covers, but he knew that he would have to get up sooner or later. They had a show later that night and he had to get ready. Deciding he needed to get up, he tried to sit up in bed. But for some reason, he couldn’t. it was like something, or maybe someone was pinning him down.

What the hell? He thought trying to sit back up.

“Good morning.” a voice next to him said.

Turning his head, he finally realized why he wouldn’t get up. Leela was in bed with him. Her left arm was across his chest, her head on his collar bone, and her feet entwined with his. Fry smiled as Leela traced the tattoo on his chest with her finger.

“Morning.” he said as Leela sat up, keeping the blanket wrapped around her. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yes, what about you?”


Fry stretched out his arms, and yawned. He sat up and rubbed his eyes before turning on the bedside lamp, as he replayed the events of the night before. . . .

Leela had left her bags at Fry’s before they went out, and Fry was planning on taking her to her hotel afterwards. But instead, once Fry closed the door, he gently pulled her closer and hugged her for a long time. When she looked up, Fry kissed her, holding her close. They stood there for a while before Leela started unbuttoning his shirt. Fry pinned her up against the wall and kissed her neck as she moved from his shirt to his belt buckle. But he picked Leela up and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her into his room. Once they fell on the bed, and Leela started unzipping his jeans, something clicked in Fry’s brain.

Don’t do this, you’re moving way to fast. Who knows, she might regret this in the morning.

Fry pulled away and sat on the edge of the bed. Leela looked at him, obviously confused and sat next to him, taking his arm.

“What’s wrong?”

He sighed and looked in her eye.

“Leela, I think we’re moving way to fast here. I mean, we haven’t seen each other in seven years, and I don’t want to do something that we might regret just because we’re in the heat of the moment. You know?”

Leela thought about it for a few seconds and finally shook her head, smiling.

“I understand.”

She kissed his cheek, and Fry rubbed the back of his neck before smiling at her.

“Lets just get some rest.” Leela said standing up. “I’m gonna go change.”


Fry watched Leela walk out of the room and he smiled, happy he did the right thing. He stood up and opened his dresser drawer, before getting his pajama pants out and changing into them. He was about to get another blanket and pillow, so he could go sleep on the couch, letting Leela have his bed, but when she walked in, wearing her pink nightgown, she playfully pushed him on his back before giving him a light kiss and laying down next to him.

“Goodnight Fry.”

“So what do you have planned today?” Leela asked, pulling Fry out of his trance like state.

“Oh, well, I’ve got band practice at noon, and there’s a show at 8:00.”

“Mind if I come along?” Leela asked, even though she already knew what the answer was going to be. Fry smiled and pulled her closer.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Fry and Leela walked into Saints and Sinners around 10:30 that night. After a two hour band practice, the two of them went to the Hard Rock Café for a late lunch before going back to Fry’s apartment. They hung out until six before getting picked up by the limo and going to the concert. During the show, Leela sat in the front row with Steve’s wife Sara, Mike’s girlfriend Audrey, and Buddy’s fiancé Jessica. After a two hour show, Fry showered and changed out of his black collard shirt and tie into a cKy shirt before meeting Leela outside and getting in the limo. From there, they met everyone at Saints and Sinners.

The two walked in holding hands and once again were taken back to the VIP room. There they saw everyone sitting on the rounded couch with drinks already on the table.

“Hey guys.” Fry said.

Everyone waved and Fry sat down with Leela before introducing her to everyone.

“Leela, this is Steve, Sara, Mike, Audrey, Buddy, and Jessica.”

Steve had dirty blond hair, a rough beard, blue eyes, and a earring on his left ear. His wife Sara had black hair that came down just below her earlobes, had brown eyes, and wore leather pants with a matching sleeveless top. Next to her was Audrey who had long light brown hair pulled back in a ponytail, wore jeans, and a black and red striped tank top. Mike had black hair spiked up with frosted tips, had green eyes, wore a black and sleeveless shirt with black jeans. Buddy had short brown hair, wore glasses, and had on a black tee-shirt and blue jeans. His fiancé Jessica had blond hair, that she wore down and wore a dark green top with skinny black jeans.

