I'm sure that you're all very eager to hear what the kids have to say about anything and everything, but bear with me. I'm only narrating, like, two days, so calm down.
Yesterday morning, while Guillermo was watching 'Fishing Fracas', the snow day announcement came on. Wyatt promptly ran outside. Jesse tried to follow him, but I magicked his jacket. "Not so fast. You have a D, and your birthday's tomorrow."
"Hmph."
Wyatt had managed to build an igloo in preperation for when Jesse got done.
"S'not really that fun in here. Quite cold, actually."
Jayli spent the day either rearranging her room or sleeping, catching up on all the late nights from the past few years.
Unfortunately, I didn't manage to completely tutor Jesse. I ended up falling asleep on the floor. To both make up for it, and teach him a lesson about grades, (he and Jayli often discuss the merits of a University degree,) I kept him away from the cake until he was tutored up to an A. Wyatt turned into a teenager a full six hours ahead of him.
Quite unsurprisingly, Wyatt became Good. Jayli nearly dragged him to her styling station, eager to begin work on her lifetime wish of being a fashion phenomenon.
He-and later, Jesse-were not allowed to leave the skilling area until she was completely done with them. She paraded them around the living room at the end, to the amusement of myself, Guillermo, and Bonehilda.
"LLLlllllllladies and gentlesims! Horses and animated bones! Preeeesenting-two of the most stylish teenagers in Isla Paradiso! Possibly the universe!"
"What about the future?"
"Jess, shut up and model your hair."
"Everyday wear! I will accept compliments and accolades for both making and orange look good and somehow corectly pairing up neon colors."
"Formal wear! For those rare special occasions that almost never happen."
"Sleepwear! Or, a reason not to invite anyone over. Ever. Seriously guys, put some dang pants on."
"You're just jealous of my muscles."
You don't
have muscles." Wyatt called from behind the station. "Can we come out now?"
"Yes, that was your cue."
"Athletic wear!Which I put literally no effort in to!"
"Uhh....what outfit are we on?"
"Swimwear!" Wyatt yelled. "Give me a second, these are hard to put on!"
"That's because they're backwards." Jesse informed him.
Jayli sighed. "Guys. Fashion show. At least
pretend to be serious."
"Jess, stop blinking!"
"I was winking!"
"Well, knock it off!"
Wyatt snickered as he showed off his new outerwear but turned into a loud cough when Jayli glared at him.
Of course, that was what started me laughing.
While I was in hysterics, and Guillermo was trying not to follow my example, Jesse swung his arms around his two best friends. "Photobooth time!
Later, after I recovered, (possibly with some alchemical help), Wyatt gave a picture of the newly grown up Margarita.
The rest of the evening, I finally spent some time with my kid.
Actually, we mostly just played dominoes while Jayli painted his teen portrait.
It was.........different.
The next morning, a Saturday, Wyatt was outside with Margarita, finally starting to work on his supermax. Meanwhile, Jesse was cooking in the kitchen while Jayli had breakfast. There were two things that were odd about it.
The first was that when I approached, Jayli did not automatically get up an leave.
The second was that Jesse was actually cooking, instead of trying to burn something with the gas burners.
I sat down and begin t eat my breakfast while Jayli traced the rim of her glass. Jesse shoved a plate of autumn salad into the fridge and cleared his throat. "Scuse me ladies, but I have just discovered that I am highly allergic to awkward situations." He dashed outside. (Notice all the synonyms for hyper. That boy has one of the most serious cases of ADHD I have ever seen.)
After a couple more minutes of awkward silence, Jayli finally spoke. "I have a really, really, really wierd idea that should be able to help both of us."
"But don't think that it means I like you or anything."
I gave her a wary look. "Trust me. You pranked my shower enough times for me to pick up on that."
Her idea ended up being genius. I needed somewhere to throw potions; she needed to work. Thus, Operation: Stylin' was born.
Oh yeah, and I aged up.
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