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"I changed my mind!" Stephanie cried, her eyes wide with panic as she stepped inside the house. "I'm not going!"

Danny, Jesse, and Joey froze, staring at Stephanie in confusion and exasperation.

Let's be real. They should've known it wasn't going to be that easy.

"Why not?" Danny asked.

"I'm sick," Stephanie lied, plopping a seat on the steps that lead into the house and tossing her lunch box on the floor with unnecessary force.

Jesse frowned as he strolled over and knelt beside her, placing the back of his hand against her forehead.

"You don't look sick," he said. "And you have no fever."

"But I am sick!" Stephanie insisted, sputtering and coughing dryly into her fist.

"No, no, no," Joey suddenly spoke, strolling over to sit beside the six year old girl. "You've got to really hack, like..." Joey released a series of thick, wet coughs and scrunched up his face, making the false coughs appear painful.

Stephanie examined his expression before copying it, letting loose several hacking coughs that echoed in the nearly silent house.

DJ raced back inside her home.

"Stephanie, what are you doing? We're going to miss the- are you okay?" DJ demanded, her voice filled with worry as she gazed at her hacking sister/girlfriend.

"Stephanie doesn't want to go to school," Danny explained.

"Why don't you just keep her home?" DJ asked.

Danny sighed. "DJ, she has to get an education."

"I know, Dad, but it won't kill her if she misses the first day," DJ reasoned. "It's Kindergarten. Stephanie's smart; the teacher can't teach her anything she doesn't already know. For Pete's sake, the only thing I learned in Kindergarten was that Johnathon Rockies needs to keep his finger out of his nose."

"She has a point," Joey said.

Danny shook his head. "No. Stephanie, you're going to school and that's final."

"Dad, if you don't let Stephanie stay home, I'm skipping. If you let her stay home, I'll go to school. What's more important- the first day of Kindergarten, where you learn how to drink milk out of a carton, or the first day of fifth grade, where you actually learn stuff you're going to see on a test?"

"I can agree with that," Jesse said.

But Danny held firm.

"No. My daughter needs to go to school," he said, sternly. "If she doesn't go today, she won't want to go tomorrow. If she doesn't go tomorrow, she won't want to go the day after, and before you know it, she'll be graduating high school at forty!"

"Danny, you're overreacting," Joey sighed. "Stephanie probably has the maturity and the intelligence of a third grader anyway. DJ's been teaching her random facts since she could walk."

Danny contemplated it.

"Fine, but DJ, in exchange, you still have to go to school and teach Stephanie something after," Danny relented.

DJ smiled. "Thanks, Dad. Love you! Now, I have to go! I'll miss the bus."

DJ ran from the house, barely making it to the bus stop in time.

Stephanie smiled at Danny. "Thanks, Dad. I love you."

Danny grinned. Getting an I love you from both of his daughters was worth allowing Stephanie to stay home.

DJ groaned, loudly, as she stormed into the bedroom she shared with Stephanie.

Stephanie looked up from where she was drawing a picture of her and DJ. They were holding hands, and although Stephanie didn't have any more artistic abilities than the average six year old and had done the illustration in dull crayons, the drawing was worthy of being placed on the refrigerator.

"What's wrong, Deej?" She asked.

DJ sighed as she dropped her bag on the floor and collapsed onto her bed.

"They put me in the smart class!" She complained.

Stephanie frowned. "Isn't that a good thing?"

DJ shrugged. "There's no way I'll be able to compete with these kids. They brought homework on the first day of school."

Stephanie laughed as she laid beside her girlfriend on the bed.

"DJ, I know something else is bothering you," she said. "Come on. I'm your girlfriend; I can tell. Now... out with it."

DJ pursed her lips.

"They split me and Kimmy up," she finally confessed, disappointment and anxiety coloring her voice and making her sound much younger than she was.

Stephanie blinked, and then... she promptly burst out laughing.

"That's what you're so upset about? Dude, I'd be overjoyed."

DJ met Stephanie's eyes, and Stephanie stopped laughing when she saw the pure anguish in DJ's eyes.

Kimmy and DJ had been friends since Kindergarten. Stephanie and DJ had been sisters since Stephanie was conceived, and they'd been girlfriends since Stephanie was four and a half.

Stephanie didn't like Kimmy Gibbler, but she loved DJ. And sometimes you have to make sacrifices for the people you love.

"Look, DJ, it isn't a big loss. Kimmy practically lives here! You're not going to see her any less," Stephanie pointed out.

"But it won't be the same. We've been in the same class since Kindergarten," DJ murmured, dejected.

"DJ, you would have gotten separated eventually. What about high school classes? Colleges? As much as you want to stay connected at the hip until you're on your death beds, that isn't how life works. You're smart, Deej; you'll be in advanced classes before you're off to some amazing college. Kimmy... is the opposite of smart. I'm not sure if she'll even get into community college. You'll be seperated, eventually; at least now you're young and can use it to make your friendship stronger."

DJ was silent for several moments as she chewed on those words.

Finally, she started chuckling.

"Stephanie, you don't need Kindergarten. You're wiser than I am," DJ giggled. "I reckon you're wiser than Dad, and you're only six."

"Thanks, Deej," Stephanie whispered. "Love you."

DJ held out her pinky. "Always?"

Stephanie hooked her pinky with DJ's.

"Always," she promised.

First of all, I totally stole Always from Harry Potter. Second of all, I may have made Stephanie too smart, but oh, well. Finally, what'd you think? Review!