A/N: Had to get the first chapter out. It literally wrote itself, but of course I had to fix some things. Anyways!
Warning: May be a little OOC
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Chapter 1
Plop.
I groggily open my eyes to see Natalie sitting on top of me, Indian style.
"Wake up, Lizzie." Mickey says, smiling as he picks up Natalie off of me.
"Dad! That was a very comfortable spot!" Natalie pouts, coming over to my side.
I peel the bed cover off of me as I sit myself up.
Feet firmly on the wooden floor, I ruffle Natalie's long, soft blond hair.
"Good morning, Natalie." I say, sleepiness etched in my voice, making her brown eyes light up.
I turn my head, smiling lazily at Mickey. "Good morning, darling." I reply, yawning.
I stand up slowly, stretching.
"Good morning, sleepy head." Mickey replies, wrapping his arms around me.
He then gives me a quick, but gentle peck on my lips.
"Eww. Cooties." Natalie exclaims, sticking out her pink tongue.
"Mhm." I sigh, tucking my head inside the crook of his neck and shoulder.
"AH!" Natalie screams, covering her eyes with her petite hands as she runs out the bedroom.
I laugh at Natalie's reaction. "You're giving me cooties, Mickey." I state, trying to put on a serious face.
Mickey arches an eyebrow, smiling crookedly.
"Am I really? Well, I sure don't see any symptoms." Mickey says, his eye twinkling in mischievous delight as he steps forward making me fall back into the bed.
"Maybe if I tickle you, it will show." Mickey states as he begins tickling me.
"N-no! S-s-stop!" I shriek in delight as I continue to laugh. "O-o-k! OK!" I gasp, trying to catch my breath. "I'm s-s-showing t-t-he symptoms!" I exclaim, swatting his hands away.
He smiles at me, happiness dancing in his eyes.
Offering me his hand, I take it as he helps me get off the bed.
"I should have gotten up earlier to make you breakfast." I state, yawning and moving towards the kitchen.
It wasn't really walking, it's more like shuffling.
"Natalie already made it." Mickey says, smiling.
"What do yo-" I cut off my own sentence because right in front of me…
Perched on the round wooden table is a mud pie sprinkled with Lucky Charms.
"This is breakfast?" I ask, tilting my head to the right. I examine the mud pie, deciding it was not Natalie who did this.
"It wasn't me! Fred did it, Lizzie! Fred did it! You believe me, right?" Natalie says, tugging on my nightgown.
My mouth is already in the shape of a perfect 'o' and I can't take my eyes off the mud pie.
Memories of Fred and I flood my mind the more I stare at the pie.
'Snotface.' I hear Fred's voice say as the memories of us are replayed in my mind.
I crouch down to be eye level with Natalie. "I do believe you, Natalie. So don't you worry! Also, Fred is going to get in trouble for this, okay?" I say, smiling while ruffling her hair.
"OK!" Natalie cheerfully replies, her brown eyes not showing any worry in them.
"So eat up!" Mickey jokes around. I give Mickey a slight glare from over my shoulder, which only makes him laugh harder.
I am never going to eat mud pie.
"I know it wasn't you, Natalie, but you ha-"
Honking of a school bus severs my sentence
"School bus is here!" Natalie announces. She quickly grabs her backpack and hurries off, shutting the front door behind her.
A few moments of silence fill the air as Mickey and I listen to the school bus driving away.
"I have to go to work too." Mickey sighs. I look at him, realizing that he is in work uniform.
I gaze up into his blue eyes, "Have a good day at work." I reply, giving him a peck on his lips.
He embraces me, making the kiss last longer, until I push away, pointing at the ticking clock on the wall.
"You have to go to work." I state, going back to the bedroom to change into something suitable.
"I can call in sick." Mickey replies, giving me a crooked smile.
I pull on some worn jeans with a light blue tank while laughing at his proposal. I honestly wouldn't mind having him stay today, but his boss will most likely get annoyed.
"You called in sick ten times already. AND that's counting only this month!" I state loudly, walking out our bedroom, combing my hair. Mickey stands in front of the entrance, relaxed.
"But-" I cut him off with one of my narrowed glances.
"Okay, okay. Fine. Bye Liz! See you soon!" Mickey pouts, giving me another kiss and leaving quickly.
I sigh as I put my hair into a sloppy ponytail.
Walking back into the dining room, I eye the mud pie.
Such a mess that Fred did.
Then an idea crosses my mind. A simple idea that could have the outcome that I plan it will have or the exact opposite.
I spread the mud pie out evenly like peanut butter on bread.
Then I stick my finger in the gooey, brown mess, writing out words. After a few seconds, I look back at my work, biting my bottom lip.
'Okay, Lizzie. It's going to take some time for him to reply so do something else.' My brain tells me.
I nod slightly as I go into the kitchen, washing my hands along with the dishes in the sink.
Quickly drying off the dishes and putting them in their appropriate places, I look outside at the garden.
I search for the spot where the mud was dug up, but I can't find it. I sigh in defeat as I stop straining my eyes for what seems like an inexistent hole.
Grabbing a rag, I start wiping down the counters, listening to the birds chirp outside.
Clatter.
I stop wiping down the last counter as I look toward the dining room area.
It couldn't possibly be..
But I had to check.
Walking cautiously into the dining room, I check ever crook and cranny to see it wasn't a robber.
After finally deciding there was no robber, I then look at the mud pie.
In my handwriting there is my simple 'Fred?'
But it doesn't matter what I wrote.
But gazing at the scrawny handwriting, underneath mine, makes my heart pound a little faster.
Two simple words and I feel tears rim my eyes.
It couldn't be more like Fred to just put two words and it would mean the world to me.
'Hiya Snotface.'
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A/N: A way to communicate is through a mud pie. :3 Best way in the world. Yes?
Lol.
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