As usual, I do not own Little Women, its plot, or its characters. I hope you'll enjoy this! Hehe.

"Jo," the tall boy whispered into the uneasy girl's ear, his brown curls tickling her flushed cheek.

"Jo." He repeated. Under his gaze, he watched her squirm.

"What?" Jo snapped, not daring to turn and face him. She tried to hide her flushed face from him, but Laurie had already seen them.

Then Laurie backed up reluctantly, for he could have stayed in that particular position all day. "What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to read." Jo replied, and she was telling the truth for she couldn't concentrate on her book because of her friend's hard gaze she felt. "I feel sick, Teddy. Go away –I wouldn't want you to catch my fever."

"You have a fever?" Laurie echoed, knitting his eyebrows, his eyes full of concern. Jo nodded. A hand was laid down on her smooth yet burning forehead, feeling her up. Jo tensed a bit at his touch, but her shoulders slumped as she quickly grew accustomed to it, relaxed.

"What would you want me to bring you, old girl?" Laurie asked.

"Oh, Teddy, you really don't need to—" Jo began but was interrupted by Laurie.

"Nonsense, Jo. I'll bring you anything you like." Laurie insisted.

"If you really do insist, then could you please bring me a cup of hot lemonade? You could ask Hannah to make one. Thank you!" Jo said.

Then Laurie ran down the stairs, coming back with a steaming mug. Jo gratefully took the mug and sipped its contents, feeling a bit better.

"What do you want to do? Though there's not much you can do." Laurie said.

"All I really want to do is to rest, but at the same time I want to go romping in the woods with you." Jo replied.

"We could have… Camp Laurence." Laurie suggested, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Jo laughed. "I suppose you could stay here. Just ask your grandfather and I'll ask Marmee."

Then off they went on their separate ways. They met back in Jo's bedroom, telling each other of their respective guardians' responses. Both agreed.

"GAAAAAH I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING TO WRITE!" screamed Eruraina, who was deliberately pulling her hair out, frustrated because of her terrible case of the deadliest illness ever writer-wise – Writer's Block.

Laurie and Jo threw each other glances and moved closer to each other and farther from the girl who seemed about their age, slightly frightened of the eccentric-looking stranger.

"Um, excuse me, but who are you? And what are you doing in my bedroom?" Jo spoke up.

The girl only noticed the pair now. "Oh, hey Jo! I'm Eruraina, the writer of this story."

Jo and Laurie looked at each other again, then rubbed their eyes as if they doubted her presence.

"What story?" Now Laurie asked, puzzled looks on their faces.

"Oh, this story, and a few other fanfics that involve you and Jo 'lovering'."

Jo's mouth opened wide as she gaped in horror but Laurie actually seemed pleased.

"WHAT?" Jo shrieked, but managed to calm herself down a little. "I don't think you should be writing those kinds of stories, Miss, erm," she paused, as if trying to recall the outlandish girl's name. "Eruraina (she and the Laurence boy thought this name peculiar). Anyways, lovering is what I completely and utterly detest! You could write adventures like I do—". Jo was interrupted by Eruraina.

"But, of course! I do write adventures, the only one of which is called The Graveyard of Perpetual Confusion, but I'm not entirely sure if I'm as good as you." Eruraina said with a sparkle in her eyes.

Then Jo, forgetting about the queerness of the young girl, said, "May I read it?"

"Oh, it's in Wattpad. But you don't have any WiFi in this century, let alone computers, so you can't view it. I'm sorry."

Jo seemed a bit put down but looked up cheerfully nonetheless.

"What are computers?" Laurie asked.

"Oh, they're devices that are similar to typewriters, and they have more functions than those old things." The dark brown-haired girl explained as she pointed to one across the room.

"Oh, look at the time! I gotta go now!" Eruraina said.

Then when she left sleep came over the two friends, sleeping soundly, falling down unconsciously on the conveniently placed couch.

Eruraina took one last look. "Hehehehe." Then she took out her camera and took photos of them sleeping together on the small couch, keeping them only to herself as she went back to her musings.

HAHA! APRIL FOOL'S DAY! I'm sorry if it sucked, I really do have writer's block. Thanks for reading, and I'd really appreciate if you gave me a review by just clicking that box below this message. Thank you! C: