Freaky Friday

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Thanks, guys. I'll post more tomorrow.

[RoryGilmore]

Okay all caught up now Excellent job Brandon, I'm glad Jo(Blair) and Tootie went in and stopped Pruitt. FactsFan was right he was a major creep

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Welcome back, Meghan. Missed you and thanks for taking the time to read.
Here's more. Enjoy.

A few mornings later, Blair awoke, thanks to the sound on the alarm clock that was on her night stand. She shut it off and sleepily got out of bed. But she felt weird. She felt like herself. Could she and Jo have changed back. She looked at Jo, who was still asleep.
"Jo," she whispered so as to not wake up Natalie and Tootie, tapping Jo on the shoulder. "Wake up."
"What?"
"Do you feel different."
"You're going to look different if you don't shut up."
"We may have changed back! Get up. We have to see."
"Alright, alright," Jo replied groggily. Half asleep, she got out of bed, and joined Blair in the center of the room.
"What's your favorite store?"
"I hate shopping. What's 100 x 100?"
"Can I have a caculator?"
"We're back!" Jo exclaimed loudly. "No more shoppinng trips with your mother when I'd rather be on death row!"
"No more wearing your tacky clothes. I got Gucci back. And money!"
They hugged each other. Suddenly, the lights came on. They didn't see it, but while they were celebrating the return of there old selves, Tootie woke up, got of bed and turned on the light. Nat was still alseep.
"What's going on?" asked Tootie, whiping sleeping from her eyes. "Are you two at it again?"
"No." Jo exclaimed, a smile on our face. "We're back. I'm Jo and Blair's Blair."
"Congradulations. When did it happen."
"No idea," Blair explained. "I woke up and I felt like me."
"And I feel like me," Jo chimed in. "This is great. I feel like celebrating."
"I'll treat us all to dinner tonight." Blair offered.. "Where would you like to eat?"
"How about that new classy resturaunt in Manhattan?" asked Tootie. "It's Friday, so curfew's late."
"Good idea," replied Jo. "When I was Blair, Monika took me to a place like that. It actually wasn't that bad."
"Great." Blair, then, looked at her watch. "It's time to get ready to make breakfast. Dibs on the bathroom first!" And before anyone woulf even blink, Blair was out of the room.
"Never thought I'd miss that," Jo joked.
"So, did you learn anything?" asked Tootie. "Wen you and Blair were each other?"
"Yea. Gucci is as itchy as it looks."
"Jo."
"Yea. Not to judge a book by it's cover and to walk a mile in other people's shoes. It may look like they have it easy, but they may not."
"Very good."
As serious as Jo was when she stated what she learned from this ordeal, she couldn't help but be her old tough self again. After all, she went a week with out. Blair didnt knock anyout out, so neither should Jo when she was trapped in her body. "Are you happy, Mrs. Garrett?" she asked, saracastically.
"Very."
"Adam! I need to call him. He had his court hearing yesterday." Like a flash, Jo went of out of the room.
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"Jo, thank goodness I cought you." Blair said, opening the bathroom door as soon as Jo walked by it.
"Blair, I don't have time. I have to call Adam and see how his hearing went."
"Oh, it'll be real quick. I was just wondering if you couldn't bring me something out of the bedroom." Her hair was in a towel and she was in her pink, soft, cotton bathrobe.
"After I call Adam!" Jo almost yelled, annoyed. She started on her way to the lounge, but Blair stopped her again.
"Thanks." Blair replied, looking deadly serious. "For everything. What happened really opened my eyes. When I was in the Bronx, I've never been so scared in my life. You're a tough girl to have survived that."
"Thanks. You're a tough girl to have survived shopping trips with your mother all these years. Also, for what guys do to you simply because you pretty."
"Did you just call me pretty?"
"Great." Jo replied, rolling her eyes. "I'll never live that one down. I really have to call Adam." Just then, an idea came to her. "Come with me."
"What? Why?"
"Just come with me."
Before she could even speak, Jo grabbed Blair's arm and led her to the lounge.
***

[ZeldaGilroy]

Awww...I loved it. Great job!

[RoryGilmore]

Excellent job, really sweet

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Originally Posted by Jo/Blair Fan

Excellent job, really sweet

Thanks. I'm sorry Adam Lambert didn't win American Idol. I was pulling for both of them, so I was happy either way. Adam will get a record deal, though. He's got skillz. lol.

