Butterflies

Hope ya like! I need more ideas, so if anyone would like to help….

I do not own Cheaper by the Dozen or any of the characters

Sarah's POV

After the hug, it got awkward. I mean, what should I say to my ex-boyfriend? There was never really a solid break-up, more of just drifting apart. We kinda just talked about what college we're at, or which profession we're going into. But then, Eliot did something that took me off guard…

Eliot's POV

I don't know why I said it. It was clear by the look on her face that she wasn't ready for that question. I mean, I was dying to know. There was never a proper goodbye and I never… Nevermind. I missed her too much. I was curious….

Sarah's POV

I repeated the question out loud. "How many boyfriends have I had?" while I pretended to ponder. Truth is, I've only had a couple. I mean, there was one that I was with for a long time, but that ended quick after a big fight. I've slipped up when I was with a couple others, maybe trying to remember what color eyes they have when all I can think of are those big, chocolate brown ones. Or a couple times I even called them Eliot instead of their name. Finally, I decided to answer.

"A few, but nothing lasting," I replied

"Oh," Eliot answered, but he turned his face to the ground so I couldn't see his expression.

"How many girlfriends have you had?" I said. "Anything serious?" Ha! I thought. Payback time!

Eliot's POV

I should have known she was going to ask me this. I mean, what had I expected, with my question. Yeah, I admit, there were a few that I thought might last. But I had only been kidding myself. Whenever I heard one of them laugh, I imagined Sarah, throwing her head back and letting joy flow through her mouth. Whenever I touched one of their hairs, I could only think of her light brown hair with natural blond streaks. A couple times, I even called them Sarah. I had no idea what to say when words came tumbling out of my mouth.

"Like you, a few, but nothing to look back on," I said, my words faltering at the last part. Because there was only one I looked back on. Her.

"Ah," was her brilliant answer, but I could tell that she had a lot more to say. It was then when I made either the dumbest or the most amazing choice of my life. I was going to ask her out.

"Well, um, do you want to, um, catch up? I mean, er, do you want to go to lunch with me, if you're free, tomorrow, um, at that new Chinese place down the street?" I finally managed to drag the words out of my mouth. My face had gone tomato red. What's your problem, Eliot? How can you not even TALK to her? God, she's just a girl.

But I knew when she looked up from the sidewalk, her eyes questioning but bright, that she wasn't "just a girl". She was THE girl.

Sarah's POV

I couldn't believe it. Had he really just asked me out? Be cool, Sarah. Be cool. But I wondered why I had to try so hard to impress him.

"Um, yeah, sure. That'll be really cool." Was my response, but I could tell that my cheeks were red and my eyes were gleaming with hope. Then I realized why I always tried so hard. I wanted him to like me. I wanted him to like me more than he liked any of those other girls that he dated, because I liked him more than all the other boys I've dated. I loved him.

Well, how was it? Should I continue writing this? Review, review! SWAK

~Bookworm206