Hey readers and fanfiction travellers! I'm so sorry it's been an eternity since I updated, but in my defense I was on vacation. Believe it or not, I worked very hard to bring you a souvenir, this chapter! Sorry if you were hoping for a snow globe or a tee shirt. I tried very hard to keep the corniness level to a minimum, but I don't think I did so well. Either way, I think that all you Jizzie/Jazzie (I haven't decided on the name combo yet) lovers will enjoy it immensely *hint hint* Now, I present to you, chapter whatever chapter we're on (I think it's 5) Tada!
"I already know" Lizzie begins to giggle. My eyes widen, slightly horrified. How the hell does she know that?
"Roger told me." Lizzie replies. Whoops. Must've said that out loud by accident.
"He did?" I ask, gulping. How much does she know? She nods.
"And he killed somebody too. All by himself. Not with a whole bunch of people on accident like you."
"How much did he tell you?"
"All of it. Well, he wouldn't tell me who got killed or how, even when I asked." She pouts a little bit at the end. I sigh in relief. She doesn't know I accidentally killed a six year old boy with that fire. Even if I didn't mean it, that's something that haunts me, something that I'm ashamed of and really don't want her to know. Suddenly, her eyes light up. "Could you tell me?"
"Nope. Not gonna happen." I say simply, shaking my head. She pouts more.
"Please Jacky?" She begs.
"Sorry, that's classified information,"
"Fine." She huffs. "Meany bo beany," she adds under her breath. I chuckle.
"Okay I told you something about myself! Don't you get all huffy with me!" Lizzie giggles.
"Hey Jacky?" She says sweetly. I know that voice. She wants something.
"Yea," I answer suspiciously.
"Can we play a game?" she asks.
"What game?"
"I wanna pretend like we're puppies!" She tells me. She cannot be serious. Hell no!
"No" I say flatly. She looks at me, rests her chin on my shoulder, her face inches from mine, and makes the cutest puppy dog face I've ever seen.
"Please Jacky? Please oh please oh please oh pleeeeeeeaaaaase!" She pleads.
"Fine," I say reluctantly.
"Yay!" Lizzie squeals. "What doggie are you gonna be? I'm gonna be a Shiba Inu. Have you heard of Shiba Inus? I'm gonna be a black and brown and white one. What are you gonna be?" I think about it, then the manliest of all dogs comes to mind.
"I'll be a rottweiler," I say. She claps and bounces up and down in her seat.
"I love those! They're so pretty!" She exclaims. Not why I chose it, but whatever. Lizzie gets down on her hands and knees and crawls around like a puppy. I just sit on the couch, barely holding back a laugh. She stops and looks up at me. "What are you doing Jacky? Rottweilers don't sit like that," She informs me. I sigh and get down on my hands and knees, acting like a dog. Roger walks in a few minutes later and starts laughing his ass off.
"Bravo! Silver medal for insanity goes to Jack Merridew, second only to Neverland over there," He announces, clapping loudly and slowly. Lizzie glares, crawls over to him, and starts barking loudly. "Freak show," he mutters. Lizzie whimpers in a dog-like fashion. "Gotta say Merridew, I'm disappointed in you. You used to have such good taste in friends. Now, it's just sad." Lizzie rises to her feet, a cold hardness in her eyes.
"Leave him alone Roger," she demands in her fourteen year old Lizzie voice. Roger just looks amused.
"Grown a spine have you Brainless? Good on ya." He turns to me. "You know Jack, it's a shame. You have to have a little girl stand up for you now. How pathetic."
"Watch it, or I'll have to beat the crap out of you again." I warn. He ignores my threat.
"Sad. And. Pathetic." Lizzie glares daggars at him.
"If he's pathetic, why would a pretty girl kiss him?" He laughs.
"No pretty girl has ever-" Before Roger can finish his sentence, Lizzie cuts him off by grabbing my face in her hands and planting one on me. Her lips remain pressed against mine for about 10 seconds before she pulls back. She smiles sweetly and turns to Roger.
"What was that you were saying?" She asks. She turns and walks away, skipping a little bit. Roger and I can't help but stare at her in shock as she leaves. He recovers from his surprise quickly.
"Yea, well, you don't count Cookoo Hut!" Lizzie just laughs in response. The sound is distant but holds the same affect. Roger growls then stomps off, fuming mad. I wait a second or two, then run out after Lizzie. I find her in the kitchen, sitting on the granite counter top swinging her legs.
"That was, uh- It was, um- nice job out there," I tell her, at a loss of anything else to say. She laughs.
"Thanks. That didn't make you feel uncomfortable did it?" She asks worriedly.
"Nope. I'm peachy." I stop for a moment then add, "Feel free to do that again any time you want." She giggles.
"I'll make sure to remember that,"
"Good. It's a rare opportunity that you should really take advantage of." She giggles again at my arrogance.
"Good to know." We sit quietly for a while.
"You know, I think this might be the longest I've seen you as big girl Lizzie." I point out. She looks at me inquisitively.
"Oh yea? And do you like big girl Lizzie?" She asks. I smile.
"As a matter of fact, I think she's swell. Dandy even," I tell her. Lizzie smirks, something I've never seen her do, hops off the counter top, and walks over to me. She slips her hand into mine.
"Good. Cuz I think she's sticking around for a while."
Aw, so cute. Drama starts soon, so I decided to have a few sweet, cute chapters to satisfy you peoples. I gots big plans, involving a certain someones deceased older brother (Jack finds out who he is soon! Spoiler Alert: Roger tells him!) Anyways, review soon and I'll do my best to put up a new chapter soon!