SLEEPY
HEAD
NOTE: I do not own any of these characters. They belong to the WB and only the WB. But I do own Leslie and anyone you don't recognize.
Summary: Guess who has become drowsy? It's Leslie. Connor tries to see what's wrong with her.
CHAPTER 2
Leslie released a huge yawn as she walked out of her bedroom. Connor walked up to her. He had a smile on his face.
"Did you have another nightmare?" he asked.
"No. I told you, it's not nightmares. It's night spooks. I always act weird when it comes to being in a new environment. I've only been living here for a few days."
"Well, you don't seem very active. I thought you'd be happy to, you know, get back to normal," said Connor.
"Connor, there is nothing normal about me anymore," said Leslie.
The two of them went downstairs. Fred and Cordelia were in the lobby.
"Where's Dad and the others?" asked Connor.
"We got a call," said Cordelia.
"This early?" asked Leslie.
"We can't control things," said Fred.
"But we can control what time we get to school," said Connor. "Let's go."
School was no picnic, either. Leslie dozed off in nearly every morning class. In study hall she nearly dropped her heavy head in a book.
"Leslie," said Kathy, shaking her.
Leslie slowly awoke. "Huh? Oh, hey, Kathy," said Leslie.
Kathy, Harold, and Connor sat down at the table with her. "Leslie, are you okay?" asked Connor.
"I'm fine. So what's up?" asked Leslie.
"How has it been going?" asked Harold. "We've barely heard from you."
"No, I'm fine. It's just hard living somewhere new," said Leslie. "I have to go, guys. I have some stuff to do." She got up. Kathy followed her out of the room.
"What's it like living with a girl who isn't your sister?" asked Harold.
"It's the same as living with anyone else," said Connor.
"Yeah, right."
"I'm serious. It's the exact sesame thing."
"Sure, Connor. If I was living with a girl like Leslie it wouldn't just be like living with anyone else," said Harold.
"Then why are you still without a girlfriend?"
"A few girls found out about my pot doing thing. They really don't like crack heads."
HEAD
NOTE: I do not own any of these characters. They belong to the WB and only the WB. But I do own Leslie and anyone you don't recognize.
Summary: Guess who has become drowsy? It's Leslie. Connor tries to see what's wrong with her.
CHAPTER 2
Leslie released a huge yawn as she walked out of her bedroom. Connor walked up to her. He had a smile on his face.
"Did you have another nightmare?" he asked.
"No. I told you, it's not nightmares. It's night spooks. I always act weird when it comes to being in a new environment. I've only been living here for a few days."
"Well, you don't seem very active. I thought you'd be happy to, you know, get back to normal," said Connor.
"Connor, there is nothing normal about me anymore," said Leslie.
The two of them went downstairs. Fred and Cordelia were in the lobby.
"Where's Dad and the others?" asked Connor.
"We got a call," said Cordelia.
"This early?" asked Leslie.
"We can't control things," said Fred.
"But we can control what time we get to school," said Connor. "Let's go."
School was no picnic, either. Leslie dozed off in nearly every morning class. In study hall she nearly dropped her heavy head in a book.
"Leslie," said Kathy, shaking her.
Leslie slowly awoke. "Huh? Oh, hey, Kathy," said Leslie.
Kathy, Harold, and Connor sat down at the table with her. "Leslie, are you okay?" asked Connor.
"I'm fine. So what's up?" asked Leslie.
"How has it been going?" asked Harold. "We've barely heard from you."
"No, I'm fine. It's just hard living somewhere new," said Leslie. "I have to go, guys. I have some stuff to do." She got up. Kathy followed her out of the room.
"What's it like living with a girl who isn't your sister?" asked Harold.
"It's the same as living with anyone else," said Connor.
"Yeah, right."
"I'm serious. It's the exact sesame thing."
"Sure, Connor. If I was living with a girl like Leslie it wouldn't just be like living with anyone else," said Harold.
"Then why are you still without a girlfriend?"
"A few girls found out about my pot doing thing. They really don't like crack heads."