Author Note: Prompt: Insomnia Pairing: Dorothy-Ann/Carlos; Magic School Bus obviously doesn't belong to me
Dorothy-Ann tossed and turned in her bed for the sixteenth night in a row. Why did her insomnia have to worsen once she began high school? Why must she suffer continuously just to fall asleep? The fifteen year old sighed wearily and rolled onto her back, staring up at the glow-in-the-dark star stickers she had had on her ceiling since she was five. Her mother thought the insomnia would go away if she got rid of such stimulating images like the stickers, but D.A. had refused to take them down. It was unlikely getting rid of them would help much anyway.
The young adolescent rubbed her arching forehead and brushed a blonde curl away from her face. Twenty minutes passed by achingly slow before Dorothy-Ann caved and grabbed her violet cell phone. The blinding light made her wince but she managed to punch in the designated number. She pressed the phone to her ear and waiting impatiently for him to pick up.
"Wuz up?" Carlos mumbled sleepily into the receiver. She hated waking him up but this was an emergency.
"Carlos, I can't sleep. Tell me a story." She whispered. She pictured his confused expression as he lay in bed, wondering what in God's name Dorothy-Ann was thinking.
"What kind of story?" He muttered huskily. D.A. shivered but regained her composure.
"Anything. I've got a Spanish test tomorrow and I need sleep." Carlos cleared his throat and began speaking in a very British accent. Dorothy-Ann giggled quietly and listened as the teenage boy spun a tale of witchcraft and dragons with knights saving princesses. She fell asleep with the phone pressed to her ear before "happily ever after".