Chapter 15

Lizzy picked up her digital clock probably for the one-hundredth time that morning. It was 10:17 a.m., December 5^th…three days after her birthday, and the day she started her first legitimate job as Milkshake Girl at the Covenson Hills Mall. Sylvia was planning to drive her over in about fifteen minutes, which truthfully wasn’t very long, but to Lizzy, it was more time she had to spend distressing about messing up, being too shy, and yada, yada, yada in front of Tina and also in front of the whole public, which, may in fact include some of her classmates. Well, one classmate for sure.

          One of Braden’s best “mates” as he so commonly referred to them as, was in fact working with Lizzy today from 11:30 a.m.-4:00 p.m. Tim, aka “Robbins”, as Lizzy thought him, was mostly a Plain Jane. Of course, with him being one of Braden’s best friends, she would never say that out loud. He was nice, considerate…usually pretty quiet because of the loudmouth Vasquez, but mostly an all-around good guy. Even though, she was a bit nervous that Tim would try to talk to her about Braden, which would most likely result in her stuttering, turning red, or giving out dopey answers, all of which could take place at once.

          Lizzy’s eyes darted toward the clock once more. Ten minutes had passed. She figured she might as well go downstairs and float around for awhile, at least until it was time to go.

          She stepped down into the living room, onto a cushy, round ottoman. Rosie was currently taking a nap on her favorite swirl-patterned seat.

          It turned out the news was on, even though no one was watching. She could hear Sylvia using the hair dryer in the bathroom around the corner, and that was about all she could hear except for the news anchorwoman, who was explaining the rise in temperature since the beginning of the month. Lizzy slowly closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She hoped with all her heart and mind that things would go well at her new job. She opened her eyes and looked at the polished anchorwoman. So professional…Lizzy thought. How do they pull it off?  

          “Lizzy?” Sylvia popped into the living room, sliding her elegant, but chic, coat on. “Are you ready to go, sweetheart?”

          “Yup,” Lizzy said. She wanted to say that she was nervous, but she couldn’t help but keep that thought inside. Nonetheless, she got up off the ottoman, quickly pet the sleeping Rosie, and went over to the hall closet to get her coat.

          Soon enough Lizzy and Sylvia were on their way to the Covenson Hills Mall, which Lizzy learned was more commonly referred to as just, “Covenson Hills” by most shoppers. She read that from Tina in her e-mail sent about a week ago, as well as many other things from when she was being taught how to use the cash register during her “training”. Most of what she observed was lingo like, “get me a double with a dot” which meant double milk and a just a dot of what ever extra topping was desired in the milkshake. Another term she heard being thrown around was “blend a midnight” which meant extra, extra chocolate fudge and/or syrup. Lizzy guessed it was called “a midnight” because of how dark the shake ended up being because of all the excess chocolate. She hoped she could use at least one of these terms while working.

“Oh, Lizzy, dear,” Sylvia said, as she made a right turn. “I almost forgot to tell you. Gwen and I have arranged it so you two can both get to the mall to work at the same time. She works at that store�"the Candle Wick? And you and she will be going there and back together from now on. So, you know, the petro cost won’t dig deep into our pockets.” Sylvia laughed as she turned to Lizzy.

“Oh, okay. I understand.” Lizzy said respectfully. Although, she was a little frightened of spending almost thirty consecutive minutes with Gwen, by herself. Lizzy hoped that Gwen wouldn’t be stuck-up…even though she basically had never seen her any other way.

          After many minutes of music, chatter between Sylvia and Lizzy, and stoplights, the two finally arrived. As Sylvia unlocked the door for Lizzy to get out, she added in a final hug of good luck.

          “You’ll do just fine; I know it.” Sylvia looked straight at Lizzy, her eyes twinkling and her smile warm as a freshly baked brownie.

          “Thank you, Sylvia.” Lizzy said. She then opened the door. “Thank you, and, um, I’ll see you at about four thirty?”

 

          “Actually,” Sylvia replied. “Gwen gets off at five,  so make sure you either stay at The Shake or wait in The Candle Wick. Don’t go in any other store alone, okay?” Sylvia put on her caring, but stern, mother face that Lizzy had seen before used on Gwen and Braden.

          “Of course.” Lizzy said, stepping out of the car. “Goodbye!”
          “Goodbye, dear. I’ll see you when you get home.” Sylvia smiled sweetly as Lizzy shut the door and waved one final goodbye.

