Well this is getting cozy! I'm having a too good time writing this story and eating my jello and chocolate ice cream. Oh and I'm listening to my favorite mistake by Sheryl Crow on my awesome brand new ipod speakers! Isn't Crow an awesome last name? Oh it just ended, now it's Raise your glass by pink! Sorry getting off track there, here's the next chapter!
Disclaimer: You know some people don't even put a disclaimer on here so you should be grateful I even bother!
Goodnight, Jane, Roxanne, Lucy, Victoire, and Molly!
Victoire glanced awkwardly at the girl named Jane. "You do look a lot like Lizzie.", commented Roxanne suddenly. Jane fidgeted uncomfortably, "So I've heard." There was another awkward pause. Then, "Well I'm going to bed, I've kinda had a long day and I'm tired…So right then.", Jane stated and pulled her sleeping bag (which had conjured from nowhere) into the corner and got in. She glanced at them uncertainly, "Well, night then, you can turn off the light when you want.", and rolled over. Victoire glanced at her cousins, "Well I suppose we'd better get to sleep, it's been a long day for all of us and-" Roxanne interrupted her, "You've got no right to boss us-" Lucy interrupted her, "Victoire's right, it has been a long day." Roxanne rolled her eyes and was about to snap something back when Molly let out a huge yawn. Victoire gave Roxanne and Lucy a shut up look. She helped Molly into a sleeping bag and crawled into one right next to her, "Go to sleep Molls, we'll be home soon.", she cooed. Lucy sighed and got into a sleeping bag on the other side of her little sister. "Night Molls.", Lucy whispered, kissing her on the forehead. Roxanne just rolled her eyes and crawled into a sleeping bag, staring at the ceiling. Roxanne had always been like the quieter half of her twin Fred. He was the hot head, she was the logical one. She was the one worrying about how they were going to get home, not the one having fun, hanging out with Uncle Fred. As Roxanne stared at the ceiling she started thinking about the possibilities of what would happen to them if they couldn't get home. Perhaps they would still exist and there would simply be two of all of them when they were finally born. Or perhaps they would disappear all together, she thought with a shiver. Roxanne tossed and turned, trying hard not to think about it.
Yeah I know it's a little depressing but I promise there will be a happy ending. I just didn't want this to be an all fluffy story!