Can you guess what this is going to be about? R&R, pleez!!!!!!
Author's note: I'm using the original couples, just cuz. Any ideas are welcome!
"Your head is going to be the Thanksgiving centerpiece for this!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"For what, Irmy?"
"For this," she growled, shoving something in his face.
"Oh," Martin sighed. And then he fainted.
"What is it?" he asked.
"This," she screeched, shoving something in his face.
"I don't get it," he said, puzzled.
"In all the years that you've been here, I cannot believe that someone did not tell you about this!!!" she growled. "I mean, how did it break in the first place? I told you not to get the cheap brand!"
"Well, I, uh...I don't really understand this," Caleb began slowly. "I had one dad that was gone for part of my life, and my mom is an evil villainess who I never see except when we're fighting her. So I've never really gotten a...talk or an explanation."
"Get the car. We're going to Barnes and Noble," Cornelia commanded.
"Maaaaaaaaaaatt!!!" Will cried.
"Yeah?" he asked, playing with his guitar.
"What if my mom finds out? What will happen to me? I'll be disinherited! I don't know what to do!"
"Will, what is it?" he wondered calmly.
"I- I- I-"
"Come on, Will," he said softly.
"I–"she stopped short and took a deep breath. "Let's get married."
"Oh," she sighed faintly.
"Taranee? What is it?"
"Um, Nigel, you really won't believe this. Look," she said, showing him something.
"Wow. I don't believe it. It's fantastic!" he cried happily.
"Yes, except for the fact that WE'RE NOT MARRIED!" she practically shouted.
"Well, that's okay. I mean, this is so special."
"Yeah, so special and did I mention that MY PARENTS WILL KILL ME?"
"This is...wow. This is fantastic!"
"YEAH! It's amazing!" Hay Lin started running around the very small bathroom with her arms in the air, spinning.
"I can't wait!" Eric said excitedly. "But how are we going to tell your parents?"
"Who cares? We're having a baby!"
There it is, peoples. You can guess what's happened and all that. Review, please. This time you get a brownie with dark chocolate chips. YUMMY! Dark chocolate rocks!
Caleb: I have to limit her supply of dark chocolate. Unfortunately she broke into her secret chocolate drawer and got some and wrote this story. Don't give her dark chocolate.
Me: DON'T LISTEN TO HIM! Reviewing is like giving me dark chocolate. It makes me write more and it is good because I don't break out with crazy random dance moves as much. Okay, maybe it makes me dance more. But review anyways, okay?
Caleb: (mouthing) Don't.
(Are you going to listen to me or a guy that's floating around in my head named Caleb? Okay, don't answer that. JUST REVIEW!)