So, I liked this story so much I wanted to write the second chapter already, so here I am! Amazing, I know. I wanna dedicate this to one of my favorite reviewers, BlobFish, first for being an amazing reviewer and second because I still owe her a one-shot. LOL. So this is for you!

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Chapter 1

Lizzie

When Edwin and I met, I was absolutely and completely sure this was the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. All it took was one glance across the crowded restaurant and… okay, no, it wasn't really like that. Actually, I was sitting at the booth waiting for my table (and my friend) when the next thing I know, my pretty new dress that Casey made me buy two years ago was soaked and I was staring at the guy with the cutest smile I'd ever seen.

Yeah, that's how it went.

Of course, if you ask Edwin, his answer will probably sound something like, "We met at a restaurant when she was so attracted to me she couldn't look away." Yeah, that's totally not what happened. Which is why you shouldn't listen to him.

Anyway, okay, so our meeting was somewhat disastrous and… well, wet, but he asked me out after laughing for so long we had tears streaming down our faces. My friend? She never showed up, or I guess I don't know if she did. I'd already left with Edwin, who had been waiting for his little sister, but just texted her not to come.

That would be how, ladies and gentlemen, Edwin Venturi and I started dating. We kissed when he drove me home, asked me out on a second date, and so on. After lots of dates and moving in together and all that stuff, he proposed to me on our two-year anniversary.

Yeah, so in a month, I'm going to be Mrs. Lizzie Venturi. I honestly can't believe we're getting married, that I, Lizzie McDonald, the eternal tomboy, will be married. With a husband and all! I mean… Never mind, you got it.

I guess before I move on I should tell you a little about my family. See, my mom got divorced when I was a kid and never remarried, so it was always my mom, my older sister Casey and I. Casey's is my confidante, the one person I will tell absolutely everything to, and my mom is… Well, she's my mom and I love her, but she's a little absent-minded at times and can be – simply put, Casey's more in charge in our family than my mom is. She's always taken care of me (not that my mom hasn't been able to or anything) and she's always been there for me. That's one of the main reasons why I always went to her for everything and why she knows virtually everything about Edwin and I.

Edwin

I love Lizzie. Why do I love her? Well, first of all, she's the only girl who can keep up with me when we talk about hockey or any sport, for that matter, and she doesn't spend hours obsessing over her weight and what she eats (not that she has to at all) and she doesn't make me go shopping with her. That's a big one. The girl I dated before her was the complete opposite, and honestly, I'm glad I'm not with her anymore.

Besides, there's no one better than my Liz. She's just so damn gorgeous and sexy and she's just… I honestly look up to her. I couldn't imagine being with anyone else because I know there isn't one person out there who will complete me as much as she does. It's hard to explain, really, because feelings are so much more than just words, and what I feel for her is more than just a feeling. Am I making any sense?

I am honestly so glad I met her at… Wait, where did I meet her? I met her at a restaurant, right? Oh, yeah! And I think she was staring at me – yeah, that's it. She was staring at me so I figured I'd go talk to her because she seemed to like me so much. So I did and we got to talking and I ditched Marti to hang out with her.

Okay, our first kiss? The words that come to mind are earth-shattering, mind-blowing and other hyphenated adjectives of the sort that would express greatness. And I'm usually not very dramatic, mind you. So that I describe it as that, well, that means it really has to be beyond amazing. And it was. I remember perfectly…

"So, is this the part where I discreetly play with my keys to subtly tell you I want you to kiss me?" Lizzie asked.

I chuckled. "Why don't you just tell me? I think it would save us both a lot of time," I said. Lizzie smiled, this adorable smile that really made me want to kiss her (more than I already did) and instead took out her keys, jingling them in front of my face.

"Point taken," I said, putting a hand on her waist tentatively. Lizzie's smiled widened, and she dropped her keys back in her purse. I took her hand and entwined our fingers, and she put her other hand on my neck, pulling me down to her level.

It was the second before our lips met, the second in which I looked into her eyes and made my decision, that changed our lives completely. No, our worlds weren't turned upside down when she placed her lips over mine.

No, I can't say it felt as if the world stopped moving. I never felt it moving in the first place. It was just a kiss, but as cheesy as this sounds, it somehow sealed our fates. From that moment on, Lizzie and I were going to be together, the two of us as a unit. A couple.

"Edwin, I know you really want the Gators to win, but don't waste your time daydreaming about it. Alabama is still going to win," Lizzie said, grinning at me.

I rolled my eyes. "It's not daydreaming. It's anticipating what will happen," I shot back. "What will inevitably happen."

"Wow. Someone's in denial," Lizzie said, opening the car door and getting out. I followed her and see Derek's car parked next to my dad's car, which was behind Marti's, which was next to the car I could only assume was Casey's, since Lizzie's mom was getting out the backseat of my car.

"Good thing we have a big driveway," I told Lizzie, smiling.

Lizzie smiled weakly at me. "This doesn't sound like it was a very good idea," she said.

Nora came up behind her, putting her arms around us. "There's no need to worry, kids. This will be fine," she said before walking into the house.

I shot a look at Lizzie. "Why are you so worried?" I asked, wrapping my arms around her waist.

"You don't know Casey. I know her, and I know Derek," Lizzie started, "and trust me, they're not going to get along."

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