Okay, here is the next chapter. I am hoping that it will come out like I want; probably why it has been taking so long. Anyway, moving on, I would like to thank all of you who have been reading and reviewing this; you are all so encouraging, please don't stop.
Dawn, May, and Misty did everything they were supposed to do during the sleepover. They had gone grocery shopping for junk food, eaten the food they went shopping for, rented seven movies (even though at most they would only watch four), and were beginning to make prank calls.
"You know what is better than a prank call?" Misty asked with an evil glint in her eye.
"What?" May and Dawn asked innocently as they sat in their pajamas, phone in hand, surrounded by cartons of ice cream containers. Misty quickly grabbed May and began to whisper in her ear. Dawn leaned in only to get pushed away by Misty. Shortly after, May started giggling and they both turned to Dawn.
"What?" Dawn pouted. They continued to look and giggle. "You know as friends you are supposed to share… Wait, I don't have something on my face, do I?" Both girls shook their heads no and continued to giggle. "Come on, guys; I am so not helping pay for the pizza anymore," Dawn grumbled.
"Do you really want to know?" May asked. She began leaning toward Dawn. Dawn nodded. "Are you sure you want to know?" Dawn nodded again, this time it was slower; she could tell they were up to something. "Are you sure that you really, really, really want to know?" Dawn rolled her eyes.
"Come on, you two; spill it!" she shrieked from desperation. Both girls giggled again, much to Dawn's dismay. Misty handed Dawn the phone and laughed as she carefully took it.
"You have to call Paul and tell him we're in!" Misty yelled. May and Misty fell on the ground rolling with laughter. Dawn's face paled as she glared at her friends, trying to hide her nervousness.
"I don't have to do it," Dawn said. She threw the phone at Misty. Misty and May were still rolling around laughing so much that they didn't care. Dawn huffed and went into the kitchen, grabbing a can of whipped cream. She began to spray the milky, white substance all over her two friends; who shrieked and ran around May's living room.
"Keep it down, please!" a desperate yell called from upstairs. The three girls froze and turned to look on the staircase. Norman stood there in his pajamas, obviously annoyed.
"Yes, Dad," May whispered. She and her friends all sat down and smiled as angelically as they could.
"Yes, Mr. Maple," Misty and Dawn chimed. May's dad only sighed as he walked back to the top of the stairs grumbling about "sleep deprivation" and what not. Misty picked up the phone and handed it back to Dawn.
"You have to do it; you lost," she said. Dawn groaned and May and Misty frowned at her.
"Fine, but I have a new rule about that 'not it' game," Dawn said while holding up her hand and punching in the digits. "You can only lose once in a row. Meaning next time, it is one of you!" Dawn said, still glaring evilly at her two companions.
"Did you dial *67 first? Is it on speaker phone?" Misty asked while Dawn clutched the phone nervously. Dawn nodded.
"Remember, tell them to meet you in the park," May said watching Dawn as well.
"Wait, me? You mean us!" Dawn hissed. The two girls nodded. "Okay, I can do this," Dawn said as she pressed the green talk button on the phone. The phone rang three times. "Maybe he's not there," Dawn said. The youngest friend was definitely ready to hang up.
"Hello?" a tired, rough voice whispered through the phone. Dawn squeaked and Misty and May motioned for her to speak.
"Paul, I—we are ready to take you guys up on that deal," Dawn said, gaining a little confidence. There was a long pause on the other end. "Paul?" Dawn asked shyly. "Hello?" she whispered a little bit loudly.
"What time is it?" Paul answered, finally. The three girls looked over at the clock. Its red flashing buttons read "4:45 A.M."! Dawn squealed as she hung up the phone. Misty and May started laughing and Dawn stood there…red. Her face was beet red, matching her red pajamas. She hadn't looked that red since the ski accident last year when a tree branch caught her and ripped a hole in her pants, in front of the whole school.
"Why me?" Dawn moaned. She then fell into the sofa, covering her face with a pillow. "Your fault," came a muffled cry a few seconds later.
Okay, so I hope you like it. You know what? All of my high school stories have a sleepover in them; now you know what I did most of my high school life. Anyway, be my friends, tell me how this chapter was. (By the way, I stole the best BETA! Everyone be jealous!)