“Guys, this is Leela.”

Everyone greeted her and to her surprise, no one asked her about her eye. She guessed that Fry must of told them about her already. Leela watched as Fry grabbed two beers off of the table and handed her one, and then the eight of them started partying.

By midnight they were all completely wasted, and about three hours had gone by since then. They sat in a circle talking, and it always reminded Fry of That 70’s Show. He, Steve, Mike, and Buddy each picked up a shot and counted.

“One, two, three!” they all quickly drank them and cheered. Fry laughed and looked around at everyone.

“Oh my God!” he shouted, slurring his words, “I can like, feel all the molecules in my body! I’m gonna count them! One, two, three, four..”

Buddy started laughing and looked at where Jessica was sitting before she left. She had to go home since she wasn’t feeling too great, because she was sick a few days before.

“Hey, did I tell you guys, that I saw Jessica, sick, without makeup. And it was like the freakiest thing I’ve ever seen!”

Mike and Audrey were laughing like crazy and so were Steve, Sara, and Leela, as Fry was counting the molecules in his body. His eyes were closed and they watched as he moved his hands, as if he was visioning them in the air. He opened his eyes once he got to 19, stared at his hands for a few seconds and finally smiled. “I have the biggest hands in the world!” he paused and remembered what he was doing a few seconds earlier. “Damnit! One, two, three…”

Steve, by this point had fallen out of his chair, and pulled himself back up with Sara‘s help.

“Hey Buddy you excited about getting married?” he asked once he was back in his seat.

Buddy shook his head before taking another drink. “Yeah, but I don’t know what I’m going to do if she’s sick. I mean, I cant even look at her.”

Fry had stopped counting and had his one arm around Leela.

“You know what Buddy? Jessica is, like my friend, and-and your shallow, and you know what else?“ He moved his arm from around Leela and held up his hands again “My hands are huge! They’re like boxing gloves! I am, the greatest!”

“Fry,” Sara said, slurring, “You’re drunk.”

“No I’m not. You are!”

“No you are.”


“She’s right Fry, you’re drunk.” Mike said.

“Well so are you!” Fry fired back.

They all were quiet for a few seconds before they started laughing.

“Hey, what are you guys gonna do for your tour?” Audrey asked. “I mean, gas prices are so high.”

‘Plus, the bus is a boat.” Sara added, laughing.

Fry shook his head. “I know it’s a boat. This whole thing bites.”

Steve rubbed his eyes. “Who’s getting a boat?”

Leela took another drink of her beer and tapped Fry’s shoulder.

“You know, I heard about this guy who invented this car, that runs on water.”

Steve looked at her and ran a hand through his hair. “So it is a boat.”

Leela looked at Fry, then shook her head. “No it’s a car. Except you put water in the gas tank instead of gas. And it runs on water!”

Buddy was laughing his ass off and he finally settled down.

“I’ve never heard of this car!” he said, turning his attention back to Fry. “Hey, Jessica’s good for gas money.”

Fry stared at him for a few seconds before laughing. “You are such a whore.”

Everyone started laughing again, and Fry fell out of his chair. Leela helped him up and he checked his watch.

“Oh man, it’s almost 3:30.”

“The dark 3:30?” Mike asked.

“Yeah, I guess we should get going. They’re gonna be closing soon.”

After short limo ride to Fry’s, a drunken Fry and Leela stumbled into the apartment and crashed on the bed.

Leela woke up the next morning and noticed that she was still in her regular clothes. The clock read 11:00 AM and she stretched her arms out as she gathered up some clean clothes and walked into Fry’s bathroom. To her surprise her head wasn’t killing her, since after a night of partying, she had a feeling they would be suffering a massive hangover. After taking a hot shower, Leela toweled off and changed into her clothes and ran a brush through her hair before going back into the bedroom. She looked at Fry, who was still sleeping soundly, and she saw that he hadn’t even moved since she got up. Smiling, she brushed his hair back and kissed his cheek, and walked into the kitchen and getting a cup of coffee. She noticed the empty beer bottles on the counter, Fry’s guitars in the corner of the living room with old sneakers, and looking in the fridge, there was beer, Slurm, pizza and other junk food.

