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Fillmore! College Level	By : MysticWitchRini Category: +1 through F > Fillmore! Views: 3027 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Fillmore! belongs to the Disney co. I have no access to money from this and i do not stand to profit from it. I do not own anything on this fic.

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hey everyone i know it's been a while since i posted a story but this one has become my baby so i am working on it
Ok so the main premise is that i was watching Fillmore and i wanted to make a college version so i could add some adult themes
So this is! Enjoy
Chapter 1
            A small town in Tennessee is now home to a young man. In his small house he steps out with a backpack slung over his shoulder. His brown hair laid over his slightly tanned skin. He wore a red coat and blue jeans as he opened his mailbox. He flipped through several bills before a smile moves over his lips. He rips it open and pulls out the letter. In his mind he hears the voice of his best friend as he reads:

Dear Wayne,

            Greetings from your old hometown man. Sorry I haven’t written you yet but things are pretty busy here at the Safety Patrol.
            Wayne smiled at the thought of his old university. XU or X University was one of the largest colleges in the world. Nearly half a million students moved into the university every fall. Wayne was there nearly 5 years when he met Fillmore, his former partner. He walked across the street from his home and made his way to his new university as he continued to read:
            What with the best officer on the force having moved away to Tennessee, by the way, I’m talking about you. A lot of stuff’s gone down since you left, thought I would tell you about it – last time we saw each other I caught you saying your goodbyes to the school.
            Wayne smiled and thought back to that day feeling his heart twang at the thought of saying good-bye to his best friend. Outside of the large X University campus building Wayne stood by his old beat up Cadillac. He took a deep breath as a voice comes from behind him. “You’ve come to pay your last respects?”
Wayne turned and looked at his best friend and partner. Cornelius Fillmore was one of the most loyal and true blue people he had ever met. Standing 6’4 with light chocolate skin, it was no wonder Fillmore had a troubled past. One look at the young man would intimidate anyone. His circle glasses were perked on the bridge of his nose showing off his brown eyes that were sad at the thought of losing his best friend. He wore a dark green shirt and blue jeans with a bright orange belt around his chest and waist. “My mom went to stock up on my favorite brand of beet juice if you can believe that. They don’t have it down in Tennessee. Just came to take a last look you know. Think about all the jams you used to get us into.”
Fillmore chuckled crossing his arms over his chest. “Excuse me? We wouldn’t have been in half those jams if it wasn’t for your always having to do things by the book.”
Wayne smirked at the young man. “You threw out my book.” He said matter of factly as Fillmore chuckled and stepped over.
“Well I don’t like rules Wayne.”
Wayne snorted as he straightened up. “I got a beer in the back if you want one.”
Fillmore raised an eyebrow and shook his head. “I never liked the taste of beer. Hard liquor is my thing. Besides you got a long way to drive and you shouldn’t be drinking.”
Wayne chuckled and took his spot on leaning on the door of the car again. “This coming from the guy who spent 2 years completely liquored up when you first got here.”
Fillmore smirks as he rubs his baldhead. “Well I didn’t want to come here but my parents wanted me to so…”
Wayne smiles softly. “I know Fillmore there’s no need to tell me. Besides I know your life story. So you got anyone in mind for a new roommate?”
Fillmore shrugs. “I told Raycliff that it could be male or female. I asked anyone if they wanted to stay with me. Vallejo hates sharing, Tahama and Anza are a couple so I didn’t bother asking them, and Danny… well you know what he’s like.”
Wayne shudders. “Could you imagine what living with him would be like?”
Fillmore smiles. “He’s nice but none too bright.”
There was a moment of silence that hung between the two young men. They had been best friends for the last 4 years and now the better half of them was leaving. “You know I was thinking of something when I was driving here. I thought about when I asked you to change your life.”
Fillmore looked over at Wayne and smiled very slightly. “Yea… I was pretty mean wasn’t I?”
