
Cameron and Mitchell have no idea who Jane and Maura are. They also have no idea that their daughter Daniella is hopelessly in love with Jane and Maura's daughter, Kay. First chapter is Daniella's POV, next is Kay's, goes on like that. Co authored with rizzlesandtivashipper, which is why there are two of this story, one for my page and one for her's.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - & M. Isles - Chapters: 16 - Words: 3,941 - Reviews: 1 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 03-22-13 - Published: 01-25-13 - id: 8945248
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"Dad, I'm going to the bus stop!" I yelled. My dad, Mitchell Pritchett, walked in frantically. "Okay honey! Do you have everything? Lunch money?" He said.
I smiled. "Yes, Dad. I need to hurry, five minutes until the bus comes. Where's Daddy?" I asked.
I was talking about my other dad, Cameron Tucker. Yes, I had two fathers.
That was one of the things I got made fun of. The other is that I'm a 'dork.'
"He's in the living roo-no he's not." My Dad said, as Daddy walked in.
"Daniella, good luck on that math test!" Daddy said, hugging me.
"Thanks! Love you Dad, love you Daddy." I said.
On my way out the door, I stopped to hug my six year old sister. "Bye Lily!" I said, ruffling her hair.
"Bye, Dani!" She called as I went out the door, jogging to the bus stop as the bus pulled up.
I climbed the bus steps and took a seat in the back of the bus, as usual.
The bus ride was uneventful, and soon I was at the Los Angeles Middle School of Performing Arts.
I walked down the hallway to my locker, put away my textbooks, got my sketchbook, and went to my costume design class.
When I walked into the door, the third bell was ringing. Costume design was on the third floor, and my locker was on the first.
"Class! Ms. Morgan wants to talk to you." My teacher Mrs. Anderson said loudly.
Ms. Morgan was the dance teacher. I wondered what she wanted to talk about.
"As you all know, we have a spring dance show in March." Ms. Morgan began. "We want you all to design the costumes! Each designer will be paired with someone from my first period dance class. Class, come in." She called.
The dance class came in, but one girl stood out to me. She had brown hair, with a purple shirt, black leggings, and glasses. She was beautiful.
I stopped with a start. What am I thinking about? No. I will not have a crush on some girl, I don't even know her!
"When I call your name, raise your hand so that your partner know where to sit. Alright, partners will be: Allison and Kaitlin, Julia and Vanessa, Rebecca and Alexa, Daniella and Kay," I stopped listening after she said my name.
I quickly raised my hand. The girl with the brown hair and glasses walked up to me. No way, she's my partner?!
"Hi, are you Daniella?" She asked.
"Um. Yeah. You're Kay, right?" I said. I didn't expect her to like me, I don't have many friends in the first place.
"Yeah, that's me. So, I guess we're partners." She said, smiling at me.
She really was pretty.
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