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Cleo, George, and the Christmas Carnival

Evie lets out a crazed, fangirl squeal as she turns the page to her book, realizing what couple is next. "EEEPPP!" she screeches. "GLEO!"

"What happened to secrecy?!" snaps Perdita, walking in.

Evie rolls her eyes. "Didn't I call the dog catcher on you…?"

Perdita looks annoyed. "Cleo and Carter are forever! What's WRONG with you!?"

"Get out, get out, get out of my cottage!" screams Evie, locking Perdita outside the cottage, in the snow.

"Stupid Dalmatian…" mutters Evie, rolling her eyes. "The next story is about George and Cleo, from Invisible sister!"

(Authors note: Bet you thought I'd do Folly, didn't you? Well, I didn't do crossovers for this story! (It IS possible for me to not.))

"Hurry up with those ornaments, Cleo!" Molly yelled as Cleo lugged a box of ornaments out of her sister's red convertible.

"Maybe if you'd parked your car in front of the school, not a block away, I'd be quicker!" yelled Cleo, panting. She wasn't used to this whole 'physical strain' thing. Hey, there was no exercise involved in the lab!

"EEP! Cleo, hurry!" yelled Nicki. What she said wasn't necessary, though, because in seconds, Nicki had run over and taken the box from Cleo's hands. "The Christmas fair is in two hours, and we haven't even started decorating the pine trees around the lacrosse field!"

"Oh, chill out." Muttered Cleo, rolling her eyes.

"Hey, Cleo!" shouted George, running over to her. "Wanna help me hang some lights?"

"Sure, whatever." Said Cleo, walking off with George.

Both started hanging some of the lights Cleo carried over onto some pine trees. "The party's going to be great, I bet." Said George. "Nicki's hosting, after all."

Cleo felt a little prickle of jealousy (strange, huh?) "What's that supposed to mean?" asked Cleo, trying to sound as chill as possible.

"What?" asked George, dismissively, "Just that Nicki's good at planning parties."

"Ah…" said Cleo, before looking away. She avoided saying much the rest of the time they were hanging decorations, but couldn't help but make some big talk when everyone was finished, and had gathered together. Naturally, Nicki was panicking.

"Molly!" screamed Nicki, "Three Christmas lights are out, the streamers are dented, the fake snow is melting-"

"How's that even possible?" asked Cleo.

"It was soap, okay!?" screamed Nicki.

Cleo backed up, holding her hands up, defensively.

"Chill, Nicki." Said George, kindly. "You're doing great. Everything will be fine."

"Yeah." Said Cleo, feeling that prickly feeling again. "Everything will be fine, even if there's no light, the streamers tear, and the fake snow melts."

"AHH!" screamed Nicki, running off to check over decorations.

Cleo smirked, in satisfaction. Molly looked like she wanted to yell at her sister, but ultimately decided to bite her tongue, and just narrow her eyes and shake her head, before running after Nicki. "Nicki! She didn't mean it!"

George gave her a curious look. "What was that all about?"

"Oh, nothing…" murmured Cleo.

That night: (Sorry, the first section was a bit rushed, it was just made to set the tone)

"So," said Molly, as she led Cleo through the crowd. "We were able to rent a ton of booths."

"Is that a dunk tank?" asked Cleo, "In the middle of winter?"

"Yeah, so?" asked Molly.

"Molly, the middle of winter." Said Cleo.

"Ohh…" said Molly, realizing what her sister was saying. "That did not occur to me. I'll tell Nicki to heat the water."

Cleo facepalmed, and shook her head. Sometimes it was hard to believe Molly was her sister. Okay, almost all the time.

"We were able to get other stuff, too!" said Molly, excitement building. "We got one of those Himalaya rides…"

"What?" asked Cleo.

"It's called the Himalayas. It's a ride that spins you sideways around a slanted track, and forces people together with the power of that sciencey stuff you talk about!"

Cleo gave her sister a disapproving look. "Gravity?"

"Yeah, that!" said Molly. "We also got a carousel, ring toss, squirt-gun booth, bumper cars, all sort of stuff!"

