Ugh. My school day was great, but when I get home, it sucks. Siblings…oh well, FF is always a happy place!
Happy Til I Forget About You Tuesday! :)
I'm listening to Music Sounds Better With You while typing this, I've become obsessed with it. It has been stuck in my head all day, and I'm perfectly fine with that. There have been a lot of BTR references around me today, so here's another one…
WE'RE HALFWAY THERE!
Tee-hee.
Yes, we are at James on chapter 10. If you haven't figured this out yet, there will be 20 chapters. I don't know about you guys, but this will be a bittersweet time for me. I'm going to have to end my most popular story, but I won't have to worry about trying to update it every single day. But don't worry, I'm going to upload after this, it just might not be as often.
Alright, James is six and it is summer break.
"James, come downstairs for a minute," Mrs. Diamond called from the living room.
"Coming," James called back from his bedroom.
James rushed down the stairs in his plaid shirt and new overalls.
Once James was in the living room sitting across from his mother, he asked her why he needed to come downstairs.
"Sweetums, you know how me and Daddy dress nice, don't you?" Mrs. Diamond asked.
"Uh-huh," James answered, not getting where his mother was going with this.
"Well, would you say that you dress as nice as we do?" Mrs. Diamond questioned.
"Nope! I can't dress as nice as you and Daddy! It's umpossible!" James replied truthfully. "Why are we talking about clothes? I dress fine!"
"We're talking about clothes because, to tell the truth, you don't dress as nice as we would like for you to, pumpkin," Mrs. Diamond explained.
"I look fine! I'm comfy and no one makes fun of me, that's all that matters!" James whined.
"Sweetie, we aren't saying you don't have style-" Mrs. Diamond was cut off by James.
"Yes, you are!" James disagreed.
"No, we aren't."
"Yes, you are."
"No, no we aren't."
"Yes, yes you are!"
"Are not!"
"Are not!" James exclaimed, trying to throw his mother off-guard.
"Are too! Oh! I mean-"
"Confession!" James exclaimed while pointing at his mom.
"Fine, if this makes you feel better, we are saying you don't have style, but-"
"WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?" James bellowed before running to his room.
"James!" Mrs. Diamond called in an apologetic voice as she ran upstairs to her son's room.
James didn't make a sound inside his room. His mother searched and searched, but couldn't find James. James thought this was quite a fun game, until he was found under his bed. He was unwillingly dragged downstairs by his father. His dad set him on the couch opposite his mother once more, hoping that this time when Mrs. Diamond talked, James wouldn't be as difficult.
"Let's try this again," Mrs. Diamond whispered to herself. "James, I would like to take you shopping, but I would like to pick out your clothes this time. Does that sound like a good plan?" Mrs. Diamond asked cautiously.
"Shopping! I wanna go, I wanna go, I wanna go now!" James jumped.
Mrs. Diamond chuckled and gave a nod. "We'll start the car up now!"
Five minutes later James was sitting in the car patiently, waiting for his mother who had to redo her lip gloss. James had found an old car to play with, but quickly put it back where he found it once he saw his mother coming.
Mrs. Diamond opened the door and quickly made herself comfortable in the driver's seat. She buckled up, backed out of the driveway, and headed towards the mall.
…*…*…*At the mall…*…*…*
"Can we go to Country Kids first? Pleeease?" James begged.
"No, we can't. James, that's one of the stores you are going to have to give up if you want to look handsomer than you already are," Mrs. Diamond informed, her eyes darting from store-to-store.
"But…I don't wanna!" James whined.
"You have to, sweetie pie," Mrs. Diamond calmed.
"Fine! But can I at least have one plaid shirt?" James asked.
"Yes, you can," Mrs. Diamond agreed.
James was led to about 5 different stores, and had over one hundred dollars spent on him in each one. When Mrs. Diamond picked up clothes, James didn't argue. He wasn't enjoying the fact that compared to these new clothes, his old ones were…ratty. He did like the fact that all the outfits his mother were buying were for him, though. James had gotten five button-up shirts, ten pairs of jeans, six vests, three pairs of slacks, one new pair of sneakers, four ties, and the plaid shirt James had asked for earlier all courtesy of his mother, fashion expert.
That, dear readers, was the day that James Diamond realized that there's more to a wardrobe than plaid shirts and overalls.
Finished!
Fun facts
1. I did the fun facts in a different tab so I could get them over with
2. I started this on Monday, and finished it today
3. If you ask me, James is mostly cute, but he doesn't look like he's as smart as he should be in this chapter
4. I say "umpossible" on purpose…
5. Whenever I'm arguing with someone and they make a confession without them knowing it, I point my finger at them and say "CONFESSION! DON'T DENY IT!"
6. I used to get excited about shopping, still do
7. I don't like writing car scenes, they seem too boring
8. I almost forgot about the plaid shirt until I looked at the story once more
9. I added ties after seeing a picture of Logan
10. Originally, James had ten pairs of slacks and three pairs of jeans. I switched it up because, I don't know of too many six-year-olds who wear slacks willingly
11. I was going to add "Now, if only James could teach his friends a little something about fashion…" but decided not to because the one sentence looked good enough
12. I didn't think I would have this up tonight, but I finished it!
13. I had to change my A/N a little since I started typing this late Monday night
14. I had to eat some peppermint ice cream to keep typing
15. I got bored and changed the font to all kinds of different colors, but then changed the font color back to black
I hope you liked this! Thanks for all the reviews guys! Sixty…crazy, just crazy…
I'm going to type as much as I can for chappy 11, and if I finish it, I'll upload it tomorrow!