Wayne snorted. “Even Vallejo thought I was crazy for asking you. But now… I am leaving everything I have worked for these last 9 years.”
Fillmore smiles. “That reminds me.” He reaches into his bag that was loped around his shoulder. He pulls out a large green book and holds it out to Wayne. “Safety Patrol Official Guidelines, Regulations, and Mission Overview. Twelfth Edition.”
Wayne’s eyes widen as he took it. “Brand new…” He trailed off as Fillmore grins.
“You’re gonna need it. I did some research and I found out that your new school has one of the best Safety Patrols in the Country.” Fillmore pulls out some papers from the bag as well. “Here’s your transfer. I had Vallejo call up the caption down there and we set the whole thing up. Oh… and your gonna need this.” Fillmore pulls out a matching orange belt.
Wayne took the papers and the belt smiling brightly. “Thanks Fillmore for everything.” He gently hugged Fillmore before letting go. Wayne put the stuff onto his seat before climbing in. Fillmore watched as Wayne drove off. Fillmore sighed deeply and walked inside the school. Fillmore’s voice continued to read the letter while inside the school a young woman with ink black ear length hair walked towards a locker.
“And just as you split XU got a new arrival. Ingrid Third.”
The young woman turned and looked at the students as they stared at her. She raised an eyebrow adjusting her form fitting black dress. Her backpack matched her dress while she turned and went to open her locker. Suddenly out of the locker popped out a very perky and very loud blonde cheerleader. “HI!” She giggles as Ingrid takes a step back. “Surprised yea! I’m Sherry Shotwell with the X University welcome wagon! Welcome Ingrid Third!”
Ingrid looked around nervously. “Uh… hi… thank you?” Sherry hands her a large basket with different goodies in it. “Can you tell me why all the kids are looking at me like-“
“Like you transferred from lameville? Sure first your new, second you do dress differently, third it’s only a matter of time before kids find out you’re the smartest kid in school. Yea I looked at your transcript.” Ingrid felt an overwhelming urge to hit herself. Why did she even ask? This girl was irritating and grading on her already frazzled nerves. It was her first day at this impossibly large school and it was not starting off well. She hadn’t been able to find an affordable apartment or vacant dorm room that she could move into so for now she had to stay with her father and sister. Which cramped her independence. At 27 she wanted to live on her own or atleast with a friend. Her father had asked her to go to XU instead of her old school since it was just him and her sister at home. She had reluctantly decided to come home. Atleast to the place that her father called home for the last year. Sherry reached into the basket and pulled out a cookie. “Now here’s an X shaped cookie. It’s XU-licious! I’ll see you at the intro later today soooooo longsies.” Sherry said in a singsong voice.
Ingrid raised an eyebrow. “Intro?” She sighed and bit into the cookie before dumping everything into her locker and slamming it shut. This was already turning into a shit day. She walked down the hall towards Principal Folsom’s office. She had been told to meet with them before she started class, which made no sense to her. Most universities had Dean’s not real principals. But XU seems to be different in every sense of the word. There were posters for everything from a free-style chess team and Model Train Club to the Flower Club and other various other clubs. Many of which Ingrid had never heard of. She knew this school was big but damn! To have such obscure clubs it had to be huge! She sighed heavily before turning a corner.
Across the school Fillmore steps into a room with the words on the window saying Safety Patrol Headquarters and Glee Club Annex. He stepped inside and hung up his coat seeing Anza leading a suspect away.
The Italian American had dark hair that was short with a set of curls on his forehead. His brown coat and dark pants made him look more intimidating. He turned and smirked at Fillmore. “Hey guys if it ain’t the lone wolf himself.”
Tahama was leaning against the desk. She was a gorgeous Asian American with black and purple streaked hair pulled into two long ponytails. She wore a purple shirt and blue jeans that hugged her curves. Anza and Tahama had been dating for 3 years now and were happy to serve as partners on the Safety Patrol. “Looks like the wolf’s days of being alone are numbered.” Tahama said giggling as Danny stepped over.
