This is my apology for not updating my other two H20 fics...I have writers block, which sucks. So yeah, enjoy.
"What if we lick our lips?" Cleo asked suddenly. Emma and Rikki looked up at her sudden question, but Lewis' eyes remained firmly on his notes. They were in Cleo's living room. Her mum was at work, her dad out fishing and Kim at a friend's house. "If we lick our lips," Cleo explained at their puzzled glances. "We get them wet. If we get wet, we grow tails, remember?"
"She's right," Emma agreed. "And isn't lip balm mostly water, or something? Lewis?"
"I'm a guy, why would I know that?" Lewis shook his head.
"What if we sneeze?" Rikki said, seriously. "Or better yet, what if we throw up all over ourselves? Will we be fishes then?"
"That's disgusting-" Cleo moaned.
"-but a good point..." Lewis, um, pointed out, finally looking up at the three girls stood around him. "Now, we can test Cleo's question easily, but if anyone's willing to stick their fingers down their throat..." he tried to ignore the girls' disgusted expressions. "Cleo?"
Cleo's expression turned from disgusted to alarmed in the space of a second. "Lewis..." she began slowly. "You're my best friend and you know I'd do anything for you..." she looked at him quickly. "...but that..."
A quick glance at Emma and Rikki showed they weren't going to volunteer. "Ok, ok," Lewis sighed, crossing something off in his notebook. "But when you feel ill and are sick-"
"-We'll aim for the toilet bowl, thanks, Lewis," Rikki interrupted swiftly. Cleo was a sucker for the guilt trip, she knew.
"Now, for the sneezing..." Lewis began, to be quickly cut off by Emma pretending to sneeze into her hands.
"I'm good," she quickly clarified and Lewis nodded, while the other two girls tried to hold back giggles. Suddenly, Cleo's face became serious.
"What if we like...kiss someone...?" she asked hesitantly. "I mean when someone kisses you it's kinda...wet, isn't it?"
"Um..."
"Oh come on," Cleo laughed. "Don't tell me you've never kissed anyone before!"
She looked round at the three sheepish faces in front of her. "How could you not have?"
"Cleo you've known me a long time," Emma said calmly. "Have I ever had a boyfriend?"
"No, I mean-"
"And I've never really been in the right place in at the right time, with all the moving around," Rikki added. "Boys aren't really on my mind,"
"But I mean-"
"So we're gonna have to test it?" Emma asked Lewis, who was sat very rigid in his chair.
"Uh, possibly," Lewis answered slowly.
"Glad you're volunteering, Lewis," Rikki grinned, patting his shoulder. "No go and plant one on Cleo,"
"What?" Lewis and Cleo cried.
"Well, I'm not kissing you," Rikki explained in a 'duh' tone of voice. "And Emma likes Byron-"
"I DO NOT!"
"-so it would be like two-timing," Rikki continued, ignoring Emma's glare.
"Erm, hello, what if I like someone?" Cleo pointed out while Lewis' brow furrowed into his 'I'm-not-quite-sure-what's-happening' frown.
"You do," Rikki smiled. "Lewis,"
Cleo opened her mouth and closed it again.
"Wow," Rikki said after a moment of silence had passed. "That was a good guess,"
"Look guys I'm not kissing Lewis, he's like a brother or some-" Cleo was cut off as stood up and kissed her. "-thing..." she finished breathlessly as he pulled away.
"That was just for science, right?" Lewis told her.
"Um...yeah, sure, fine," Cleo said, a little too quickly. "I'm gonna just go...upstairs, and uh, do...something..." Cleo licked her lips, which had suddenly become dry.
And then she fell to the ground as a mermaid.
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