Lizzie is totally dorky about it the first time Lydia comes to San Francisco for a visit. Like, she plans a trip to a museum. Because who doesn't want to visit some super old house while they're on vacation, right?
At least Lizzie lets them leave the tour early. Except that might've been because Lydia slipped away from the group to take a "sleepy" selfie in one of the bedchambers (Yeah. Bedchambers. WTF, Lizzie) for her Instagram (#snoresville).
"Okay, so the Haas-Lilienthal House wasn't my best plan," Lizzie says over lunch, giving her soup an apologetic glance. "But Will said he went to an event hosted there once and it was gorgeous. Plus there's only so much time you can spend at Ghirardelli."
"Wait. You, a nerd, took advice from your even nerdier boy toy about where to take the coolest younger sister ever? You know he's like, from out of another century, right? I mean he totally talks that way. Like that sparkly dude in Twilight."
She scoffs. "He's not—"
"He so is. He's Edward Cullen minus the creepy stalker thing. He's Wilward Darlen." Lydia snickers at her own joke before adding: "I'm kidding. It was a nice…idea."
"Well, I thought since you did so well in your Early US History class this semester—talk about nerdy—" Lizzie grins, "You might like it. You know, like maybe studying that stuff is something you could pursue further."
Lydia stabs her pasta with her fork. "Yeah, 'cause history majors are just rolling in the dough, sis."
"Well, the money doesn't have to matter if it's your passion."
"OMG, Lizzie, it was one class," she laughs. "Can this not be a 'let's talk about your future' talk? Mom and Dad are like, all over that, for reals. And I still don't—I mean I'm not sure what I—" Ugh, she hates it when her voice goes all soft and insecure like this.
There is something nice about studying history, though. Like, the crappy stuff has already happened, and you know that people got through it okay because the world's still turning, or whatever. It's reassuring.
Lizzie hurriedly says, "That's fine! You don't have to know what you want yet, okay? I didn't mean to—"
"I know. It's cool." They're quiet for a minute. "So did you say something about chocolate 'cause I'm totes down to spend the next 48 hours wherever that is…"