Men, she thought smirking.

Deciding to give herself a tour of his apartment, Leela walked around and found three doors down a short hall way. The first on just had a washer and dryer, with piles of dirty tee-shirts and jeans all over the floor. The second one had a treadmill and a bench press along with a small TV. Walking into the third room, Leela found a large desk, and more guitars. On his desk he had his laptop, some papers, and some picture frames.

Leela sat down in his chair and picked up the first picture. It was a picture of Fry wearing a tux with Steve and Sara on their wedding day. The next one was of Fry sitting holding a baby in his arms. The word Godfather was engraved across the top of the silver frame. Smiling, she put it down and picked up the next one. Then, her eye went wide. It was of her and Fry, on their wedding day, during the time skips. Leela traced the spikes that use to be in his hair with her fingertips, and then traced the lines of his face.

He looks so different, she thought.

They both looked so happy, but she remembered that it was only moments later that she ripped out his heart and stomped on it like a nerds face. She looked at the large diamond ring that was on her finger with a smaller gold that met it. She stared at it for a long time until a voice interrupted her thoughts.

“So, were you up late poking through my desk?”

Leela looked up and saw Fry leaning against the door frame, still in his jeans.

“No” she said, smiling “I was just looking at your pictures.”

Fry walked over and picked up the silver frame.

“That’s Iris,” he said “Steve and Sara’s daughter.”

“She’s adorable.”

“Yeah, she was.”

“Was?” Leela asked.

“Still is.” Fry said, realizing what that must of sounded like. “That was taken three years ago though. But she’s a handful that’s for sure.”

He smiled and put down the picture. “I take care of here maybe, two times a month.”

He looked at the frame Leela was holding in her hands. Knowing that he wanted it, she handed it to him, and watched him stare at it for a few seconds before sighing.

“Amy found it, and sent it to me.” he paused and Leela swore that tears were forming in his eyes. “She said that she had a feeling that I wanted it. Along with these.”

He opened one of the drawers and pulled out a small velvet box. Inside were three rings; a diamond one, and two wedding bands. They were the same ones they were wearing in the picture.

“Did you want it?” Leela asked, her voice a whisper.

Fry put the box down and looked at her. When he spoke, his voice was also a whisper. “More than anything.”

Leela knew that he wasn’t talking about the picture. Without another word, they both gave into everything that they were feeling and began to lean in closer. Their noses brushed slightly as their lips got closer, and closer.

They were inches apart, when the doorbell rang. Leela turned her head, blushing slightly, and Fry sighed. But they both couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Fry answer the door!”

Fry rolled his eyes. “Steve.”

The two of them walked out into the living room, and then heard someone yelling at Steve.

“Don’t yell at him. He’s probably still sleeping.”

Ah, good ol’ Sara. Fry thought.

Fry answered the door and smiled. “Hey guys.”

“Hey dude come on! We’ve got plans today!”

“What?” Fry asked, scratching his head.

Steve sighed, “We said that we were gonna go four wheeling while Sara goes shopping. Hey, Leela could go with her.”

Fry turned his head. “What do you think? I bet you two will get along really well.”

Leela thought about it for a second and then shook her head. “Yeah, okay lets go.”

Around 1:00, Leela and Sara stopped at a small sandwich shop for lunch and sat outside.

“So how did you and Steve meet?” Leela asked.

Sara took a sip of her ice tea before speaking.

“Well, it was about a year after Fry moved out here. I was working in the same bar as Mike as a waitress, and he said that two of his buddies were coming over. The bar was already closed, and we were just cleaning up, but Mike let Steve and Fry in.”

