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My Fair Lady 2

~Chapter 7~

Okay, so the holding hand thing was okay. Who am I kidding? It was terrific! But then I woke to her hand in my hair and her arm on my back. I just about screamed into my pillow and wet my pants. For a while I had been thinking that she just felt more comfortable around me now that she had told me she loved me. And maybe that was partly true. But why would she always want to be around me and touching me? I mean, I know I am the best person in the world to hang around with, and, don't get me wrong, I loved hugging her, having her in my arms. But it's in my nature to analyze – and sometimes overanalyze – important things, and this seemed important enough.

Anyway, I composed myself and rolled over to face her. We said good morning and she kissed my cheek. (See? See? Contact! Again!) I tried desperately to hide my blush and smiled. I opened my mouth to say something (don't know what) when Matt poked his head over the edge of his seat. Little beaver.

"Watcha doin'?"

"Waking up."

"Well, hurry it up! We only have 10 hours before we get there!"

I groaned and flopped back down on my pillow. "I don't know about you but I'm going back to sleep."

"Me, too," Lizzie decided, flopping down beside me. Matt shook his head and returned to his CD player.

After a few minutes of lying there in silence, Lizzie, "Gordo, are you sleeping?"

"No," I answered. She rolled over to face me. "What's up?" I asked. I actually had been looking forward to sleeping, but this works.

She scrunched up her face in thought. "I dunno."

"Okay." Maybe she thinking about…me? Hey, it could happen!

"How about you?" He shoots—he scores! Maybe she thinking about…kissing me?

"Are you enjoying the trip so far?" Ah well. Close enough.

"Yeah, I am." I guess…I mean, not much has happened yet, but it hasn't been too terrible. "But only because you're here." Ignore me please, Lizzie. It's the hormones talking.

She let out a famous Lizzie giggle and smiled, making her tongue peek out a bit, and her little nose wrinkle up. *Sigh.*

"How about you?"

"Okay, I guess. I'm nervous about actually singing, though, you know?"

"Yeah," I said. I took her hand and squeezed it. "You'll do fine."

She smiled meaningfully at me. "Thanks, Gordo."

Her voice was soft and heart felt. God? Yeah, it's me, Gordo. I found your missing angel. May I keep her?

A Note: Hey, y'all. Sorry I haven't been updating really at all lately, but I have an excuse! I've been swamped with homework, so I haven't had time to write any new chapters, but last night I got finished early with some stuff so I write about three chapters and I have close to no homework tonight so I'll probably get out about three or four more. Oh, and I'll try to pick up the pace a little. I know it's moving pretty slowly. I'm just having a little trouble getting from where I am to where I want to be. In the story, I mean. I solved the physical problem of not being able to move years ago. I just move my legs. Haha. Okaaaayy. Sorry, I had one two many glasses of Tang today. Tee hee.

Catch ya later, mi amigos. (I don't care if I spelled that wrong. I'm fluent in French, not Spanish.)

Love to all my readers,

~Bethany*Katherine~