HEY EVERYBODY! I've decided that I might include an author's note at the beginning and end of every story, just to talk about my writing progress and to give my two cent's worth about the show. As hopefully every MBAV fan knows by now, the second season will air sometime this fall, probably September! AAAAHHHHH! Can't wait! Also, special thanks goes out to narutoxhinataxneji1, who complimented my story on Fanpop. :-) Hope everyone enjoys this one as well!

DISCLAIMER: I own none of the characters, save Lizzy Weir, or the show. The show belongs to the geniuses at Fresh TV and Disney Channel.

How the weekend had gone so fast, I never figured out. Yet there we were, walking down the hall to third period the Monday after our own little demon invasion. Benny and I were discussing what we'd been fighting over all weekend, when we spotted Liz walking in front of us.

"Hey Liz, wait up!" Benny called as we ran towards her.

"Hey guys," Liz said cheerfully. "It seems like I just saw you two hours ago, Benny."

"Ha ha, that's hilarious," he said without laughing. "Anyway, Ethan and I have been arguing about something truly important all weekend. Tell her, E."

"Uh, no," I said defensively. "You're the one who started this argument."

"Alright, fine," he sighed. "We were just wondering if you could… pop a bag of popcorn with your hand."

She looked at us like we were crazy. Deep inside, I thought it was a great question.

"Seriously," she started, amused, "of everything you could possibly ask a fire fairy, you ask me that?"

We were feeling pretty stupid at that moment, but then she smiled.

"Try three to four bags at once," she said proudly, walking away.

"Oh, yes!" Benny exclaimed, pumping his fists in the air as we walked on. "Sweet! I am totally hosting the next movie night with my popcorn-popping cousin!"

"Benny! Shut up!" Liz hissed, turning on him. "Nobody else needs to know about this."

"Easy," Benny said, putting his hands up for protection. "Nobody listens to what I say anyway."

"That's true," I verified. She rolled her eyes and walked off to class.

"I told you!" he rubbed in once she was gone. "I told you!"

"Okay, fine, you were right," I gave in. "Can we just get to class before we're late?"

"You're just upset because you lost," he said defensively.

"Oh, yeah. I'm definitely crying inside," I grumbled, walking away from him.

"Hey," he said, sounding a bit hurt, "what'd I do? You haven't been this grumpy since you were a werewolf."

I sighed. "Sorry, Benny. You're right. It's just… I'm so frustrated with myself."

"About what?" he asked.

"I've been hanging out with Sarah for more that three months now, and I still haven't found the guts to tell her how I feel," I confessed sadly.

"Hey, give it some time, man," He said, patting me on the back. "If it's any consolation, you're doing way better than I would've expected."

"Really?" I asked, surprised.

"Well, yeah," he said, starting to laugh a bit. "I mean, you haven't thrown up on her or anything."

"Dude!" I exclaimed. "That was in sixth grade, and I told you I was feeling well that morning."

"But still," he insisted wit a big smile, "you haven't done it since that."

I shook my head as we walked into Geometry. "Look," Benny began as we sat down, "do you want me to talk to her?"

"What? No," I said. "That's way too middle school. I just have to be patient… You think maybe she'd ask me out?"

Benny looked unsure of how to answer for a few seconds. "Yeah, totally," he said unconvincingly.

"You are such a bad liar," I whispered, shaking my head.