Edwin Venturi had blown the whistle on an immense amount of occasions. Some for false pretenses, others just for good humor. But the same result happened every time. Elizabeth Macdonald would hurry along to him. She'd rescue him, or just put a stop to his loneliness. He had, had so many crushes on so many different girl. But it always came back down to the girl with the blazing hair, and algae eyes. Unlike Casey and Derek's relationship. There were no fights or arguments to get to where they were. They just were. They were thirteen the first time it happened.
It was her birthday, and Edwin blew the whistle. As she passed him by he pulled her into the linen closet, their secret hideaway. He pulled her face to his, and when it was over she ran out the door. She locked herself in her room for the rest of the night. It was wrong, but it was right. And the love of the two outweighed their guilt. Even now, thirty-three year old Edwin Venturi would take out the whistle, and just like a magic spell hi Elizabeth would scurry down the stairs to him at full speed.
She'd look at him for a second, wondering what was wrong, but then smile curling up into his slender frame. A perfect fit. He'd tuck the whistle inside his shirt, and smile into Lizzie's hair. Leaving it close to his heart until next time it will be used.