"How did the school board ever agree to bumper cars?" asked Cleo, suspiciously.

"Let's just say, they're more afraid of Nicki than a few kids getting hurt." Said Molly, shuddering.

"Ooh-kay then…" muttered Cleo.

"Oh, there's also going to be a dance in the gym, in the afternoon." Said Molly. She sighed. "I wish the Coug was here, but he called in sick, on account of 'too many meatballs.'" She rolled her eyes, "I wish he had more self-control…"

"Well, that's great and all, but I'll be in the lab, finishing my homework." Said Cleo. She began to walk away, but Molly grabbed her arm and turned her around.

"Stupid lacrosse muscles…" muttered Cleo, as Molly smirked at her.

"Oh no you don't." said Molly, "You're going to enjoy the fair. I'm making sure of it."

"Ugh, I can enjoy the view of the fair through the science lab's window." Snapped Cleo.

"Nope, too late to back out." Said Molly, pushing her away from the school.

"I never agreed in the first place!" yelled Cleo.

"Hey Cleo!" said George, cheerfully coming over.

"Great!" cheered Molly, shoving Cleo to George. "You can make sure Cleo has a good time!"

George winked. "Whatever you say, Molly."

"Molly!" screamed Nicki, running over, "The fruit in the punch has gone sour. THIS IS AN EMERGENCY!"

"Okay, Nicki!" yelled Molly, following her friend away.

"Molly has some weird ideas on friends…" muttered Cleo.

"Oh, come on." Said George, "Nicki's nice!"

That stupid prickly feeling again! "Uh, come on." Said Cleo, "How about we try that Himalaya ride Molly was talking about?"

George grinned. "Sure!"

They headed to the Himalaya ride, which just so happened to be 'coincidentally' on the other side of the lacrosse field, far from where Nicki had run.

Before they could get there, however, George stopped Cleo.

"Look." Said George, "The sign for the buffet's fallen. We should pick that back up, before Nicki has another freak out."

"Fiiine." Groaned Cleo, as she went over to a step ladder, and grabbed the fallen sign. She could almost put the sign up, but the hangers were just out of her reach. She stood, wobbly, on her tip-toes, trying to put the sign up.

"Uh, maybe I could help you." George called up.

"George, you're shorter than me." Cleo called down.

"Point taken." Said George, "But you look like you might fa-"

As if on cue, Cleo fell off the step ladder…and straight into George's arms. At first, they were both frozen with shock, then awkwardness. Cleo didn't know what to do, so she said the first thing that came to mind. "George, put me down right NOW!"

George yelped, as he put Cleo down. Quite frankly, they were both stunned that George could hold Cleo without dropping hr. George secretly smirked. Going to the gym had worked! Well, more like doing yoga with the old ladies…still impressive!

"Uh…let's just go." Said Cleo, gesturing to a jock. "Hey meathead! Put up this sign for…Molly!" Cleo knew anyone would do anything for her sister, so she left, feeling content.

They soon arrived at the Himalaya ride. George beamed. "So, you wanna ride? There's no line!"

"Sure, whatever." Said Cleo, pretending to be annoyed. Actually, she was pretty excited to hang out with George.

They climbed into one of the carts, which resembled a sleigh, with a snowy mountains scene on its side. A whole bunch of people climbed on. If it wasn't parents with their kids, it was lovers. Cleo wondered why…

As the ride started, it began to spin on the slanted platform, as Molly had said. Before Cleo could take into account what Molly had mentioned about the gravity, the gravity took effect. She was suddenly forced from where she was sitting…right up close to George.

Cleo stared at him, weirdly, as he wrapped an arm around her. Cleo narrowed her eyes, and George said, "What? My am hurts from being smushed by you." Cleo sighed, and decided to put up with it. After all, they were two friends riding a ride, and one happened to have their arm around the other. That didn't have to mean anything! Right?

Well, it might not have, if Molly didn't suddenly run up to the booth, controlling music for the ride, and request a romantic rendition of Silent Night to be played. Cleo shot daggers at her sister, while Molly just gave a triumphant smirk, as though to say 'Payback for what you did to my friend.'

