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Chapter Twelve

"Quick, while her mother's busy terrorizing the nurse!"

"No, I'm her boyfriend; I should be able to see her first!" I heard voices outside the room.

"But I'm her best friend!"

"Boyfriends get priority over best friends! Besides, you already saw her"

"For, like, two seconds! That's not fair!"

At the word "boyfriend" my mood had lightened considerably. Dylan!

"How about this, we'll play eenie meenie minee mo, and whoever wins gets to visit Win first." Katie's voice suggested.

"Fine"

"Fine"

"Okay, you two stand together."

"Ouch! You're stepping on my foot!"

"No! Don't move apart! You two have to stand next to each other."

"I'm not standing next to him! He's a foot-stepper!"

"Quick! That other nurse is coming!"

"I'll go left, you go to the right!"

"What about me!"

"Shut up Dylan!"

"Ahhh!" Dylan burst into the room and slammed the door behind him. He stood for a minute breathing heavily.

"How far away from here were you when you started running?" I asked him.

"Five feet."

"So how far can you run before getting tired out?"

"Two feet."

"Two feet! That's pathetic!" I exclaimed.

"It used to be one foot, but I've been working out!" Dylan flexed his nonexistent muscles.

I rolled my eyes.

He looked down at himself. "Oh." He said before pulling out his wand and doing an illusion charm to make it appear as if he had huge muscles.

"Wow, you're buff." I said sarcastically.

"No, I'm Dylan! Gosh, Win, can't you even remember my name?"

"Never mind…" I was constantly amazed by Dylan's thickness. Actually that's not true. I did hold auditions once; Dylan seemed smarter at first glance. It's probably because he was wearing posers… But anyway, it didn't matter. Dylan was still the best boyfriend ever. Sort of…

"So, how are you feeling?" asked Dylan.

"I'm okay. I'm surrounded by lunatics though…"

"Hey!" said the toad man.

Dylan whirled around to face him. "You watch your mouth toady-boy! You're freaking out my girlfriend!"

The toad man, who looked bewildered, opened his mouth to say something, but Dylan put his hand up for silence before turning back to me.

"So what were you saying, Ace?" he asked.

"Ace?"

"Yeah, it's your new nickname. It's also the nickname of this awesome girl from this awesome muggle TV show!"

I arched an eyebrow at him. "What show is it?" I said although I had a feeling I knew.

"Gilmore Girls." He said quickly and quietly.

"Hey! You stole that from my paper! You watched me copy it down! You stole my Gilmore Girls Complete first Season on Dvd!" I accused, pointing a finger at him.

"Well, er, yeah." Dylan hung his head. "Will you forgive me if I let you borrow the Complete Season Two, Three, and Four on Dvd?"

But I didn't hear him; because I was too busy staring at my finger. "Oh my gosh! I have claws!" I held out my clawed fingers to him.

Dylan jumped back. "Ack! Look at your face!" Dylan said with a terrified expression.

I panicked and started to jump out of bed before realizing I didn't have anything on underneath the covers. "What's wrong with my face?"

Dylan snickered. "Nothing. There's nothing wrong with your face. I just wanted to see your reaction."

I sulked.

There was a rap on the door. "Will you two hurry up in there!" Calandra's voice called out.

Turning back to the previous conversation I asked incredulously "So, you like Gilmore Girls? You do realize it's a chick show?"

"You're being sexist. Guys have the right to like the same shows as girls." Dylan said faintly miffed.

"Dylan, are you gay?" I interrupted

"What! No!" Dylan looked at me with an 'are you crazy' expression on his face

"Oh." I said disappointedly. Dylan gay would be…hot. But that did kind of defeat the purpose of him being my boyfriend, as he wouldn't exactly be attracted to me. But then again-

"Anyways" continued Dylan as if I hadn't said a word "it's a great show. This is why I've decided to call you Ace. It's the nickname of the main character Rory…"

"I know." I said. "But it's still a weird nickname."

"Any more weird than when you decided to call me Chandler and you Monica? So that we'd succeed as a couple, like they did?"

"I love the show Friends! Plus I've always wanted to have dark hair like Monica..."

"Ace is much better than Monica." Dylan stated.

Again there was a rap on the door. "You have ten seconds to wrap up!" Katie yelled. "We're coming in soon!"

Dylan leaned down to kiss me, but still slightly mad at him for tricking me into believing that my face had broken out in hives or scales or something, I moved my face away so Dylan ended up kissing the wall where my head had been.

I laughed at his hurt expression. "You're forgiven now" I said.

"Good." Dylan leaned down again and kissed me.

While we were kissing Calandra came into the room. "Eww! Don't undress or anything!" seeing that I didn't have anything around my shoulders, and rightly assuming I didn't have anything else underneath the covers, she said "OH MYGOD! You already did!"

Silly girl. Like I would do anything like that… well, with people watching us. If you could call toad man and the rest people…

"Hi guys" said Katie coming into the room. "Dylan, how'd you get so buff?" she said eyeing his muscles.

"Mine! Leave him alone! He's mine!" I said possessively.

"She can see that." Calandra said distastefully, as if we were doing something horribly wrong.

"You, girl, have got to get over your fear of seeing people intimate. We were just kissing for goodness sake!"

Calandra opened her mouth to protest but never got the words out. A nurse had appeared behind her and hit Calandra over the head with a frying pan. Strangely, I wasn't surprised that Saint Mungo's had so many patients.

"Oh. My. Gosh." Dylan said, his eyes wide and his muscles deflating with a 'swoosh'. "Stupid charm." He muttered before sprinting past the nurse.

"Don't leave me!" I cried out to him.

"See you later, Win! Get better! You owe me!" Dylan shouted back over his shoulder. It seemed at that when Dylan put his mind to it, he could run more than two feet without getting tired; that boy was long gone.

Posers: fake glasses.

Magical posers: Fake glasses that make you seem and look smart, even when you're not.

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