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KEVIN'S POV
Was it wise to let Lizzie take us all the way to California? To some town called Hillridge? Where I've never been, but she thinks is important.
Well, it's better than everything else. I mean, we definitely have nothing better to do.
But it still plagues me why her name sounds so familiar, like I've heard it before?
Elizabeth McGuire of Hillridge, California.
McGuire! Where did that come from? Blast it all! Why the heck does it sound so dang familiar!! I'm sure I've heard it before somewhere, but where!?!?
Speaking of Lizzie, I turned around just in time to stop her from making a few comments or perhaps rude gestures to some old lady walking by.
She gives me a look but makes no comment on my actions.
That brings another thought to mind. Lizzie has been giving me an awful lot of looks lately. Does she know? Oh don't be silly! Of course she doesn't know Kev, I mean, how could she possibly know about that?
Lizzie started chuckling suddenly, interrupting my thoughts.
I turned around to stare at her, but seeing my face only made her laugh harder.
"Lizzie? Liz," I asked, though a bit tentatively, "Are you ok?"
She jerked her head up and down to say 'yes', but the movement seemed to release more giggles. Had she lost her mind? Was she finally cracking and going nuts? When we were free?
"Lizzie, why are you laughing?" I prodded again.
"Look-," she said, snorting before she could finish her sentence. Her sides were heaving with laughter, and she didn't show any signs of letting up.
Yep, she's definitely gone nuts, I thought to myself. She is looong gone.
"Look....at us..we look ridiculous!" she, managing to find a breath, "like we were in a trash can for a few years."
"Uh.technically we were," I said, not quite catching on.
Just then, realizing how strange she must look, standing there in the middle of the street, filthy and laughing her head off, she straightened.
"Sorry, brief moment of insanity, had to let it out," she said staring at me in all seriousness, but obviously holding back more maniacal laughter.
I shook my head at her and we kept wandering through the streets.
Slowing down in order to keep the pace with me, Lizzie asked, "How are you feeling?"
Did she know? I wondered again.
"I'm fine," I said, though a little too quickly, "Why?"
"Wondering," was her simple reply, "'cause I can tell you're thinking the same thing about me."
I shook my head at her again, with a halfhearted chuckle. Man! I needed a break; all this sneaking around was starting to get to me.
As if reading my thoughts, Lizzie suggested we take a break in a park we just happened to be passing.
Almost collapsing into a swing, he began to gradually feel better.
A few moments later, Lizzie sat in the swing next to him. She moved around a little, watching her feet as she dragged them over the ground.
"What do you think is gonna happen to us?" Lizzie asked quietly.
"I don't know, Liz" I replied, though trying to sound strong, "I just don't know."
My eyes looked around the playground, resting briefly on each of its occupants. They rested briefly on a group of teenagers who kept throwing he and Lizzie disgusted looks.
I gave a sideward glance, and saw Lizzie eyeing them too. I watched as her eyes searched the faces, giving a few of them hesitant glances.
Eventually the park began to empty, and the group left, though one had lingered a bit longer, gawking at us.
My words from a little earlier seemed to be thrown back at me.
I don't know, Liz, I just don't know.
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Pleas people, please review, if you do I'll love you forever!
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KEVIN'S POV
Was it wise to let Lizzie take us all the way to California? To some town called Hillridge? Where I've never been, but she thinks is important.
Well, it's better than everything else. I mean, we definitely have nothing better to do.
But it still plagues me why her name sounds so familiar, like I've heard it before?
Elizabeth McGuire of Hillridge, California.
McGuire! Where did that come from? Blast it all! Why the heck does it sound so dang familiar!! I'm sure I've heard it before somewhere, but where!?!?
Speaking of Lizzie, I turned around just in time to stop her from making a few comments or perhaps rude gestures to some old lady walking by.
She gives me a look but makes no comment on my actions.
That brings another thought to mind. Lizzie has been giving me an awful lot of looks lately. Does she know? Oh don't be silly! Of course she doesn't know Kev, I mean, how could she possibly know about that?
Lizzie started chuckling suddenly, interrupting my thoughts.
I turned around to stare at her, but seeing my face only made her laugh harder.
"Lizzie? Liz," I asked, though a bit tentatively, "Are you ok?"
She jerked her head up and down to say 'yes', but the movement seemed to release more giggles. Had she lost her mind? Was she finally cracking and going nuts? When we were free?
"Lizzie, why are you laughing?" I prodded again.
"Look-," she said, snorting before she could finish her sentence. Her sides were heaving with laughter, and she didn't show any signs of letting up.
Yep, she's definitely gone nuts, I thought to myself. She is looong gone.
"Look....at us..we look ridiculous!" she, managing to find a breath, "like we were in a trash can for a few years."
"Uh.technically we were," I said, not quite catching on.
Just then, realizing how strange she must look, standing there in the middle of the street, filthy and laughing her head off, she straightened.
"Sorry, brief moment of insanity, had to let it out," she said staring at me in all seriousness, but obviously holding back more maniacal laughter.
I shook my head at her and we kept wandering through the streets.
Slowing down in order to keep the pace with me, Lizzie asked, "How are you feeling?"
Did she know? I wondered again.
"I'm fine," I said, though a little too quickly, "Why?"
"Wondering," was her simple reply, "'cause I can tell you're thinking the same thing about me."
I shook my head at her again, with a halfhearted chuckle. Man! I needed a break; all this sneaking around was starting to get to me.
As if reading my thoughts, Lizzie suggested we take a break in a park we just happened to be passing.
Almost collapsing into a swing, he began to gradually feel better.
A few moments later, Lizzie sat in the swing next to him. She moved around a little, watching her feet as she dragged them over the ground.
"What do you think is gonna happen to us?" Lizzie asked quietly.
"I don't know, Liz" I replied, though trying to sound strong, "I just don't know."
My eyes looked around the playground, resting briefly on each of its occupants. They rested briefly on a group of teenagers who kept throwing he and Lizzie disgusted looks.
I gave a sideward glance, and saw Lizzie eyeing them too. I watched as her eyes searched the faces, giving a few of them hesitant glances.
Eventually the park began to empty, and the group left, though one had lingered a bit longer, gawking at us.
My words from a little earlier seemed to be thrown back at me.
I don't know, Liz, I just don't know.