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~Lock Down~
Chapter 3
"So," Lizzie says to him
"Yeah?" He answers.
"You're the smart one. You figure out how we're supposed to get out of here."
"Oh," he says sarcastically. "Right."
"Excuse me?"
"Why am I supposed to find our way out of here? It's your fault we're in here."
"What? No it isn't!"
"Yes, it is."
"Okay. Tell me, then. Why is it my fault that we're in here?"
"As opposed to mine, or just in general?"
"Stop with the smart talk and tell me!"
"You're starting to sound like Kate."
"You're stalling."
"Am not. I know exactly why it's your fault. I've already thought about it."
"Whatever. Are you gonna be like this all night?"
"Maybe."
"So are you gonna tell me now?"
He doesn't answer. He just crosses the room to look out the window again. He isn't nervous anymore. He is angry now. He has hidden his feelings for her for too long now. And just when he is being forced to tell her, she is treating them like it's their way out of a locked room. Does it not matter at all to her that he may see her as something other than a friend?
"I really like you, Lizzie," he says to the window.
"What?" she says.
"I have for a while. And you never noticed. Not once. Not ever."
"Well – I – didn't – think – do you – I –"
"And isn't it funny that it only took Isabella a little under two hours to figure out how much you meant to me."
There is no anger left in her face when he turns to face her.
"But – I –" She stammers.
"That's why she locked us in here. Because she wanted you to finally realize how much I love you." His face turned red at this. "I'm not sure I actually meant love," he says quietly, looking down after a few moments of stunned silence.
She glides over to him, silently. "What did you mean?" she asks softly.
He looks up at her, mouth hanging open. He stares at her, because he doesn't know what to say, and even if he did, he does not know how he would make his mouth move to say them.
There is no anger left in her face when he turns to face her.
"But – I –" She stammers.
"That's why she locked us in here. Because she wanted you to finally realize how much I love you." His face turned red at his. "I'm not sure I actually meant love," he says quietly, looking down after a few moments of stunned silence.
She glides over to him, silently. "What did you mean?" she asks softly.
He looks up at her, mouth hanging open. He stares at her, because he doesn't know what to say, and even if he did know what to say, he doesn't not know how he would make his mouth move to say them.
A Note: Eh, what do you think? I wasn't really sure where I was going with this, so let me know if it doesn't make sense or something. And email me! Please!! R&R ~B*K~
