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Open Your Eyes By Taygeta
Chapter One: With A Smile
There were two rooms.
In the first room, there was a party. The lights were bright and people were chatting the night away. They were commenting about clothes and people and television shows and movies. The topics came and went. They were all self-involved, but so were the people in the second room.
In the second room, there were two people: a boy and a girl. The lights were dim, but the random chatter ensued here as well. It was different from the party, however. It was intimate. Self-involved because there was no one but themselves to be involved.
The two stood talking as if they could always have something to say to the other. Their words held no true weight, but the social value of their conversation wasn't important. They didn't have a witty, charming exchange...it was just simply talking. They were themselves to each other because that was all they needed to be with the other.
And after a moment, she looked at him and observed, "You're cute."
Taken off guard, he looked at her and said, "What?"
She smiled and simply repeated, "You're cute."
And for all the words that didn't mean anything, those two words in that simple phrase meant something.
*-*-*
Lizzie smiled as she woke up, but then when she really woke up, shock replaced smile.
She felt seriously disturbed.
-Cartoon Lizzie- Uh.okay.can anyone tell me what that was all about?
"Lizzie, get up, honey," Mrs. McGuire's voice carried from downstairs.
Lizzie, incredulous expression intact, got out of bed. She tentatively touched her forehead to make sure she wasn't suffering from some weird fever.
-Cartoon Lizzie- Nope. All normal.no NOT normal.
She shook her head and stood up and walked to her bathroom. Lizzie stared at herself in the mirror. It had just been a dream, but she was freaking out.
She had just had a dream where, all details aside, was about a girl and a boy. She, Lizzie, was the girl in said dream. The boy should have been a dreamy form of Ethan Craft or Aaron Carter. Those were dreamy guy form positives, where a person wakes up with the biggest smile ever.
But no, not Ethan or Aaron.
-Cartoon Lizzie- Why not Ethan or Aaron? Why -
"Gordo." Lizzie managed to say as she looked into the mirror. "I just had a dream with Gordo in it."
Her voice was above a whisper.as if she would be making some kind of public announcement if it had been a half decibel louder.
But the dream itself hadn't been that bad and it wasn't like she kissed him or he kissed her or anything. She had just said that he was cute.and if she were to give her non-best-friend-random-girl assessment, she would say that he was, but the girl looking in the mirror was definitely the best- friend-non-random-girl, the one who shouldn't declare their best guy friend as being cute.or anything remotely near that.
"It was just a dream." she said to herself before she started to brush her teeth and start the day with some semblance of sanity.
-Cartoon Lizzie- Just a dream! Just a dream!
But as she glanced into the mirror again, she knew something was bothering her.
The dream didn't freak her out and *that* detail freaked her out. She had liked the dream. They were so comfortable with each other. Everyone else at the party hadn't mattered. They were almost not there.
It was just her and Gordo. It was just nice.
And for whatever it might amount to, she had woken up with a smile.
Open Your Eyes By Taygeta
Chapter One: With A Smile
There were two rooms.
In the first room, there was a party. The lights were bright and people were chatting the night away. They were commenting about clothes and people and television shows and movies. The topics came and went. They were all self-involved, but so were the people in the second room.
In the second room, there were two people: a boy and a girl. The lights were dim, but the random chatter ensued here as well. It was different from the party, however. It was intimate. Self-involved because there was no one but themselves to be involved.
The two stood talking as if they could always have something to say to the other. Their words held no true weight, but the social value of their conversation wasn't important. They didn't have a witty, charming exchange...it was just simply talking. They were themselves to each other because that was all they needed to be with the other.
And after a moment, she looked at him and observed, "You're cute."
Taken off guard, he looked at her and said, "What?"
She smiled and simply repeated, "You're cute."
And for all the words that didn't mean anything, those two words in that simple phrase meant something.
*-*-*
Lizzie smiled as she woke up, but then when she really woke up, shock replaced smile.
She felt seriously disturbed.
-Cartoon Lizzie- Uh.okay.can anyone tell me what that was all about?
"Lizzie, get up, honey," Mrs. McGuire's voice carried from downstairs.
Lizzie, incredulous expression intact, got out of bed. She tentatively touched her forehead to make sure she wasn't suffering from some weird fever.
-Cartoon Lizzie- Nope. All normal.no NOT normal.
She shook her head and stood up and walked to her bathroom. Lizzie stared at herself in the mirror. It had just been a dream, but she was freaking out.
She had just had a dream where, all details aside, was about a girl and a boy. She, Lizzie, was the girl in said dream. The boy should have been a dreamy form of Ethan Craft or Aaron Carter. Those were dreamy guy form positives, where a person wakes up with the biggest smile ever.
But no, not Ethan or Aaron.
-Cartoon Lizzie- Why not Ethan or Aaron? Why -
"Gordo." Lizzie managed to say as she looked into the mirror. "I just had a dream with Gordo in it."
Her voice was above a whisper.as if she would be making some kind of public announcement if it had been a half decibel louder.
But the dream itself hadn't been that bad and it wasn't like she kissed him or he kissed her or anything. She had just said that he was cute.and if she were to give her non-best-friend-random-girl assessment, she would say that he was, but the girl looking in the mirror was definitely the best- friend-non-random-girl, the one who shouldn't declare their best guy friend as being cute.or anything remotely near that.
"It was just a dream." she said to herself before she started to brush her teeth and start the day with some semblance of sanity.
-Cartoon Lizzie- Just a dream! Just a dream!
But as she glanced into the mirror again, she knew something was bothering her.
The dream didn't freak her out and *that* detail freaked her out. She had liked the dream. They were so comfortable with each other. Everyone else at the party hadn't mattered. They were almost not there.
It was just her and Gordo. It was just nice.
And for whatever it might amount to, she had woken up with a smile.