Cleo sighed, and looked away. It still didn't have to mean anything!

The ride couldn't have ended any slower, in Cleo's mind. But when it finally did end, (and George looked mildly disappointed) Cleo darted off, and out the exit, George on her heels.

"Well…that was fun." Said George.

"What?" asked Cleo, "Uh, yeah. Totally 'fun.'" She added, sarcastically.

"So, what next? I hear Molly got a Ferris wheel to come!" said George.

While Cleo pondered how exactly Molly pulled that off (probably flirting with the people in charge) they decided to go to the carousel, instead.

When they arrived, they realized the line was super long. "The line will only get longer later at night." Said Cleo, "We might as well wait."

So they waited…and waited…and waited.

After about an hour in line, they could finally ride. Except…

"Whoa!" yelled the guy in charge, "All the horses are taken. You can ride in the carriage, though."

The carriage was that sleigh that's on every carousel, and anchored to the ground. "Fine." Said Cleo, who would rather sit on something anchored that some ridiculous pony, bouncing up and down.

So, they sat down in the carriage. The very small carriage. Cleo soon found herself forced very close to George, again. Is this carnival cursed?! Cleo wondered.

This time, Cleo didn't even try to argue when George put his arm around her. "How long does this stupid ride go?" Cleo muttered.

As the carousel went around and around, loudly playing 'Jingle Bells,' Cleo contemplated all the ways to get back at her sister for ordering the world's smallest carnival equipment. Let's just say, Molly's precious lotion might just be a little more white and sticky than normal…

"Well…" said George, "This is fun."

"Yeah…" muttered Cleo. Cleo was annoyed at herself for not being able to put together an intelligent sentence.

When the ride finally ended, Cleo ran off. "Uh, how about we do a game?" she suggested, feeling queasy, for whatever reason.

"Sure!" said George, happily. "How about the squirt-gun booth?"

So, the two went over to the squirt-gun booth. It was Christmas fashioned, where you'd have to squirt water at a target to lift Santa out of a fake chimney. It was actually kind of cute.

Cleo was about to hand over some cash, when George smiled, and thrust his own cash forward. "I can pay."

Cleo sighed. "What a cliché…" she muttered. She hated clichés…yet somehow, George pulled it off.

Cleo and George started to squirt at the target, when George got an idea. Ready…aim…he quickly squirted water at Cleo's pink hair-streak. Cleo gasped, as George laughed. "You should've seen your face!"

"Oh, it is on!" yelled Cleo, squirting George. Soon, the two were in a water battle. George was laughing, loudly, and Cleo tried to hold back a smile.

"You're such a dork!" she said, through laughter.

"But you're more soaked that me!" protested George.

"No way!" yelled Cleo.

"Stop!" yelled the person in charge of the booth. "You're wasting the water!"

They both jumped, in surprise, and squirted the worker, in shock.

"Uh…sorry!" they both yelled, running from the booth. They didn't stop until they reached the gym.

"Hey, sis!" cried Molly, as they entered, "You're right on time! The dance is starting!"

"George! Run!" yelled Cleo, about to run out, when Molly grabbed her by her shirt collar.

"Nice try, but the security cameras are watching you." Said Molly.

"What?" asked Cleo.

"It was Nicki's idea to hang security cameras to make sure people were having 'the right amount of fun,' remember?" asked Molly.

"Oh yeah…" said Cleo, before muttering, "Geez, popularity is really different in real life than on TV…"

"So, go dance!" yelled Molly, shoving Cleo and George onto the dance floor.

"Ugh, this is so pointless." Said Cleo, looking away to hide her blush.

"I have some great dance moves." Said George, with a smirk. He started to do a dance that looked like a mix between the Douggie and the sprinkler.

"Okay, we're getting out of here." Said Cleo, dragging George to the door.

"Oh no you don't." said Molly, standing by the door. "I'm watching you." Cleo couldn't understand why Molly was so determined to make her spend time with George. Little did she know, Molly sensed something even more complex than science in her younger sister, and companion.

