Love is in the air when Fiona Frauenfeld arrives. New friendships, new relationships, new experiences. But its not all fun and games for eight certain Year Tens. Death, isolation, fear, and much more await.
I do not own MPHFPC, they belong to Ransom...
The next morning, I woke up at the foot of Emma's bed. I guess it wasn't that weird since Emma was on the floor beside her overly large window and Bronwyn was the wrong way up, with her feet on Emma's pillow and her head somewhere under me under the duvet.
I got up and gently shook Emma. Emma yawned and said:"Hey Fee. What's up?" "Let's draw on Bronwyns feet!" I was giggling like a silly little kid. Emma grinned and we got a sharpy each from under her bed. Emma had black and I had dark blue. Emma wrote on her left: I'm Mrs Nullings. My husband is Millard Nullings. I giggled knowing I had to top that, so I wrote: I'm a cute sidekick for Fiona and Emma is my dog. Emma laughed. "How am I to top that?" "You already did." I laughed.
Suddenly, Bronwyn kicked her feet and began to awake. Me and Emma threw out pens under the bed and jumped into mine and Bronwyns sleeping bags. Somehow, I ended up in Bronwyns and Emma in mine.
"Guys, where have you gone?" Bronwyn called out. Emma giggler and clasped her hands over her mouth. "Emma! I heard you!" Bronwyn yelled, and jumped on my sleeping bag. "Ow!" Emma squealed. I silently laughed and pulled the sleeping bag. Bronwyn next jumped onto me. "What's up with you two?" She asked, completely oblivious to her ink-covered feet.
**Time skip to when their all dressed**
"Emma, can I borrow your body spray?" I asked. Emma threw me a cucumber and lemon spray and a strawberries and cream spray. I chose the green (cucumber and lemon) over the pink (strawberries and cream) and sprayed everywhere on my pink summer dress.
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We were planning to meet Horace, Enoch, Jake, Hugh, and Millard at Café Cool, the best café in the world. Bronwyn pulled on some dungerease and Emma a purple dress, which made us look like we were off to a party.
We got there at ten o'clock, where Millard was already there sat by Hugh, looking like he was about to burst. "Millard, what is it?" I asked as I sat beside Hugh, with Emma to my right and Bronwyn next to Millard on his left. "Wait for the others - I got three things to tell you guys!" He buzzed.
When Enoch, Jake and Horace arrived, Millard was practically dying. "So, Millard has something to tell us-" I started, but Millard cut me off. "My uncle owns a pet rescue centre and he's closing it. But that's not the best part - a dog theres got puppies! And he's to buy up this place and said that if any of you guys need a job - he'll pay you. And finally, my grandparents got me an RV for my birthday! So, you guys want to go camping some time?" He said excitedly. Immediately, everyone got excited.
"An RV?! Awesome Millard!" I exclaimed. "A job! Sounds amazing!" Screamed Bronwyn. "Puppies!" Squealed Emma. "Camping!" Shouted Hugh. "Café food!" Shrieked Enoch! "Money!" Said Horace. Millard grinned. "So, anyone want a job?" Asked Millard. "Me!" Bronwyn and I said in unison. Millard texted his uncle about it and the others casually said yesas often as they could.
Afterwards, we all went to the park. Emma dragged Jacob to the swings and got him to push her, whilst Millard and Bronwyn were sat together chatting on a bench. Horace and Millard were nowhere to be seen, and me and Hugh were on a giant tyre rope swing. "So, Fee, you in for the job Millard told us about?" He asked me. "Yep, you?" "Yes! Of course, besides, hopefully we can work together some time?" "I'd like that." We linked hands and Hugh gently pushed our swing with his feet. Suddenly, Emma jumped on from behind, causing me to scream. Emma fell back laughing. "Emma?! You scared the living hell outa me!" I pushed her arm whilst she continued to laugh. Jacob, who was now returning with Enoch and Horace, walked over to us. "So, any more news?" He asked, grinning brightly. "Yes, and the news is this: Enoch and Horace get on the swing and you push us!" Emma shouted. Jacobs grin fell slightly but he maintained it. Enoch and Horace got in together and Hugh got out. "I'll push with ya, mate." He said, and the boys began to push with me and Emma squealing like little girls and Enoch and Horace trying to shut us up.