[RoryGilmore]

Originally Posted by EricsUndeadFans

Thanks. I'm sorry Adam Lambert didn't win American Idol. I was pulling for both of them, so I was happy either way. Adam will get a record deal, though. He's got skillz. lol.

I've heard rumors that he already has a record deal and that Queen is inerested in having him as their new frontman, are either of these true, I dont know but I cant wait to see what he does. I was kinda rooting for both too, I liked Kris as well but I was in awe of Adam.

[Nighthawk76]

Great job, Brandon. Getting to see Jo and Blair walk in each other's shoes was an interesting idea for a fanfic.

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Originally Posted by Jo/Blair Fan

I've heard rumors that he already has a record deal and that Queen is inerested in having him as their new frontman, are either of these true, I dont know but I cant wait to see what he does. I was kinda rooting for both too, I liked Kris as well but I was in awe of Adam.

If either are true (which I hope they are), it will be awesome. Adam will probably be as successful as Carrie (Underwood) and Kelly (Clarkson).

And thanks, Mike. I think we all need to take this lesson to heart. Here's the last part. Enjoy.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," Blair complain, walking into the Bronx police station with Jo. "My feet are killing me."
"Well, every idiot knows you don't wear high heels in this neck of the woods."
"They matched my outfit. Or what's left of it, thanks to one of your hoodlum friends."
"I told you I did not know that guy. And, I also told you to keep up, so it's not my fault your shaw got jacked. ad you been with me, I could've protected you."
"I doubt that. You probably would've just said take the rest of her. Take the rest of her."
"Blair," Jo stopped dead in her tracks and turned to face her blonde friend. "Did you learn anything from last week? You say you did, yet all you can do is complain. What if we go back into each other's bodies because the force that brought us out sees you haven't changed?"
"You're right. Sorry." Blair, then, looked up at the celing. "Sorry." Jo rolled her eyes and walked to a policeman's desk.
"Can I help you?" the officer asked, looking up from his news paper.
"I would like to see Adam Oreontelli."
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Adam walked in and saw Blair and Jo, staring at him. He, then, walked to the window and sat in the chair, pickig up the phone. Jo did the same.
"Glad you could make it," Adam said, not showing any emotion on his face or in his voice.
"Told you over the phone I would. And I'd bring a friend."
"So, you'r the real Jo"
"In the flesh. And this is the real Blair."
"Nice to meet you," Adam replied, looking at Blair. "Sorry I scared you the day I shot Ms. Kelley. I'm really not a violent guy. Drugs can do horrible things to you."
"Understandable," Blair said. "I'm sorry I blew you off on the street. I'm just not used to that life style, so I was more scared than anything."
"That's cool. I understand. A pretty thing like you, on the mean streets of the Bronx." Blair blushed.
"So, when do you get out of here?" Jo asked.
"A few years. That offer still up trying to find me help to a good rehab center."
"Yea. That's one of the reasons I brought Blair."
"Really?" Adams attention went back to Blair.
"Yea. I called my daddy after Jo talked to you on the phone and asked to start a free of charge rehand center for the Bronx, since this place is so bad on drugs and everything. He agreed. It should be open by the time you get out and, even better, we're going to name it after you."
"Oreontelli," Jo chimed in. "Not Adam. What do you think?"
"I don't know what to say. Thanks."
"No problem at all. I hope you get to feeling better."
"Thanks. I do, too. So, are you two, like best buds again?"
"I don't think we'll ever truly get along," Jo explained, looking at Blair, but our relationship will be a lot better. Not so judgemental."
"Yea," replied Blair. "I'm going to think twice before I make fun of Bronx people again, seeing as how I know how hard it is to live here. It'll take some time and practice, though."
"Like living life?" Adam guessed.
"Yea. Just like living life."

THE END.

NOTE: Thanks to all my readers who have stuck with this story and for your kind words of encouragement. If it weren't for you, there would be no story and writing is something I love. Thanks for making my dream come true.
God bless you and thanks again.
-Brandon

[ZeldaGilroy]

That was a wonderful story Brandon. Congrats on finishing it and thanks for sharing it with us!

[RoryGilmore]

Originally Posted by FactsFan

That was a wonderful story Brandon. Congrats on finishing it and thanks for sharing it with us!

Agreed

[Nighthawk76]

A great finish, Brandon.