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My Fair Lady 2
~Chapter 2~
"Great. Love you. Bye."
The line went dead and I stood there, for about a minute, just holding the phone to my ear. Then I held it out in front of me and kissed it.
"She loves me!" I said to the phone. "She said it!"
"Did you say something, David?" my mom called from downstairs.
"No," I called back dully. Not that you would care even if I told you what Lizzie had told me. Actually, yes, mom. Lizzie McGuire – you remember her, blonde hair, love of my life, best friend for about…15 years or so – anyway, she just called to say that she loves me. Nothing much. Nothing new. You know the drill.
I closed the door. "She said she loves me!" I said again, just to hear it out loud.
Of course, Lizzie had said before that she loved me. On the plane ride home. Sibling love, though. Not love in the "I-want-to-marry-you-I-can't-live-without-you" sense, which is how I loved her.
But it was something. It was a start. And maybe, someday, she would discover deeper feelings for me.
Anyway, the days flew by (okay, all four of them) until suddenly it was Saturday evening, 5:30 pm, and I was at the McGuire's door. I was there to take Lizzie to a movie. No, not a date. Believe me, if I was going on a date with Lizzie, I would sing at the state fair.
So, back to Saturday. Lizzie helped me bring my stuff in, and then she obsessed about her looks for so long that I felt the need to comment about how I thought the movie would have been a waste of time anyway. She laughed. We finally did get to the movie, which I can't remember in the slightest. I was too focused on Lizzie. The best part, though, was when I worked up the nerve to put my arm around her. She totally appreciated it and even leaned her head against mine. Okay. Completely – and totally – besotted – with love. *Sigh* I'm pathetic.
So afterwards, we headed back to McGuire Central and huddled on the couch together to watch another movie. I don't remember that one, either, only this time because I fell asleep.
The next thing I knew, the TV was off, the house was dark, and Lizzie was gently shaking me, cooing in my ear, "Gordo wake up. You have to go to sleep."
I peered at her through one eye. "Do you realize how contradictive and nonsensical that statement is?" I yawned and tried to sit up, but almost flopped off the couch.
"Woah." Lizzie caught me and said, "Leave it to you to use big words when you're half-asleep."
"Ha ha." I tried lying back down on the couch, but Lizzie stopped me.
"No no no, you're not sleeping on the couch. You've got your sleeping bag, remember? I got it all ready for you and your pillow and everything."
"Thanks." I wobbled over to my sleeping bag and slipped in. Lizzie's was right next to mine. I looked over and saw her across the room, fiddling with the straps of her tank top.
"Don't look," she squealed, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I won't. I wasn't." I looked away. "What are you doing, anyway?"
"Oh…nothing."
I snuck one last peek (hey, I'm a guy), and saw her stashing a white article of clothing with straps behind a pillow on the couch. Oh. Right. Girls. Bras. Really, really didn't need to know.
Anyway, we got to sleep soon afterwards, me and Lizzie, the way it should be.
A Note: So….How is it???? Lemme know! R&R! Danke much!!
~Bethany*Katherine~