          Lizzy watched Sylvia pull away out of the parking lot, before she decided to walk into the mall. But just as she was about to take a step, she heard someone calling her name, and cheerful footsteps running to her.

          “Lizzy!” She heard a voice shout from behind her. She turned around. It was Tim Robbins.

          “Hi, Tim,” Lizzy said, staring at his overly red cheeks. His normally fair face was chapped temporarily by the chilling winds.

          “Hi,” Tim said, smiling widely. “So, that’s funny, we both sort of got here at the same time, didn’t we?” Tim said.

          “Uh huh,” Lizzy said, as they started walking toward the mall’s entrance.

          Tim laughed quietly. “I hope everything goes okay today. I mean, Tina’s my aunt and all, but she can’t play favorites, can she?” Tim quivered slightly while trying to stifle out a small breath. “I just hope I don’t mess up.” Tim looked at Lizzy, his green eyes squinting from the bright, white snow.

          “Oh, don’t worry; you’ll do fine.” Lizzy said. Tim then held the smoky brown tinted door open for Lizzy.

“Thanks,” Lizzy said.

           Tim nodded. “So, erm, you, uh, ever had a job before?”

          “Well, only here and there at the flower shop that Sylvia works at, but, uh, other than that, no.” Lizzy said, as they kept walking. Lizzy stared at the shiny, off-white marble floor. She always liked seeing her distorted reflection on the floor. It made her laugh.

          “Really? That’s cool.” Tim said. “Braden said you like it there.”

          Lizzy immediately starting paying more attention to Tim’s somewhat feeble small talk. “Oh, uh, did he?” Lizzy said. “Yeah, I guess it’s good.” She paused as they entered the gargantuan food court. “I’m pretty sure working here will be fun, too, though.”

          “Yeah.” Tim said, as they approached The Shake.

          Lizzy could see Tina rapidly working behind the counter, slapping on lids and switching the blender on, running back and forth in the small kitchen. It made Lizzy wonder why someone would want a milkshake at barely eleven o’clock in the morning.

          At last Tina noticed the two standing beside the counter.

          “Oh!” Tina exclaimed. “You’re here! Brilliant! Just in the knick of time!” Tina opened the swinging door that gave both of them entry to the small, squished, milkshake blending area.

          Tim and Lizzy both put on their aprons and tied them in the back. They were a dark mint color, and embroidered on the front was “The Shake” in bold, white, block letters. Behind the text was a glass with strawberry milkshake in it, with a typical white and red striped straw poking out.

          As Tina continued rushing around, she began to say something, which Lizzy only heard a bit of; Tina was running around so quickly. “�"So make sure you listen to Kris�"she knows what she’s doing�"and don’t ever leave the area unless you need to take a trip to the restroom. And keep your hands, and the tables clean, as well as your oh-so-precious aprons. See you soon, right?” Tina was in the process of untying her apron and placing it on a hook by a small closet door in the back. She slid her winter coast on and was out the door.

          “Bye!” Lizzy eeked out. She glanced at Kris, who was possibly five years older than her, and exceptionally thin, but tan. She had golden blonde hair and both of her ears pierced with silver hoops. She also looked like she had never taken a sip of any kind of milkshake treat in her life.

          Lizzy decided to step in and start to help. She was shown how to work the cash register, so she jumped up to the other register available and said the usual, “Can I help whose next?”

          A posse of six girls approached counter. Lizzy didn’t recognize them; but they all looked like girls that would go to Birchwood. The one at the front was wearing fashionable thick-framed glasses and had short, dark brown hair.

          “Okay, I’ll have three Tint o’ Mint shakes, two chocolates, and a Mango Gung-Ho smoothie�"all smalls.” The girl turned around to collect money from the rest of the girls.

          “Okay,” Lizzy said perkily, while calculating the cash register. “That’ll be £ 9.95.”

          The girl in front promptly handed Lizzy ten pounds, then Lizzy gave her change.

          “Thank you; your shakes will be out soon.” Lizzy said happily. She tried to seem pleasant; she wasn’t so sure how comfortable she was yet without Tina there.

          Before Lizzy realized, Tim had already started blending the mint shakes, and the two chocolates. He capped them and set them on the counter, and rushed to the back. Lizzy watched his eyes focus on the floor…he almost looked like he was avoiding something.

