Chapter 3
Elisabeth Brooke McGuire stood in front of her mirror, looking at her reflection. 'Perfect', she thought as she watched her pink halter-top and black jean skirt clad form sway to the sound of Avril Lavigne.
She shut off her stereo and pranced down the stairs, feeling proud of herself. Jo McGuire looked up from her knitting in the living room, to see her daughter skip to the door in a...was that a halter-top?!
"Where do you think you're going, young lady, wearing that?"
Lizzie spun around, in surprise.There was her mother sitting in her chair, looking...smug!
"I'm going to the movies." At the glance her mother shot at her outfit, added, "With Ethan Craft."
With a smile, her mother nodded towards the door. Lizzie turned around with anticipation. There stood her father, holding the door, looking shocked and there stood in the doorway, was ETHAN CRAFT!!!
Lizzie beamed as she checked him out. 'Not bad,' she thought as she skimmed over his body. He was wearing dark blue jeans with a red shirt, which accentuated his blond hair. Finally he realized that she was staring at him, and returned the favour, but with more gusto. Too much in fact. Lizzie's dad started to turn an interesting shade of red.
Lizzie hurriedly yelled goodbye to her parents, while simultaneously leading Ethan out the door. Walking fast, she headed for the end of the street; before she realized that she was leading Ethan by his hand. 'OMIGOD!!!'
Quietly she stated, "Well, that was a close shave."
Ethan stared at her in shock and asked, "How did you know I shaved?"
Lizzie just shrugged and replied, "Just a lucky guess."
The two teenagers headed down to the Hillridge Theatre, where Garfield, was playing.