His Scottish roots were overcastted by his American roots. He wore a green shirt and brown pants with his brown shoes. His red hair was slightly spiked as he clamped his hand on Fillmore’s shoulder. “Don’t worry you’ll like your new partner just fine Fillmore.”
Fillmore’s eyes widen as he spun gripping Danny’s wrist tight. “What?!”
Danny’s eyes widen, as he stood rooted to the spot. “Vallejo has your new partner in his office… Please don’t shoot the messenger!”
Fillmore glares at him before walking past them and pushes open the door to Vallejo’s office. “No partners Vallejo… from now on I work solo.” He shuts the door as Vallejo was hanging one of his frames.
He was a Mexican American with a black buzz cut. He was on the heavier side as he sighed and rubbed his forehead. “Cornelius Fillmore… meet your new partner…” He gestured to the young man standing next to a very large man. The shorter man had ice blonde hair that was combed into a gelled back style. His clothes were pressed and coordinated perfectly. “Brad Parnassus and uh…”
Parnassus gestures to the big guy behind him who had short red hair and a slight hunch back to him. “Vud Graton my… at tashay. It’s a pleasure to meet you Cornelius.” He holds out his hand as Fillmore looks at his hand and glares at Vallejo.
“Vallejo maybe you’ve been listening to your Gaga too loud. So I’ll repeat myself. No… Partners. Hence forth, I go solo.” Vallejo glares. “Say one more word Fillmore… Because that will be academic suspension and you know what… I figure I need a little vacation from your attitude. One… more… word. Got me?” Fillmore went to argue more when Vallejo’s face darkened. “But!” Fillmore stopped and sighed before walking out slamming the door. All of the frames fell to the floor as Vallejo growls and yelled. “FILLMORE!”
Fillmore stepped out into the office as Tahama stepped over. “Fillmore it’s ok… Parnassus is an alright guy.” Fillmore walked past her and to his desk.
Anza sighs softly. “Look Fillmore… there’s no reason to get bent out of shape about this.”
Fillmore looks up at him. “Could you replace Tahama if she left the force?” Anza’s eyes widen before Tahama gently rested her hand on his chest.
He wrapped an arm around her. “No but that’s different and you know it. She’s my girlfriend and Wayne was your best friend.”
Fillmore snorts as he sits down. “He still is my best friend.” Anza sighs and pulls Tahama towards their desks as everyone went back to work. Fillmore took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.
Outside of Folsom’s office Ingrid stood waiting for something to happen. She sighed deeply and adjusted her dress. She noticed that several of the women at this school were rather well endowed. Ingrid barely was a mid B but she thought it was better than being a double D. Still a little more wouldn’t have hurt. A cart pulled up in front of her with two women and a man sitting in it. The man was driving as the two women sat in the back. The other woman had short blonde hair and had making being applied by the other woman.
The blonde wore a simple blue suit as the door of the cart opened. “Get in.” The blonde said as Ingrid stepped in.
“Are you Principal Folsom?”
The woman smiles. “Ingrid I don’t know you, but I’m mad like you.”
Ingrid raises an eyebrow. Ok… crazy school did need a crazy Principal. “Uh… Thanks… Did you just use the term mad… Principal Folsom?”
Folsom looked into the mirror. “Nope. I saw your transcript, you’re brilliant.” She turns to the woman grabbing the sponge she was holding with a glare. “Cynthia! I said easy on my rouge!” She tosses the sponge away before turning to Ingrid with a smile. “You know your pretty. You should wear something yellow.” Ingrid was slightly taken aback. Ok… the woman was bi-polar. And seriously needed glasses. Ingrid Third DID NOT wear yellow. Too happy of a color in her opinion. Folsom gestured outside the moving cart. “XU has been my pride and joy for years and to have a student with your intellect here is another feather in my cap. You are by far the smartest kid in this entire school.” Ingrid rolled her eyes as Folsom continued to drone on and on. She had heard this from every teacher, professor, and dean she had ever encountered. She was smart she knew that but it didn’t make sense to make such a big deal out of it. Since Pre-school she had straight A’s and had perfect attendance. Was that such a rarity that people gushed when they saw it? The cart pulled up to a door that said Backstage. Folsom stepped out of the cart before turning to Ingrid. “Now Ingrid lets go introduce you to the school.”
