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Title: Good Morning, Juliet
Fandom: Jump In!
Rating: G
Pairings/Characters: Izzy/Mary
Style: Drabble (100 words)
Summary: It's six-twenty in the morning.
Notes/Warnings: None. (Beware of the awesome??)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I am poor. I am only a Disney Drone. Pay no mind to the silly girl with the computer and the TV.
A/N: This is my first Jump In! fic as well as my first post here. (I won't ask for no flames or for you to be nice--rip it apart! Tell me what I need to work on!) I saw the movie for the first time while babysitting tonight and LOVED it (Corbin's hotness aside). More will be coming in the very near future. Anyone know where else I can post Jump In! fanfiction besides fanfiction.net?
“Well good morning there, Juliet.” Izzy grinned up at Mary.
“Ugh. It’s like…six-twenty. What do you mean, good morning?”
“I mean,” he said, climbing up the ladder. “Good morning.” He kissed her nose when he reached her. “Juliet,” he repeated.
“Oh no,” she began, pushing him away slightly, her hand on his shoulder. “If you’re going to compare us to some classic couple, it will not be Romeo and Juliet.”
“And why not?” He stood back, crossing his arms.
“Because they die!” She threw her arms up.
“Good point. How about-“
“Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy.”
He took her hand.
Fandom: Jump In!
Rating: G
Pairings/Characters: Izzy/Mary
Style: Drabble (100 words)
Summary: It's six-twenty in the morning.
Notes/Warnings: None. (Beware of the awesome??)
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I am poor. I am only a Disney Drone. Pay no mind to the silly girl with the computer and the TV.
A/N: This is my first Jump In! fic as well as my first post here. (I won't ask for no flames or for you to be nice--rip it apart! Tell me what I need to work on!) I saw the movie for the first time while babysitting tonight and LOVED it (Corbin's hotness aside). More will be coming in the very near future. Anyone know where else I can post Jump In! fanfiction besides fanfiction.net?
“Well good morning there, Juliet.” Izzy grinned up at Mary.
“Ugh. It’s like…six-twenty. What do you mean, good morning?”
“I mean,” he said, climbing up the ladder. “Good morning.” He kissed her nose when he reached her. “Juliet,” he repeated.
“Oh no,” she began, pushing him away slightly, her hand on his shoulder. “If you’re going to compare us to some classic couple, it will not be Romeo and Juliet.”
“And why not?” He stood back, crossing his arms.
“Because they die!” She threw her arms up.
“Good point. How about-“
“Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy.”
He took her hand.