AN: Thanks to the reviewers

AN: Thanks to the reviewers!! ;)

Last Chappie:

“Hey, Eric! Wait up!” Kristy called out, walking after her boyfriend down the hallway of SHS.

“What do you want?” Eric growled, barely turning around. He and his friend, Alan, kept walking.

Kristy looked at them in surprise. What was wrong with Eric? Usually they’d walk to their lockers together. Correction: They always walked to their lockers together. Fine, she thought, let him be that way. It’s probably just hormones.

Kristy wouldn’t let that ruin her day. She had better things to do, better people to meet. Just then, she plowed into-Stacey; the person Kristy would least like to see.

“Whatcha doing here?” Stacey asked sweetly, and Kristy scowled.

“Our lockers are right next to each other, you moron.” Kristy brushed past Stacey and turned to her locker, spinning the dial.

“Oh, really? I never knew that” Stacey retorted sarcastically. She grabbed her textbooks and stomped to her homeroom.

Stacey’s POV

“Stacey!” 9-yearold Karen Pike called from the gym entrance, “When’s our next softball practice?”

I glanced up from organizing volleyballs and basketballs on racks in the supply room. “On Wednesday. Karen, did I tell you I am babysitting for you and your siblings tonight?” Stacey asked.

“Really!?” Karen exclaimed. “Yes!”

Later:

I rang the doorbell and Mrs. Pike answered.

“Hey, Stacey, come right on in!” she opened the front door and I stepped in the huge family room.

I loved babysitting for the Pikes; mainly because I had so much fun. Karen’s siblings were: Andrea (1), Jaime (4), Hannie (6), Mallory (11), Jeff (11), and Claudia (12). Claudia helped me baby-sit, because she wasn’t old enough to baby-sit for all her sisters and brothers alone. Jaime ran up to me, squealing.

“Hi, Stacey-o!” Hannie was right behind him.

“Anastasia!!” she yelled, and I hugged her and Jaime.

“Do you guys wanna play with the Kid-Kase?” I pulled out my box of toys, books and games.

They started digging into all the toys and messing around. Mrs. Pike said bye and left to go to a parent-teacher conference. The Pikes and I played around until I put them to bed.

Then I sat down on the fancy couch and took out a permission slip from my agenda. It an overnight trip to a game in the new Cardinals ballpark against the Cubs. The trip included two nights at a fancy hotel by the St. Louis Arch and face-to-face meeting of Albert Pujols, Alfonso Soriano and other famous players. It costed 100 but Mom and Daddy wouldn’t let me go. They said I could earn the money myself.

Just then, the phone rang.

I quickly answered it, and was surprised to hear Kristy’s mad voice.

“Stacey. Why did you dump Eric for me?” her voice was deathly quiet and steady.

“It was a joke, Kristy,” I replied without thinking. “A little joke, to pay you back all the times you’ve been mean.”

“It was a horrible joke, Stacey. I’ve never been that mean to you. You will pay for it!” she hung up on me, and I shivered.

What did she mean, pay you back for it? I never felt that confused, and I walked home in silence, after Mrs. Pike returned.

Kristy’s POV

I have never been that mad in my life, so I decided to call Stacey and threaten her. I would get her back for that, with revenge! I thought silently, staring up at my ceiling. Write on her face with permanent marker while she slept? No, not bad enough. Give her threatening notes while she babysat? No, she wouldn’t believe them.

Huh, this was hard. Wait! We were twins, for goodness’ sake; we looked identical if I took the dye out of my hair, and didn’t wear any make-up… But what would good would that do?

Wait, what was the thing that Stacey loved most in the world? Baby-sitting of course! Now, if only I could think of an idea!

Thursday Night:

Stacey’s POV

I sat in my room, watching a Cardinals game. They were losing big-time, so I turned it off. I just about stood up to call Mary Anne, my friend, when the phone rang.

“Stacey?” It was Mrs. Pike.

“Yeah?” I answered.

“I have to go to visit my aunt in New York, for two nights, because she is in the hospital and I was wondering if you could baby-sit over night those two nights. It’s an emergency.” she sounded frazzled.

I answered immediately, “Sure! What nights?”

“Well, its Friday night and Saturday night. I’ll pay you 150 dollars.”

I mentally gasped. 150? That was enough to go to the overnight Cubs-Cards game in May! And even more!

“Sure, Mrs. P! I can baby-sit!” I said, happily and hung up.

Kristy’s POV

I smirked. Stacey thought she could get that job, right? Well, with me, maybe she couldn’t.

Next day:
I practically floated through the hallway, through the classes and out the door at the end of the day. I got home, said hi to Mom, and floated up the stairs. I grinned through my homework, and swayed down the hallway to answer the phone.

“Hello?” I said, cheerfully.

“Stacey? Dis is Mrs. Bike. I am sick, so I’m abraid you can’t baby-tit.” she coughed. My heart dropped.

“Oh.” I said, trying not to break down like a baby.

“I’b berry sorry, Stacey.” came Mrs. Pike’s muffled voice. “Bye.”

I said goodbye and flopped on my bed. I couldn’t believe it.

Kristy’s POV

I almost choked trying not to laugh when Jessyca called as “Mrs. Pike” and told Stacey that she couldn’t baby-sit. Now Jessy and I were doubled over, with tears running down our cheeks. Payback.

Stacey’s POV

I was lying on my blue sheeted bed, trying not to cry, but tears came out anyway. Didn’t anyone realize that I needed to go to that Cubs convention? Didn’t anybody care? And plus, Eric still didn’t like me.

Next Day:

Kristy called Mrs. Pike and told her Stacey couldn’t baby-sit. Mrs. Pike said that she wouldn’t have had to anyway now that her aunt was better. Kristy could here Stacey crying from her bedroom and felt bad. She decided to go apologize,

Stacey’s POV:
I was still laying there when Kristy walked in. I felt like punching her hard, but I decided I shouldn’t.

“Stacey,” she said, flopping down beside me.

“Quit crying. I didn’t do anything.” I continued sobbing anyway.

“What’s wrong, Stacey? Stacey!” I felt someone nudging me and opened my tear stained eyes.

Blinking, I glanced around. I was in Kristy Thomas’s bedroom. Five concerned faces crowded around me. Mallory, Jessi, Claudia, Dawn, Mary Anne, Kristy….It was all a dream! I was in a sleeping bag, and the sun was streaming through the windows. I had been at a BSC sleep-over! I felt so relieved that everything was okay, and I laughed as I explained to my four best friends and my un-twin, Kristy, all about my bizarre dream.

“Me wearing make-up? That’d be the first!” Kristy exclaimed, and I agreed.

AN: The End. So, did ya like it? Fooled you, right, making you believe that? No, none of that really happened to Kristy and Stacey…it was all a weird dream. You probably thought that the Pike family was pretty strange, all these different kids in one family. Dreams are weird….okay, I’m off track, so I just wanted to say that I hoped you liked it. Thanks reviewers!

-Brittany