          Right before he turned around blend the mango smoothie, a girl from the back who was dark haired also, just taller and was wearing a sleek navy blue shirtdress called Tim’s name.

          “Hey! Robbins!” She said. She waved girlishly, and Tim came to the front, with a fake smile. Lizzy had never seen this weird look form him before. However, his professional expression did not change.

          “Adriana, hello,” Tim said. Lizzy decided to go to the back and continue making the mango smoothie. She tried to pay attention to Kris, who was dealing with an elderly couple, but she couldn’t help but listen to what this Adrienne wanted with Tim.

          “You work here? That’s surprising. I didn’t know that.” Adriana said, batting her large, brown eyes. She had very long eyelashes, Lizzy noticed almost immediately. She was very pretty, actually. Lizzy wondered why Tim was acting so antsy. She figured he probably was sweet for her. But for some reason, it didn’t seem like it.

          “Yeah, it’s pretty ace.” Tim said. He looked back at Lizzy, who noticed that he noticed she was listening. She instantly capped the smoothie, and transferred it to Tim, who quickly set it on the counter.

Tim made his smile wider, but somehow more dismissive. “Enjoy.” Tim stated, as he turned around. But Adriana caught him again. 

          “Tim,” Adriana said in a more serious tone. “See you later.” She purred. Adriana sauntered back to a table, and winked at Tim. Adriana reminded Lizzy a lot of the waitress at Fuchsia Rendezvous back in August.

          Lizzy realized the expression her face was quite confused, so she decided to slap a smile on just to look like she wasn’t paying attention, even though she suspected Tim knew she was listening.

          Tim sighed, turning around, widening his big green eyes. Then he smiled at Lizzy.

          “She’s all into me because she wants Vasquez. It’s too annoying. So, thanks for finishing the order. I appreciate it.” He smiled at her again, just this time lingering a little longer.

          “Oh, it’s fine.” Lizzy said, a little confused at Tim’s frequent grins. He was secretly enjoying that girl’s attention.

          Soon, many people started flooding in, for the lunch hour had arrived. Customers ranged from lovey-dovey couples, single people from work on their lunch breaks, and little kids with their parents, who held many bags from other stores.

          At last, the rush faded down to the point where Kris managed most of the customers. After she capped and handed a plain vanilla malt to a woman with a Blackberry in one hand and her briefcase in another, she turned to Tim and Lizzy and finally spoke, after almost two hours.

          “Sorry I didn’t let you lot off sooner…Saturdays are always mad busy.” Kris said in a slightly dull voice. “Tina said both of you can have a lunch break for thirty minutes…so be back at 1:20, ‘right?” Kris’s expression did not change from the beginning of her sentence to the end.

          “Okay,” Lizzy said after a long pause. For some reason, she expected Tim to say something first.

          So they took of their aprons and exited The Shake.

          “So, where are you going to eat?” Tim said. “There are loads of places…I’d be glad to give you some input if you’d like.” He looked at her expectantly.

          “Actually, I was thinking Chinese sounded good, you know…I’m just in the mood for it.” Lizzy tried not to sound like she was shutting his input idea down. “How ‘bout you?”

          “Oh, uh, my mom packed me a lunch.” He turned a little red and sheepishly revealed the brown bag that he was tightly clutching, and almost trying to hide from anyone’s sight. 

          “Oh, yeah…no, that’s cool.” Lizzy said, looking around. “I guess I’ll be going…”

          “Yeah, yeah, go on.” Tim said nicely.  

          Lizzy began walking toward the Chinese restaurant place, called The Two Chopsticks, and realized that she left her money inside in her coat pocket. When she went to go back, Tim stood up.

          “Did you decide not to go after all?” He stood up from his chair as he said that, as Lizzy was in mid-step.

          “No, uh, actually I forgot my money in my coat. So, I’m going to get it.” Lizzy said.

          Tim’s face lit up. “I’ll go get it! Where is it?”

          “Oh, it’s in my left coat pocket. But you don’t have to…I can…” Lizzy trailed off, for he was already running back to The Shake to get it.

          Lizzy appreciated his kind manner, but it was a little obnoxious because he was being a little too jumpy. She was trying to ignore it, but everything he was saying was too pushy, and even more awkward.

