"You like Davey," Elsie screams in the middle of the night, it wakes me up instantly. Not like I was sleeping anyways.
"What?" I ask groggily, okay, so maybe I was a little asleep. I look over and she is sitting up in her bed. Her shadow is on the wall from the moonlight peering in from our window.
"I was thinking about today, your reactions, I mean. You like Davey, I know you do." She says excitedly. "I don't care how much you regret it, I know you do. You blush scarlet every single time you see him."
"How do you see me and him? You always have your attention on Les." I say. She blushes at the sound of his name. She ticks off the reasons on why she thinks I like him.
"Do you still want to be an actor? I ask. "You may not think about it much, on account of thinking of Les."
"Of course I want to be an actor, but Les is something I can have now." She says, "I mean, I really like him, and it might take years before I'm famous. But I mean, I really like him, but you always tell me relationships don't last long, in certain cases. I just really want him, please let me have him. He is perfect for me, and just an inch taller than me." I rub my hands on my face and smile.
"I don't like Davey, go to bed" I say, blushing, so glad she didn't see it. She disagrees with me and eventually goes to bed. I don't like Davey that way, I think. That's just wrong; he can't cheat on his wife. I don't know her but I have a feeling she will hate me. The last strains of thought lead me to my dreams, in which of course, Davey is there.
"Ella, I really like you," he says with a warm smile. He picks me up and spins me around a lot; I'm dizzy in an instant.
"Put me down," I giggle. "Put me down before my skirt goes over my head." In a few more spins, he doesn't put me down, he just holds me a different way, bridal style. I notice the dimples in his cheeks after he kisses my forehead. Race calls us from the other side of the fountain, a cat call, of course. Davey doesn't do anything; he smiles at him as I hide my face in his shirt.
"Ella, wake up," pleads Elsie, "Les and Davey are here." She has to shake me a few times.
"Whoa," I shout. I find myself starring at the celling and my body aching as I recognize I fell off my tiny bed; my head's spinning and I think I say something, "Ouch, dang it Elsie."
"Sorry, but Les and Davey are waiting for us, they are in the main room." she whispers defensively.
"Whatever, we're ladies, they can wait." I mutter, slowly rising from the ground. I hate that Dad got our apartment with all wooden floors, seriously, they weren't needed. I rub the possible bruise and get up slowly and throw something on. I walk into the main room as Davey stands up and walks over to me.
"Teal was Maggie's favorite color…" he says. I remember him telling this to me yesterday. She was his nurse in the orphanage.
"Anyways, Les and I already go the papers. Here is what you and Elsie get to sell today." He says. He gives me our bundle in a way his hand brushes over mind. I gush inside as in an a second, an electrical shock runs up my arm and up my neck. I blush as it reaches my heart, I can feel it skip a few beats. Oh my gosh, I thought, I like Davey that way.