My first 'gender-bender' fanfic! Am I the only one excited for this? By the way, this 'chapter' is actually just an intro. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!
'Chapter' 1
"Molly!" Gill's voice crackles through my phone.
"Good morning to you, too," I grumble. "3 in the morning? I thought you valued good rest."
"I do. But desperate times call for desperate measures." He says.
"And what's so desperate?" I ask. Nothing involving Gill is ever desperate.
"Father's trying to play matchmaker." He states. I should've known.
"Sounds like a terrible problem. But it's not my problem. Now, if you excuse me, I'd really appreciate going back to sleep." I say.
"I'm not done yet." He snaps.
"Okay, sorry, sorry." I sigh.
"I need to leave and find some peace of mind. Father would kill me if he found out. Ergo, I need someone to take my-"
"Nope." I yawn. "Sorry to disappoint you."
"Come on, Molly! Just for a few days while I get some air to breathe!" Gill pleads.
"Wait, are you actually begging me?" I smirk.
"Ugh. Just for a bit. You owe me." He says. It's true; he was the one who helped me move into my apartment.
"I should've known you'd pull that on me. Fine." I sigh. "What time should I be there today?"
"Now. I'm on the boat to Toucan Island, and I've paid extra for Pascal to stop at the port in your city. Meet me on the boat." Gill says.
"What? Gill, are you crazy? It's three in the morning!"
"You already said you would." He reminds me.
"Fine. But only because you're my best friend, and because I already said yes, and because you helped me move into my apartment." I sigh, then hang up before Gill can say anything else.
I begin to get ready to leave, deep in thought. Normally, I was the one with the stupid ideas, and Gill just went along with them. Before he and his father moved to Castanet Island, we were constantly getting into scrapes, and each and every one of them had been my idea. Of course, that was back when we were about 12. But he hasn't seemed to have changed that much since he moved. What's gotten into him?
Oh well. I'm not complaining. It's nice to have someone else lead you into an adventure from time to time. Even if you have to be up by three in the morning and pretend to be your best friend for who knows how long.
"Meow." I look down to see my cat, Rhiannon, staring up at me. "Meow."
I sit down on my comforter and pull out my phone. As I call Gill again, Rhiannon hops onto my bed and curls up beside me, watching me with her deep green eyes.
"What?" He asks, without even a greeting.
"What are we going to do about Rhiannon?"