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CHAPTER EIGHT

Nancy's spirits lifted some on the way to Chicago. Misty had a goofy grin on her face and she was giddy as they left town. She looked over to Nancy. Nancy noticed and inquired, "What's up with you?"

"Oh my goodness, did you see his smile? It was perfect! A million dollar smile!" she sighed a giggle and started up again. "His teeth were perfectly straight and all white and…and…Ha!" Nancy had to laugh at that. Suddenly, she left the Veronen Brothers behind her and decided to be in a good mood.

Nancy had never seen Bithers as someone to like, you know like-like. He had always been a good friend to her. I mean yeah he's cute, but he's never been more than that, she thought to herself. And it was true. Bithers had always been a good friend of Ned's. When Bithers met Nancy they just clicked -as friends. Ned was her number one man, and always would be. But, she thought, that doesn't mean someone else can't have a mongo-crush on him! She was excited all over again to have a sister to talk to. Bess and George had always been there for that kind of stuff; now all three of them had Misty to talk with.

"No," Nancy smiled coyly, "I didn't notice that perfect smile of his. How was it again?" Misty began to repeat what she said, and then she realized that Nancy was messin' with her.

"What? It was a gorgeous smile!" Misty protested.

"Oh, and that was the only gorgeous thing about him?" Nancy continued to tease her.

"Well…no…" Misty's cheeks turned a light pink and became redder and redder the more she thought about how she had frozen up in front of him. Nancy laughed and began a song, "Bithers and Misty sittin' in a tree- Hey that even rhymes!"

"What! Just because I think a guy's cute suddenly I'm head over heals for him?" Misty sunk down into the seat, crossing her arms.

"Want his number?" Nancy asked slyly.

"His NUMBER! Are you crazy? I couldn't talk to him! I don't even know him! I'd freeze up and stammer worse than I did at the station!"

"So, you get to know him! Thus, his number," Nancy explained.

After a minute of thinking Misty murmured, "Well, if you have his number… I suppose it wouldn't hurt to have…"

"Oh, I have his number, but" Nancy paused for effect, "You have to ask him for it."

"Why do I need to ask him for it if you- Are you serious? You wouldn't do that would you?" Misty saw the mischievous grin that Nancy possessed, "Uh uh, no way! I won't do it. Nancy, no!"

"How are you ever gonna get the guts to talk to him over the phone if you can't even ask him for his phone number in person?"

"I'll just do with out!" She's just as stubborn as I am, Misty thought. "Come on," Misty put on her McGraver-famous puppy-dog-face, "Please?"

Nancy was enjoying every minute of this. The cards are in my hands, she thought. "We'll just have to see what Bess and George think." They talked for a little while longer and Misty took that short nap that she needed. It only took two hours to get to Chicago.