a/n: To the person who offered to beta: you were anonymous reviewer, so I couldn't even contact you…
still looking for a beta…. And also, some theme songs… tehe…. Still looking for actresses to play them so that I can make a trailer… also, give a yell if you can figure out how the twins got their names… and I loved all the comments about how hilarious that situation would get….
By the way, this chapter is dedicated to my brother, who didn't mind listening to "theories" on the train ride – even if he had no CLUE what I was talking about.
"Who, that old guy? Cynthia asked, craning her neck around to see.
"No, dumbo! Turn back around before he sees you!" Elizabeth hissed, and Cynthia turned back around.
Elizabeth said, "The guy. Maybe a year older than us? Omg, Cyn, he's adorable. No. He's breathtaking. Yeah, that fits 'im. He's peeking out over the newspaper… omg, Cyn, I think I'm in love."
"Don't be dumb. He could be, like, some kinda freak or something."
"Yeah." Lizzie said, eyes gone all starry. "A freak of nature. Since nobody could be that gorgeous."
"Come on, quit it! What does he even look like?"
"A… a God. His eyes are… honey. No, no… gold! No, wait… butterscotch. Yeah. Liquid gold honey butterscotch."
Cynthia laughed, never having seen her sister so obsessed with anybody. "Let me see him!"
"He's not looking anymore. Go ahead, turn around."
Quickly, Cynthia Swan turned to look, and immediately felt dizzy. He'd been looking again, just her luck, and she spun back around.
"Lizzie, you're not in love."
"What?"
"I am!"
"Not fair, I saw him first."
They both laughed.
"Do you think he likes us?" Lizzie asked, staring at her food so that she wouldn't be looking at him. "I mean, he is staring."
"No way. He's just staring because we look insanely alike, and that's creepy."
"Maybe… but imagine if he did! I wish I had the courage to go talk to him."
"Yea, me too." Cynthia said, resting her head on her hands, and sighing. "Is he still looking?"
"No way. No way… how old were those animal crackers last night?"
"New, why? What's going on?"
"He's gone."
"Maybe he just left?"
"I would have noticed him move, Cyn."
"You weren't imagining him, I saw him too, Lizzie."
"Maybe we're both being slowly poisoned by our strained existence." Cynthia rolled her eyes.
"Come on, lets go. I'm done with my food anyway. Let's just go to the bookstore… and if we happen to pass our little ghost man on the way over, it wouldn't hurt anything." Cynthia grinned, and the girls got up, threw out their empty plates, waved goodbye to the cashier, promising to visit, and let the door swing close behind them.
"Shoot." Cynthia said, gazing up at the clouded sky. "It's gonna rain."
"we'll be inside anyway." Lizzie said, but she sighed. "Too bad though. I was hoping we'd be able to go to the park. Oh well."
They walked down the familiar path to their favorite old bookstore. Reading was a favorite pastime of both of the girls. It whisked them away to lands of faeries, witches, ghosts and ghouls, goblins and trolls, werewolves and vampires. Sometimes, even having the feared vampire Dracula for a parent seemed better than the Robinsons.
When Cynthia opened the door to Book Cozy, the chime above the door rang out into the cool air. Even though the temperature was cool inside, Lizzie could feel the heavy warm feeling of the books; hear the crisp rustle of the pages, and their slightly musky scent.
The hippie looking women with curling dirty blonde hair sitting behind the counter gave them a warm smile as both girls headed to the back, the comic book section, and also a seating area with bean bag chairs.
And guess who was sitting, oh so casually, in one.
"Omg, Cyn, we're not crazy."
"Sure about that?" Cynthia said, keeping a casual eye on him, lest he poof into thin air again.
"How did he get here so fast?"
"Maybe he's a fast walker? Like us?"
The boy pulled the book away from his face, and the girls scurried to look like they were doing something.
"I'm not stalking you, you know. You just happen to show up wherever I am." He continued, looking smug. "That wouldn't be my fault, now, would it?"
"Um, no." Lizzie ventured, mortified that he'd heard them. "Sorry… er, you're not from around here, are you?"
He shook his head, bronze hair falling in his face like a halo. "No, but my sister is. Elyce Malva?"
Lizzie's eyes lit up. "Yeah, we know her. She… she babysat us when we we're really little. When we just moved here." She blushed at the fact that she was babysat.
The boy chuckled. "Yes, I know. She thought that the two of you we're delightful."
"Um, thanks." Cynthia said. "I never knew she had a brother."
"She moved here when she turned eighteen. You we're her first job. I just regained contact with her. You wouldn't happen to know where she is, now, would you?"
"Um, no. We haven't seen her in a few years, actually."
"Ah, that's a shame. She's told me a lot about the two of you. Now… which one of you is which?"
Blushing scarlet, Lizzie raised her hand. "I'm Elizabeth."
Turning an even redder red than her sister, Cynthia said, "I'm Cynthia. I'm being rude… what's your name, again?"
He grinned a crooked smile. "That's because I haven't said it yet." There was a twinkle in his amber eyes. "I'm Edwin."
a/n: If you want a laugh, figure out the names… look up Malva on a baby naming site, and you'll find out who Elyce Malva is pretty quickly.
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