Ingrid raised an eyebrow. “Introduce me to the school?” Folsom opened the door and gestured for Ingrid to follow. Ingrid followed seeing all of the set pieces for various plays. Folsom held out her hand in a stop motion as she walked out on stage. From the wing Ingrid could see nearly every single student in the college was sitting in the audience and only four were sitting on stage. Ingrid suddenly started to feel very scared. She hated being set up on stage without any prompting.
Folsom walked to the podium smiling at the students. “Good morning everyone. First off I would like to introduce you to a new student that I am confident will become an intellectual force here at X University. I see her leading the chess team to new glories. I see her astounding senior citizens creating invisible walls with the mime troop.” Ingrid took a step back slightly. Mime troop?! Was she serious?! Who wanted to be a fucken mime willingly?! Did she seem like the kind of person to be a mime? “Students I give you Ingrid Third!” Ingrid was pushed from behind on stage, as there was some applause. Fillmore turned and looked at the young woman who looked about two seconds from running away. Parnassus and Vud sat next to him while Vallejo was on the other side. Ingrid slowly stepped onto the stage as a small ball hit her in the head making her glare at the guy who threw it. Everyone started to laugh before Folsom joined in. “Aaahhh not yet Jud. Ingrid we have a little tradition here at XU. The ceremonial razzing. Here’s the drill, everyone’s always mean to the new kid am I right? Here at XU we try to do away with that right off the bat so everyone gets it out of their system.” Ingrid’s eyes widen before she looked at the audience with slight fear. RAZZING?! As in bullying?! What the hell kind of prison did she fall into?! “So for the next 120 seconds the student body will pelt you with harmless, semi ridged foam balls.” Folsom stepped away before a barrage of foam balls come flying towards her. Ingrid closed her eyes and silently counted down the seconds before it was done. Once the balls stopped hitting her the man who had driven the cart set a microphone stand down in front of her.
Ingrid glared at the students as she tried to contain her rage. “This… school… STINKS!” She flips off the students and walks off the stage.
Folsom smiles watching her. “Again Ingrid… Welcome.” Fillmore watched the girl walk off silently feeling sorry for her. Most people didn’t take the razzing well and he could tell that she may sound angry but there was something else he felt about her. She may have felt hurt. No one wanted to be singled out and have to endure razzing on their first day.
As students started to mill out Fillmore stood up with Vallejo. “I’m going to class.” Was all the young man said before walking out with the rest of the students. In his trig class he saw Ingrid sitting several desks in front of him. She was rubbing her arms where he say there was some slight foam burns from balls that had been thrown rather hard. He looked at her before reaching into his bag and pulling out some cortizone. It helped with pretty much any itch or burn. He stood up and walked over setting the tube down in front of her. Ingrid looked up fast at him as Fillmore felt his stomach do a back flip at the soulful look in Ingrid’s emerald eyes. She had been hurt by the razzing but kept his hidden. “This will help the burns.” He turned and walked back to his desk.
Ingrid’s eyes followed him as she recognized him as one of the people who had been sitting on the stage. He hadn’t thrown any of the balls so maybe he wasn’t an asshole. She gently took the tube and squeezed a small bit into her hand and rubbed the spots that hurt. She felt the almost instant cooling feeling of the cream before sighing heavily. Soon the teacher came in as Ingrid put the cream into her bag. She would give him back the tube when she saw him again. If she decided to stay at this god forsaken school.
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