Goose Bumps

Lizzie sat on the bottom steps that led up to the attic. The attic that Edwin lived in. The Edwin that she positively couldn't stop thinking about. How could someone catch her attention so easily and keep her hooked. It had all started not two months ago when she started getting these weird feelings about him. She blamed the game closet. The stupid game closet that had them so squished together. I mean seriously 'tweens' who just turned thirteen, when hormones are raging, shouldn't stand that close together. But of course they had to. When Casey and Derek fought that's where they took refuge.

So as she sat there her legs spread wide, and in her knees a soccer ball sat, she thought about him. He'd gotten so cute recently, and frankly it was nerve wrecking for Lizzie. I mean to think about someone who not only is her best friend, but also step brother, in a more than friendly way could cause serious issues. She couldn't crush on Edwin! It just wasn't logical. And Lizzie always tried to be as logical as she could be, with Casey being her sister and all.

"Hey sis!" She heard him call and come down the stairs sitting next to her and throwing his arm around her like so many times before. And like so many times before she felt goose bumps rise up her flesh. And like always she pretended she was grossed out and took his arm off her shoulder.

"Hey," Lizzie said quietly. Don't look at him, she thought to herself. Because she knew as soon as she looked into those orbs of brown she'd surely be lost forever.

"Is there a reason you come to sit on my bottom step?" He asked casually.

"It's not your bottom step." She reminded him like she so often did.

"Yes it is." He corrected, like always. "The attic is my room, therefore these steps are mine."

"Sure thing." Lizzie gave in, nodding. That was something she didn't do. They were typical him and her. They don't argue much and when they do it's usually about the same thing. And she never gives in; he usually does before she even considers it. Because he doesn't like to argue with her, something she admires about him. She could argue forever but he knows when to stop.

"Whoa, that was weird." He said, gasping for effect. "You never give in before I do."

"Well I decided I don't want to argue today." She said, still not giving him eye contact even though she knew he was staring at her. He placed the back of his hand to her forehead causing goose bumps to crawl up her flesh once again. And they were nearly gone too.

"Maybe you're sick." He reasoned. "What's up with you today, Liz?"

"Nothing," She said still trying not to look at him. "I just don't feel like arguing."

"But you love to argue." Edwin said, his knee brushing hers. She didn't know if he noticed but again goose bumps covered where he had touched.

"Just drop it!" She groaned, making the mistake of looking at him. Those brown orbs were sucking her in, and she knew it. She could almost see them swirl with there little flicks of green here and there. He kept her gaze and his face seemed to be inching closer and closer.

"Why?" He asked, still moving closer. And she could almost feel her cheeks flush as she felt his breath on her skin. His soft lips moving. She just stared at him, not trusting her voice enough to answer. He seemed satisfied and he slowly pressed his lips to hers in a sweet kiss, pulling away quickly.

"I'm sorry." He rushed out, standing up and pacing. "I didn't mean to."

"Really?" She asked her voice almost inaudible. He stopped to look at her and she kept his gaze.

"No," Edwin said shaking his head. And without thinking, planning, or considering the consequences, like Casey always told her to, she stood up and kissed him.