I scratch madly at my legs. Dammit, Ray! Why did you have to wait five minutes before telling me I was standing in a freaking patch of poison ivy?
I look over at CJ; she's sitting on the couch across from me, her head tipped back on the back of the couch, eyes closed.
"Stop itching it." She mumbles, not opening her eyes. "It'll just itch more."
I sigh, but obey, and lay down on my side.
She gets up, massaging the bug bite. She looks around at the shelves, looking in random books and cases.
"So…" she starts finding a dusty old journal, and flipping through it. "That was you making the weird monster sounds, right?"
I giggle, and nod.
She sighs of relief. "Oh, thank god. Fenton thought it was some weird monster thing!"
I lay on my back. "Do you really think Ray likes me?"
I instantly regret asking.
"Ooooh." She whispers, sitting down next to me. "I think somebody has a little cru-ush."
"Oh, hell no!" I imply, sitting up and shoving her. She laughs.
"Omigod, you so do!"
I don't speak.
"I think you do."
"I don't know!" I break, covering my eyes, and rubbing my temples.
She shifts around, and adopts a scruffy old man's voice. She was trying to sound like Dr. Phil. "Okay, let's see. What do you hate most about him?"
I take over Dr. Phil's real voice. Three cheers for mimicking. "Well, Dr. CJ, I would have to say… uh… okay, uh… his nose."
She nods. "It is pretty big, actually."
"His arrogance."
She nods again.
"How he had to wait until telling me I was standing in a patch of poison ivy."
She nods. "Any more?"
"How insecure he makes me."
She grins. "So it's official."
I raise my eyebrows. "What's official?"
She gets up. "That you like him."
I gasp in horror. "Do not!"
"Yes, you do. Just listen to what you said." She then exits the room.
I scoff to myself, and lay down on my back. I look up at the observatory ceiling.
You like him. That tiny, annoying voice in my head chimes in a sing-song voice.
"Do not!" I say aloud, as I continue to scratch my legs, despite CJ's warnings.