“Couldn’t you two gotten fired for that?”

“Probably,” Sara said “But I was tired and didn’t really care. Then, being the idiots they were-and still are mind you- they decided to play ‘Maniac Pool’”

“Wait, what’s ‘Maniac Pool’?”

Sara put her hand up to her face and sighed. “It’s like regular pool, except when someone’s shooting, you either push, shove, or tackle them.”

Leela shook her head and laughed. “Oh God.”

“So, they were playing, and Steve was up to shoot. Then, both Fry and Mike sacked him, forcing him across the room, right into the juke box.”

“Was he okay?”

Sara shook her head as she took a bite of her sandwich. “Yeah, he just got a small bump on the head. But I was the one who helped him up while Fry and Mike laughed. But yeah, that’s the story of how we met. Romantic huh?”

Leela laughed and took a sip of her drink. “So is it hard being married to a rock star?” she asked.

“Some times. I mean, I love Steve to death, but sometimes I just want to whack him with a frying pan.”

“You know, I once threw a frying pan at Fry once?” Leela said.

“You did?”

“Yeah, it was during work, and we were arguing over something. I don’t even remember what.”

Sara gave her a look and Leela put her hands up in defense.

“What? I missed him, but it sure got his attention.”

Sara laughed and shook her head. “I bet he deserved it. But all in all, he’s a great guy.”

Leela smiled. “Yeah, he is.”

About a hour later, Fry walked into Steve’s house, covered from head to toe in mud. Steve was as bad as Fry and he looked at their clothes.

“Sara is gonna freak.” he said, turning the door knob.

“Yeah, I know.”

They walked inside and found Leela and Sara sitting on the couch talking. They both looked up and sighed. “We should of known this would happen.” Sara told Leela.

“What?” Fry and Steve said, innocently.

“Oh, guys, be careful. That rug is brand new don’t you dare step on it.” Sara said walking up to them.

Steve looked at the rug and then Fry, before taking a step forward, getting his muddy shoes on the nice white rug.

“What’s wrong with you, don’t step on the rug!” Sara shouted as she pushed Steve away.


“Don’t step on the rug!”

Fry laughed as Sara started rolling up the rug. Then, he stepped on it, making Steve laugh.

“Get off there Fry.”

Sara didn’t notice, but Steve had laid down on the rug.

“Lets do sit ups.”

Sara turned and saw Steve and then Fry laying on their backs, doing sit ups on the rug, getting mud all over it.

“You want me to get a frying pan?” Leela asked half jokingly.

Sara smiled and Fry stood up. “Okay, okay.”

“You two go clean up, you’re making a huge mess!”

The two of them made there way to the separate bathrooms.

“You see what I have to live with?” Sara said.

Leela just laughed in response.

“So, did you and Sara have fun today?”

Fry and Leela were back at his apartment having dinner. Leela had been quiet most of the night, since she got a phone call saying that she would have to come back to New. New York the next day. But it didn’t really matter since Fry was leaving the day after to go on tour.

“Yeah,” Leela said, “I’m glad I went. Sara’s really nice.”

Fry smiled and shook his head. They were both quiet for a few minutes before Fry spoke.

“I’m really gonna miss you.” he said quietly.

“I know, and I’m gonna miss you too.”

“I-uh-I got something for you.”

“You did?”

Fry shook his head and stood up. “I’ll be right back.”

He walked into his office and came back out with a black acoustic guitar.

“I want you to have this.”

After handing it to her Fry kissed her cheek. Leela smiled and took his hand.

“Thank you.”

The next day at the train station, Fry and Leela were sitting in his car.

“So, I’ll call you?” Fry said.

“You better.” she teased.

Fry smiled and felt Leela squeeze his hand. Looking at her, Fry leaned in and kissed her.

“I’ll see you when I come to New. New York.”

“Okay, bye Fry.”

They kissed again before Leela got out of the car, releasing his hand at the last minute. Fry watched Leela wave to him before disappearing in the crowd.

To be continued. . . .