Izzy and Mimi were at the fanciest restaurant in town. This was because Izzy's parents had insisted on Izzy spending a lot of money on the spoiled girl. Well, mainly Izzy's mother. Izzy and Mimi were sitting at this very fancy dark wooden table that was covered by a red tablecloth that hung down. Mimi was staring intently at the chocolates when Izzy smiled and said, "Never seen chocolate before?"
Mimi jumps, startled obviously, and stared at Izzy, who burst out laughing. "What?"
"You look like you just saw me sprout another head!" Izzy said between laughs.
Mimi giggles and says, "I want chocolate cake."
Hiccup.
"Oh my gawd!"
Hiccup.
"That's cracked."
"You have the hiccups!"
"So?"
"Are you-"
Hiccup.
Mimi giggled.
"Drunk?" Izzy finished for her.
She nodded and he had a look of horror on his face, "I only drank one beer. You don't really think I'm a lightweight, do you? I'm Irish for god's sake!"
Hiccup.
"What does that have to with being a lightweight?" Mimi asked innocently, and Izzy stared at her and blinked a few times before answering, "Irish people . . . drink. A lot. They're like the Germans. They live for Beer. With a capital 'B'."
"Oooh! Your hiccups are gone." Mimi replied and scooted up on the peach colored couch, closer to Izzy.
They were just sitting there, talking about this and that and Izzy was drinking beer. Mimi would have nothing to do with the beer when Izzy offered so he just shrugged and drank it himself. He had finished it, though, and had gotten up to get another, sat back down, and began drinking this one. They talked about their friends and what they wanted to do in the future, and after Izzy had drank another 6 beers, and he was opening a 9 th, Mimi frowned, worried.
"I don't like you drinking." Mimi stated, a pout approaching her face.
"I do." Izzy replied and took a long swig of the beer.
"Ple-" she stopped.
He looked to her and she stood there, mouth agape.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Never mind." She smiled to reassure him. Izzy scooted closer to her yet, his face inches from hers. "What's wrong?"
Mimi shivered, her heart racing. He was just inches from her face, hair hanging shaggy around his half closed eyes and voice husky, making him the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. "Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked, trying to change the subject.
"No." he replied, his face still close to hers. She gasped slightly and asked another question, "Do you think I'm smart?"
"No." he replied in the same tone, his eyes staring into hers.
Her eyes started to water; no one had ever said that to her before! She started to move away, but he grabbed her shoulders and made her sit again, then he fully faced her and pulled his face towards hers. She felt her heart racing and she didn't know what to do. Instead of kissing her, though, his lips came to her ear and he whispered, "I don't think your pretty, I think your beautiful. I don't think your smart, I think you are a genius."
Mimi stopped breathing, but she soon realized she shouldn't have, because Izzy's feather soft lips fell onto hers. She kissed back and closed her eyes. Izzy pulled back and looked her in the eyes, "I have something to tell you."
"What's that?" she questioned breathlessly.
He swallowed hard and started quietly, "I…"
To be continued.