"Oh goodie." Said Cleo, sarcastically, as she took George's hand, and led him back to the dancefloor.

To Cleo's dismay, the next song was a slow song. Amongst many slow-dancing teens, and her sister guarding the door like a Doberman, (and some weird, grizzled, mountain-man standing watch by another door) Cleo was forced to slow dance. It was awkward, however, since she and George held each other at arm's length, just staring, awkwardly.

Cleo forced herself to give a little smile. She didn't want George to feel awkward, and she really was enjoying herself. She'd enjoyed the whole night. She just wasn't good at showing it…

To her surprise, George started leaning in. Soon, the gap between them was hardly there at all. Cleo did not know what to make of the situation, so she held still. She could almost feel George's breath on her cheek, when…

POW! She punched him in the stomach. What? It was her first reaction!

"AHH!" yelled George, doubling over.

Cleo's hands flew to her mouth. "I am so sorry."

"I'm f-fine!" he managed to choke out. "It was worth it."

Cleo decided not to mention that he hadn't really accomplished anything. "You know what? Let's get out of here."

"As soon…as I…can stand…" muttered George, breathing heavily.

"…Right." Said Cleo.

As soon as George had righted himself, they were off, running to the door.

"Hey!" yelled Molly, "What're you…?"

"Out of the way, Molly!" yelled Cleo, practically knocking Molly over in her escape.

"Hey!" yelled Molly, as she was knocked towards the wall. "That's not the Christmas spirit!" Molly rolled her eyes, and went to check on the security cameras. She'd be in for quite the surprise…

Meanwhile, Cleo decided a good place to go was to the Ferris wheel. In the air, there was privacy. No weird party planners, annoying sisters, or mysterious, mountain-men. Wow, that was probably the strangest thought she'd ever had in her life.

They sat down in a cart, and slowly went towards the top. The person working the Ferris wheel played the song 'This Christmas'. When they reached the top, the Ferris wheel suddenly stopped. "What's going on?!" shouted Cleo.

Suddenly, the guy working the Ferris wheel took out a megaphone, and yelled, "Minor technical difficulties! The Ferris wheel will be up and running shortly."

"Just great…" muttered Cleo.

"Hey, can we talk?" asked George.

"Sure." Said Cleo, "Not like there's anything else to do."

"I'm…sorry, for trying to, uh…" started George.

Cleo blushed. "It's fine. I'm the one who should be apologizing. I'm just not used to…outright attention."

"Cleo, you're amazing." Said George, "Even if people don't give you attention, they notice. I notice…remember that."

Cleo smiled. "Thanks George. You're a pretty great guy. And so kind."

"So are you!" exclaimed George.

"Me?" asked Cleo. She wasn't exactly the type of person people called 'kind.'

"Yeah. And I know you were having fun tonight." Said George.

"What?" asked Cleo. She usually hid all that emotion.

It suddenly felt like the song was playing louder than normal. Hang all the mistletoe, I'm gonna get to know you better, this Christmas.

"Cleo, I know you better than anyone." Said George. Cleo had to admit, that was fair. Even Molly didn't know her as well as George. "I could see the way you laughed when we were squirting water at each other, and you were smiling when we were dancing." I was?! Thought Cleo. "Even when you were pretending to be annoyed on the carnival rides, we were both enjoying ourselves."

Cleo smiled, and nodded. "I was, George. I really was. It's great to have a friend like you, who can see that."

Cleo smiled, and stared out at the New Orleans sky, now speckled with stars, glowing in the darkness. Even if she wasn't great at showing her emotions, around George, she could never hind them.

"The stars are beautiful, aren't they?" asked George. He seemed to have more he wanted to say.

Suddenly, Cleo leaned in, and pecked him on the cheek. "They are." She said, "I hope that makes up for the punch."

YES! Gleo chapter accomplished! This was so, freakin' FUN to make. I had so many ideas, and, uh, this got long, didn't it? And I did NOT add Folly. It's possible, people! Just unlikely…Well, keep making your guesses about T-Bob. (You'll find out soon enough…) Well, bye!