(A/N read "A Stupid Wish" by Fiery Wordess. I turn into Gimli so I can make out with Legolas. She's my best friend, and we're writing this as a follow up. I don't own anything. Enjoy!)
I yawned and stretched out on the couch, book in hand. My friend Katie was sitting next to me, bored. The television was broken, nobody was on IM and it was cold out. She sighed.
"Sarah? Is it nice being a girl again?" she asked, smiling and wrinkling her nose. It made her freckles sort of form a smudge across her nose.
"Shuddup," I mumbled, swatting her head with my book.
"Owwww," she complained, grabbing it from me. "Hmmmm...," she mumbled, flipping through. "Song of the Lioness. Never heard of it."
Great. Once Katie starts looking at a book there is no way in hell to communicate. I yelled that I was off to raid the fridge. She nodded, and mumbled, "Uh-huh."
I returned an hour later, stomach almost full. "I ate the last three Creamsicles," I told her. "You missed out."
"Pig," she mumbled. "SKINNY pig, which is even worse."
"Wishing you had MY metabolism?" I asked smugly. "Wishing you could eat three Creamsicles, not gain an ounce and STILL be hungry?"
"Sarah, are YOU wishing you had my hair?" she asked, still reading the book, and running her finger through her straight, auburn-brown, straight, flat, straight, smooth, straight hair.
"No," I mumbled, fingering my blonde, curly, frizzy, curly, frizzy, curly blah locks.
"I wish that I could meet this Jonathan character. Very sexy. I wish I could see him everyday. Get to know him, you know, before going in for the kill!" She licked her lips.
I smacked my hand against her mouth. It was wet. Ew.
"Shuddup! Remember what happened with me?" I asked, referring to my Gimli expierience.
"Come off it! That was a fluke, never happening again," she said. "I wish wish wish wish wish I could meet Jonathan and see him everyday!" she yelled again.
I stuck my tongue out at her. My tongue that had been in Legolas's mouth. Or was it Gimli's tongue? What did he do with MY tongue? Hmmmmm, this thinking was hurting my head. Thankfully, my confusing thoughts were interrupted by a flash of lightning. The power promptly went out. Marvelous.
"See what you did?" I accused her. "No more wishing!"
She just giggled, the stupid prat and repreated the wish. Then she stuck her tongue out...I think. It was rather dark. Her gloating was interrupted by a small voice.
"You foolish girl! You shall have your wish!" Mad laughter filled the house. Katie smacked me with the book.
"Stop," she said. "That's not funny."
"I didn't do it," I whined, rubbing my head. "I'm going to have a lump now," I complained. She smacked me again. Honestly, am
I her whipping girl or something?
"The room is spinning," she said.
"No it's not, your crazy head is," I said, still rubbing my head. She shrieked, and grabbed me. "Oh, no, I'm NOT coming!" I yelled, but it was too late.
I cautiously opened my eyes. I was still me, still Sarah, with curly blonde hair. But I was wearing a blue dress. A silk one. "This makes me look fat," I said.
"Shut up," a male voice told me. "How do I look. Is that my voice? Oh my God," the black-haired boy gasped. "Who am I?"
"Prince Roald?" I guessed. "You can't be Jon, you must be Roald."
"Jon's brother?" Katie...er...Roald asked, pathetically. She...he....whatever, was running her hands over her body. "Where are my boobs?" she asked feebly.
"Jon's son, your boobs are gone, and I think you have a penis to repalce 'em," I said, always heartless.
Katie was sulking when a voice interrupted her cries of "I have a PENIS" and "this sucks!". "Roald, get in here!"
"That's you," I said, pushing her. "Well, Kate, lovey, seems Roald has a smaller butt than you do!" She glared at me, grabbed my wrist and pulled me down the hall.
"You're comin' with me!" she growled. Oh, great.
I yawned and stretched out on the couch, book in hand. My friend Katie was sitting next to me, bored. The television was broken, nobody was on IM and it was cold out. She sighed.
"Sarah? Is it nice being a girl again?" she asked, smiling and wrinkling her nose. It made her freckles sort of form a smudge across her nose.
"Shuddup," I mumbled, swatting her head with my book.
"Owwww," she complained, grabbing it from me. "Hmmmm...," she mumbled, flipping through. "Song of the Lioness. Never heard of it."
Great. Once Katie starts looking at a book there is no way in hell to communicate. I yelled that I was off to raid the fridge. She nodded, and mumbled, "Uh-huh."
I returned an hour later, stomach almost full. "I ate the last three Creamsicles," I told her. "You missed out."
"Pig," she mumbled. "SKINNY pig, which is even worse."
"Wishing you had MY metabolism?" I asked smugly. "Wishing you could eat three Creamsicles, not gain an ounce and STILL be hungry?"
"Sarah, are YOU wishing you had my hair?" she asked, still reading the book, and running her finger through her straight, auburn-brown, straight, flat, straight, smooth, straight hair.
"No," I mumbled, fingering my blonde, curly, frizzy, curly, frizzy, curly blah locks.
"I wish that I could meet this Jonathan character. Very sexy. I wish I could see him everyday. Get to know him, you know, before going in for the kill!" She licked her lips.
I smacked my hand against her mouth. It was wet. Ew.
"Shuddup! Remember what happened with me?" I asked, referring to my Gimli expierience.
"Come off it! That was a fluke, never happening again," she said. "I wish wish wish wish wish I could meet Jonathan and see him everyday!" she yelled again.
I stuck my tongue out at her. My tongue that had been in Legolas's mouth. Or was it Gimli's tongue? What did he do with MY tongue? Hmmmmm, this thinking was hurting my head. Thankfully, my confusing thoughts were interrupted by a flash of lightning. The power promptly went out. Marvelous.
"See what you did?" I accused her. "No more wishing!"
She just giggled, the stupid prat and repreated the wish. Then she stuck her tongue out...I think. It was rather dark. Her gloating was interrupted by a small voice.
"You foolish girl! You shall have your wish!" Mad laughter filled the house. Katie smacked me with the book.
"Stop," she said. "That's not funny."
"I didn't do it," I whined, rubbing my head. "I'm going to have a lump now," I complained. She smacked me again. Honestly, am
I her whipping girl or something?
"The room is spinning," she said.
"No it's not, your crazy head is," I said, still rubbing my head. She shrieked, and grabbed me. "Oh, no, I'm NOT coming!" I yelled, but it was too late.
I cautiously opened my eyes. I was still me, still Sarah, with curly blonde hair. But I was wearing a blue dress. A silk one. "This makes me look fat," I said.
"Shut up," a male voice told me. "How do I look. Is that my voice? Oh my God," the black-haired boy gasped. "Who am I?"
"Prince Roald?" I guessed. "You can't be Jon, you must be Roald."
"Jon's brother?" Katie...er...Roald asked, pathetically. She...he....whatever, was running her hands over her body. "Where are my boobs?" she asked feebly.
"Jon's son, your boobs are gone, and I think you have a penis to repalce 'em," I said, always heartless.
Katie was sulking when a voice interrupted her cries of "I have a PENIS" and "this sucks!". "Roald, get in here!"
"That's you," I said, pushing her. "Well, Kate, lovey, seems Roald has a smaller butt than you do!" She glared at me, grabbed my wrist and pulled me down the hall.
"You're comin' with me!" she growled. Oh, great.