I just recently watched the "Ramona and Beezus" film and was reminded of my love for the book series. I got my parents to buy me the whole series as a birthday present and, upon rereading the books, I realized that I love Ramona even more! and so this collection of one-shots was born! I'm writing a series of pieces for the friendship (and maybe a little love?) between Howie and Ramona. those two had quite a relationship in the books that wasn't touched upon as much in the film, so I'm writing for these two.
(my sister, dandelion-heart, is writing about Beezus and Henry in her story "HAND in HAND." make sure you go read it!)
THEME: #9 ~ Comfort Food
Ramona was quite sure that the way a person ate ice cream was the best way to understand them.
Beezus took small, even licks when eating ice cream, always careful to keep her hands un-sticky and mouth clean. Her father ate quickly, sometimes taking an odd bite between licks. Her mother would eat with a sort of grace in her even pace. As for Ramona herself-
"You look like a yeti," Howie said in that dry way of his.
Distracted, Ramona lowered her cone. "I do not!" she scowled.
This failed to intimidate him. "Yes, you do," he insisted mildly. "Your whole face is covered in ice cream."
Blinking, Ramona ran her tongue over her lips. Sure enough, she could taste vanilla as far as she could reach. Howie looked smug. Ramona scowled harder. (what did that say about her if she ate ice cream messily?)
"You shut up, Pieface!" she snarled, for lack of something better to say.
"Ice cream face," Howie replied, unfazed.
"Pieface!"
"Ice cream face."
Seething, Ramona searched for a better insult. Howie, deeming the battle won, went back to licking his cone neatly and unhurriedly. This irritated Ramona further; why was it that Howie was always so calm? Just once, she wanted him to get really mad…
Slowly, Ramona's eyes traveled to Howie's strawberry ice cream. She reached forward and, before she could think, pushed the cone into his nose with a soft splat. There was a silence. Ramona didn't dare breathe, both horrified and pleased with herself. Howie seemed frozen.
Mr. Quimby started from trimming the hedges, looking up to catch sight of Howie brandishing a melting cone and chasing a shrieking Ramona across the street. Both had ice cream smeared over their faces. Mr. Quimby opened his mouth, paused, then turned back, grinning.
oh, Ramona. always trying to rile up others :D
review?