"So…" Irma said.
"Did you like Mitchell?" Hay Lin questioned.
It had been two weeks since the girls had last spoken. Irma had been grounded the moment she had arrived home, for being twenty minutes after curfew.
"He is all right, I suppose… although I really do wish he would call me honey buns." Irma said teasingly.
Irma could almost see her good friend stopping in the middle of drawing a magnificent picture, to blush.
"I have completely no idea as to what you are doing about!" Hay Lin cried shrilly.
Irma rolled her eyes, and said in a high pitched voice, "Oh Boo-Bear! My Lamb chop! I love you pumpkin! My little Doodle bug…" Irma would have continued, had she not been interrupted.
"Ok, Ok! I get it!" Hay Lin squeaked.
"But really, what were up with those names?" Irma asked, and then sinking her teeth into a apple she had swipped from her brother moments before she had called Hay Lin.
Hay Lin did not respond, so Irma continued. "I mean, yea it's kinda cute, but we're teens! We don't give our boyfriends names like pudding. They are more like things like… sexy beast!"
"Sexy beast?" Hay Lin said, choking down a chuckle.
"What?" Irma snapped, taking a couple more large bites of the apple.
Hay Lin simply sighed.
"Hey, what are you going to dress up as? Halloween in three weeks, we have to go trick or treating!"
Hay Lin snorted. "Aren't we a bit old for trick or treating?"
"To old to beg for candy? I think not! No one is to old to go candy begging." Irma sniffed.
Hay Lin laughed. "I suppose you are right… Although I really don't know what to wear…"
"You'll come up with something. You always have the coolest outfits. I am the one in trouble, here! What can I dress up as, with my stomach?" Irma demanded.
Irma's stomach had grown considerably, and she looked as if someone had gone a shoved a small watermelon down her shirt. She looked quite funny, with her slim arms and legs, and a face of a young girl, and then a round belly.
"Hmm…" Hay Lin said thoughtfully. "Santa Claus?" she suggested.
"Perhaps… but I am not nearly as fat as Santa…" Irma said, then stopped mid-chew. "Or am I?" Irma cried.
Hay Lin laughed softly. "Of course not. Santa is larger then Mr. Brickson… At least I think so…" Hay Kin said.
"Mr. Brickson?" Irma questioned, her brow furrowed.
"Oh, he is a new teacher." Hay Lin informed.
"Oh, Ok." Irma said. "Well I have to go to the doctor for a stupid check up… see ya!"
"Buh-Bye." Hay Lin stated, and hung up the phone.
Author Note – Blah. Sorry. My house is offically up for sale, and I must spend all my time now cleaning. Fun, no? I am pretty sure I will be able to update again sooner next time. Perhaps in less then a week? I don't know…