A/N: So this is an idea me and another TOTFP fan came up with. I'd like to thank Cookie VanDeKamp for the coming up with it in the first place and for telling me to write it. :)

I tucked my five year-old daughter, Zoë, into bed.

"Papa, can you tell me a story?" She asked hopefully.

"Do you promise to go to sleep right after I tell you?" I asked.

"Yes! Make it a good story, papa!"

"Okay… How about I tell you a funny story about my twin sister Olivia?"

"You have a twin sister?"

"Erm… That's not important. By the way, your mom doesn't need to know about this."

"Okay."

"A long time ago, when we were both 12, Livy had been taking tap lessons and the day of her first recital had finally arrived." I began.

"Wait, who's Livy?" asked Zoë.

"Livy is what I called Olivia. She hated that nickname. So anyways, she had insisted that mom make her a cherry slushy before we leave. Just as we're getting into the carriage Livy announces that she isn't feeling too good. Of course she can't miss this big event for her dance, so mom tells her to deal best she can and get over it."

"Your mom sure was bossy." said Zoë.

"You don't know the half of it. Back to the story now… When we got to the recital Livy found out that Crystal Mitchell, the little sister of the guy she liked, Freddie, was going to be at the recital. This of course meant that Freddie was going to be there as well. I was just about to head backstage with Livy when Crystal comes over and starts harassing her. Then before I could do anything Livy tackled Crystal and had her pinned to the ground. When mom came over and saw the two rolling across the floor, she started yelling and I had to break the two apart."

"This story is exciting!" exclaimed Zoë.

"It was more exciting towards the end so let me finish okay?"

"Okay, papa."

"So by now Livy was all stressed out. I led her backstage and waited with her, trying to calm her down. Finally it was her turn to perform but when she got on stage she saw Freddie watching her and she freaked out and ran out of the building. Everyone started to follow her to see what was the matter. Crystal got to Livy first and started waving a flower in front of her face. Livy was just about to sneeze, when Freddie came up to ask if she was alright. She turned around and ended up sneezing, which caused her to throw up that cherry slushy she had eaten all over poor Freddie Mitchell. To this day I don't think he could get those stains out of his clothes, the end. And now it's time for bed."

"Goodnight, papa." She said sleepily.

"Goodnight, Zoë. Sweet dreams."