Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. They are property of Marc Brown and PBS.
A/N: Beautiful Mind, I wanted Ratburn to say 'holy' something, and I wanted it to be something intellegent sounding since it's Ratburn. Then I thought of doing something dealing with rubella (the disease) to add a little humor to it. I happened to have this Macrobiology book that I'm using with my Strange Days at Blake Holsey High fanfiction, so I just looked up Rubella in it. I saw the bolded word 'encephalitis', so I used it. And about the kissing....do you really want me to ruin it for you. You'll just have to wait.
LEARNING TO BREATHE
by Lina Shay
Chapter Ten: Suspicious Little Sisters
Rubella hummed to herself as she did her hair in front of her mirror. Prunella stared at her, looking confused.
"Rubella, where are you going?" Prunella asked.
"Oh," Rubella said, looking a little flustered. "Just to Catherine's. We're probably going to do make-up and things like that."
"Then why bother doing your make-up now?" Prunella said skeptically.
"You really don't know much about being a teenager, do you?" Rubella laughed, getting up and walking through the house.
Prunella immediately followed her, saying, "Why do you go to Catherine's all the time? I mean, this is like the umpteenth time this week."
"We have teenager stuff to talk about," Rubella insisted, grabbing her coat from the hall closet on the way to the door.
Prunella folded her arms, sulking, as Rubella left.
"Something's going on," Prunella muttered to herself.
Quickly, she grabbed the phone and took it to her room. She dialed in a number and listened to it ring. Finally, Francine answered.
"Hello?"
"Francine," Prunella began in a whisper.
"What's wrong?" Francine asked. "Why are you whispering?"
"This is urgent," Prunella insisted. "What have Catherine and Rubella been doing? It's not something illegal, is it?"
"What are you talking about?" Francine demanded.
"Rubella, what has she been doing over there every night?" Prunella explained.
"Rubella hasn't been over here," Francine told her. "Catherine's been grounded all week. No one's been allowed over."
"What?" Prunella asked in shock. "But she said she's been over there?"
"She hasn't. Sorry," Francine said.
"Why would she lie to me?" Prunella muttered, hurt.
"Hey, wait!" Francine exclaimed. "This didn't start about a week ago, did it?"
"Yes, it did," Prunella told her. "Who did you know?"
"Well," Francine began, "I overheard my sister talking to your sister on the phone about frat guys."
"Frat guys?" Prunella repeated doubtfully.
"Yeah, I bet she has a secret boyfriend," Francine announced.
"No way!" Prunella laughed.
"She hasn't been getting extra gussied up lately, has she?" Francine asked.
"Well, yes, she has," Prunella muttered.
"She hadn't been loosing focus or humming to herself, then?"
Prunella bit her lips, saying, "Yes."
"I know it!" Francine gloated. "Your sister is in love."
"In love!" Prunella shouted. "Why would she want to go and do a thing like falling in love?"
"I don't know," Francine said. "Teenaged girls do it all the time for some reason."
"I wonder who this secret boyfriend os her's is," Prunella mused.
"Why not ask Fern to help you find out?" Francine suggested.
"Oh, we won't need her," Prunella insisted.
"We?" Francine asked.
"You're going to help me, aren't you?" Prunella pleaded.
"Well....All right," Francine said. "What do you want to do?"
"I guess we should follow her when she goes out tomorrow," Prunella told her.
"Why not just follow her on her date?" Francine queried.
"Because she'll be expecting that," Prunella whispered. "Tomorrow' Saturday. We can follow her around and make a list of all the guys she talks to."
Francine shook her head, saying, "I guess I'll see you tomorrow then."
"Don't tell anyone about our mission," Prunella instructed.
"All right." With that, Francine hung up the phone.
A/N: Beautiful Mind, I wanted Ratburn to say 'holy' something, and I wanted it to be something intellegent sounding since it's Ratburn. Then I thought of doing something dealing with rubella (the disease) to add a little humor to it. I happened to have this Macrobiology book that I'm using with my Strange Days at Blake Holsey High fanfiction, so I just looked up Rubella in it. I saw the bolded word 'encephalitis', so I used it. And about the kissing....do you really want me to ruin it for you. You'll just have to wait.
LEARNING TO BREATHE
by Lina Shay
Chapter Ten: Suspicious Little Sisters
Rubella hummed to herself as she did her hair in front of her mirror. Prunella stared at her, looking confused.
"Rubella, where are you going?" Prunella asked.
"Oh," Rubella said, looking a little flustered. "Just to Catherine's. We're probably going to do make-up and things like that."
"Then why bother doing your make-up now?" Prunella said skeptically.
"You really don't know much about being a teenager, do you?" Rubella laughed, getting up and walking through the house.
Prunella immediately followed her, saying, "Why do you go to Catherine's all the time? I mean, this is like the umpteenth time this week."
"We have teenager stuff to talk about," Rubella insisted, grabbing her coat from the hall closet on the way to the door.
Prunella folded her arms, sulking, as Rubella left.
"Something's going on," Prunella muttered to herself.
Quickly, she grabbed the phone and took it to her room. She dialed in a number and listened to it ring. Finally, Francine answered.
"Hello?"
"Francine," Prunella began in a whisper.
"What's wrong?" Francine asked. "Why are you whispering?"
"This is urgent," Prunella insisted. "What have Catherine and Rubella been doing? It's not something illegal, is it?"
"What are you talking about?" Francine demanded.
"Rubella, what has she been doing over there every night?" Prunella explained.
"Rubella hasn't been over here," Francine told her. "Catherine's been grounded all week. No one's been allowed over."
"What?" Prunella asked in shock. "But she said she's been over there?"
"She hasn't. Sorry," Francine said.
"Why would she lie to me?" Prunella muttered, hurt.
"Hey, wait!" Francine exclaimed. "This didn't start about a week ago, did it?"
"Yes, it did," Prunella told her. "Who did you know?"
"Well," Francine began, "I overheard my sister talking to your sister on the phone about frat guys."
"Frat guys?" Prunella repeated doubtfully.
"Yeah, I bet she has a secret boyfriend," Francine announced.
"No way!" Prunella laughed.
"She hasn't been getting extra gussied up lately, has she?" Francine asked.
"Well, yes, she has," Prunella muttered.
"She hadn't been loosing focus or humming to herself, then?"
Prunella bit her lips, saying, "Yes."
"I know it!" Francine gloated. "Your sister is in love."
"In love!" Prunella shouted. "Why would she want to go and do a thing like falling in love?"
"I don't know," Francine said. "Teenaged girls do it all the time for some reason."
"I wonder who this secret boyfriend os her's is," Prunella mused.
"Why not ask Fern to help you find out?" Francine suggested.
"Oh, we won't need her," Prunella insisted.
"We?" Francine asked.
"You're going to help me, aren't you?" Prunella pleaded.
"Well....All right," Francine said. "What do you want to do?"
"I guess we should follow her when she goes out tomorrow," Prunella told her.
"Why not just follow her on her date?" Francine queried.
"Because she'll be expecting that," Prunella whispered. "Tomorrow' Saturday. We can follow her around and make a list of all the guys she talks to."
Francine shook her head, saying, "I guess I'll see you tomorrow then."
"Don't tell anyone about our mission," Prunella instructed.
"All right." With that, Francine hung up the phone.