Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this fanfic.
My Fair Lady 2
~Chapter 5~
I dreamt that night that Lizzie was an angel and that she fell from the sky into my arms.
Well, onto me, anyway.
"AHH!"
I woke to see Lizzie's nose and forehead pressed against mine. She was laying on top of me. She had rolled off the seat and landed on me. She was clearly as shocked as I was, and hadn't realized she had rolled until she woke up to see me in her face. Literally.
There were two options running through my head:
1) bridge the three centimeters between our lips and kiss her, or
2) laugh it off, joke about it.
"Good morning, Lizzie," I said pleasantly.
"Gordo, I am so sorry!" she said, extremely apologetic. Her cheeks were dusted pink. I could guess that I was probably sporting my own scarlet blush.
"It's fine, It's fine," I assured her, pushing myself up into a sitting position. And it certainly was. I'm not sure I had ever woken so pleasantly before. She had scooted back and was sitting on the tail end of my sleeping bag where my feet were. The van was still dark. We were both sitting there blinking and yawning.
"Do you…" I said after a few moments, "just wanna stay here for the rest of the night?"
"Sure." She nodded. Smiled. Was my face glowing? Or was that just me? I pulled her pillow down and put it next to mine. There wasn't much room on the floor, so we'd sleep pretty close together. Actually, right next to each other. I couldn't decide if this was a wish-come-true or a curse. On the one hand, I was so in love with her that whenever I was near her, my veins filled with adrenaline and my stomach with butterflies, and although all that was unpleasant, the happiness and excitement and thrill that surged through me was totally my anti-drug. On the other hand, though, what if she noticed me all, you know, extremely excited to be sleeping next to her?
Oh well, too late now.
She burrowed in her sleeping bag and wriggled over next to me.
"Well, goodnight. Again." She giggled. The she seemed to hesitate for the tiniest second before lightly brushing her lips against my cheek.
I lay there, frozen, in shock.
"Goodnight," I forced myself to say after about an hour.
Lizzie laughed. "Now that's what I call a delayed reaction." You have no idea.
I laughed, too. "Yeah." On some crazy impulse, I reached my hand down and took hers, and gave it a light squeeze. I could tell she didn't expect this, but when I went to pull my hand back, she caught it and kept it with her the whole night.
I dreamt that we were kissing on the beach. To which I can only say: I. Wish.
Author's Note: Well????????? Let me know!!!!!!