Ok, here we go again!
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The week seemed to breeze by, and soon it was the night of the game. Liberty didn't know how she was going to handle this... She was supposed to be making JT jealous, and she'd been doing a great job of it so far. But tonight she felt.... skittish.... nervous.... worried about what to wear for the first time in her life. And how to do her hair... and make-up, she'd have to wear make-up... Her mental checklist was going into overdrive.
Gee, I hope that To- JT doesn't notice... She thought.
After the kiss, Liberty had, for once in her life, become dreadfully confused. JT was the guy who made her knees weak, her heart speed up, her hands tremble.... but now.... whenever she was around Toby she thought about that kiss. Every time they pulled a stunt, every time they met to plan, every time he even looked across a room to smile at her...
Her breathing would hitch...
... Her mind would shut down...
...Her heart would stop beating for a nanosecond...
And she would have to command herself to move on, to live, because that kiss was never going to happen again unless she dreamt it.
Which she did...
Every night...
She flopped down on her bed. Is it possible to be in love with more than one person? She thought, thumping her fist on a pillow. If not, Liberty Van Zandt defeats the impossible, once again... Whoopee...
She ran a hand through her hair, still drying from the shower. For the millionth time that week her mind wandered to that kiss. It seemed to be burned into her brain. She knew it was possible, it was hot enough. She groaned. Once she got thinking about that kiss, she knew it would be on her mind all night. She had to get changed.
She rifled through her closet and pulled out a dark red silk skirt that went down about three inches below the knee. Classy, but not old-fashioned. Then she did some more rifling and found an off-white tank-top and a cardigan to match the skirt. She rather liked the look. Pulling her hair up in a fluffy high pony-tail, Liberty took one last glance in the mirror.
She liked what she saw.
She just hoped To-... JT would like it.
Oh, who am I kidding. Get a grip, Van Zandt. So you've got a little crush. No problem, especially if the guy's supposedly your boyfriend already.
Yeah, but, I love JT... and he loves Kendra, so it'll never happen.
How can you have a crush if you're already in love? Besides, he kissed you too, you know...
Her mind continued to fight itself as Liberty slipped on her cardigan. She walked down the steps to the living room, where she found Toby waiting.
Like a true gentleman... both feuding parts of her mind ceased their fighting to watch Toby's reaction, as he turned to look at Liberty.
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Toby felt Liberty's presence before he saw her. Something in the back of his mind registered that the room felt brighter, warmer, more comfortable when she was around. As he turned to look at her, he was glad he had been sitting down.
He had to blink to make sure she was real. He stood politely, not knowing what else to do. She was stunning. Breath-taking, really. He wanted to believe that this was a real date, but the ever-resounding thought of Kendra and JT was so impaled on his brain, he couldn't get it out. Of course, as soon as the thought of JT and Kendra entered his mind, he immediately thought of that kiss...
That earth-shattering kiss....
That mind-blowing kiss....
That.... Kiss.... There wasn't any other word to describe it. Life-altering was an understatement. He had thought of that kiss every day that week. Every five minutes to be more exact. However, the probability of it ever happening again was about... 4,000,000,000,000 to 1.
Hey, he was a computer guy.
Liberty smiled at him in that way that ever-so-suddenly after that kiss seemed to send his emotions into overdrive. Toby knew she'd forgotten all about that kiss. She'd passed it off as a psychological phenomenon, right? She was over it, and back to chasing the ever-unattainable JT. And so was Toby. He was back to Kendra. But the kiss was embedded in his mind, and it wasn't leaving any time soon. He could practically still feel the way their lips had come together in a way that just felt so.... right...
He had to stop thinking now. Liberty was talking to him.
"So, ready?" she asked, politely.
"Uh, sure." Toby held out his arm for Liberty to take. He wasn't sure what else he could do.
Liberty smiled, and took his arm. They walked out the door, arm in arm, each thinking about what they weren't supposed to be thinking of, and the night that lay ahead.
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I know this is kinda short, but I wanted to make this part separate from the game.