          Tim quickly returned with her money and handed it to her in a sprightly way.

          “Thanks,” Lizzy said. “I really appreciate it.”

          “No problem!” Tim said.

          “I guess I’ll just be going then.” Lizzy said as she turned around.

          As she was walking, she tried not to be a little creeped out by Tim’s vivacious mannerisms. She hoped he wasn’t on to something.

          She approached The Two Chopsticks and waited in the outrageously long line for about ten minutes. One of the workers had a silver tray with orange chicken on it, in which many people were sampling. Lizzy decided to step out of line for a second, just to have a taste. She was sure no one would take her spot.

          But as she was going back, she realized that four, seemingly unrelated, people with different orders took her place in line. Wow, rely on human good will to take my spot just so I can get a sample of orange chicken. Lizzy thought. She sighed heavily, knowing that by the time she reached the front of the line, she would have less than five minutes to order, receive, and eat her lunch. And that just wasn’t going to happen.

          Naturally, she went over to the fast pace burger joint over in the corner, and regretfully ordered a cheeseburger, fries, and a soda, which, unfortunately, did not look or feel very appetizing.

          She took the greasy bag over to the table where Tim was sitting and took a seat.

          “Ha!” Tim said as she opened her bag of burger and fries.

          Lizzy looked up, surprised, and paused because she had no idea what he was exclaiming at.

          Tim laughed loudly. “I knew you wouldn’t get Chinese!”

          Lizzy smiled weakly, wondering why that was funny. She finally spoke up. “Well, the line was a bit long, so I had to get this,” she said as she pulled out her limp fries.

          “Mmmm. Good ol’ greased baps and chips.” Tim said, as she unwrapped her cheeseburger. Even though she couldn’t disagree with him more, she nodded and took a bite out of the large, almost soaked, burger.

          “Good?” Tim looked at her with an agape mouth, his head leaning forward.

          Lizzy, with a mouthful of cheeseburger, nodded regretfully, once again, in complete contradiction of what she felt.

          After a few more awkward bites of greasy food, Lizzy took a few sips of her soda and dumped her lunch out, even without eating the fries, which resembled shriveled pieces of fried shoelaces.    After a few moments, Lizzy returned back to The Shake, which was still not very busy with customers, but still had service. Lizzy was not looking forward to the next time she had to work with Tim. It wasn’t just the fact that he was trying to be nice but ended up being annoying, it was also that he sat there the whole time she was eating lunch�"not saying a single word, and watching every bite she took.

          A whole two and a half hours passed before things got eventful�"meaning, Lizzy actually blended up a shake for someone. For the past 150 minutes, she had been washing surfaces and cleaning out blenders, taking orders and working the register. Since eleven thirty, she hadn’t seen anyone she knew from school�"except Tim, who was beginning to bother her. Luckily, she was getting off work soon, and she could hang out in The Candle Wick, where Gwen would probably stifle a cold, “hi” and ignore her. But, at this point, Lizzy felt she was better off keeping away from Tim.

          Lizzy squeezed out the sponge over the sink, and watched the suds from the soapy water trickle down into the drain. She could hear the large group of people who had come up ten minutes ago waft away happily with their frothy treats. Thank goodness, Lizzy thought. She looked at the clock. It was definitely time to go.

          Lizzy untied her apron and hung it on the hook. She was about to say goodbye to Kris, when Tim laughed, rather loudly, shaking Lizzy from her excited mood to leave, as quietly an unnoticed by Tim as possible.

          “So eager to leave, are we now?” Tim said, untying his own apron.

          “Uh, well, it’s four o’clock, so, time to leave, I guess!” Lizzy said politely. “’Bye Kris, nice to meet you!” She said as she opened the semi-door that lead out of the restaurant area.

          Kris mumbled something that sounded like, “Yeah.”

Lizzy took that as a response, and headed out. “’Bye, Tim!”

          “No, not yet!” Tim said, racing after her. “You can’t leave here without me!” He picked up his coat and practically chased after Lizzy as she walked.

          Lizzy stopped and turned around.

          “I can’t?” She said. She realized that sounded sassy, but at this point, she barely cared.

          “Well,” Tim looked awkwardly at the floor. “You can if you want…but, you know, I don’t want to,” Tim looked up. “Be alone.”

          “Oh,” Lizzy said. Her face flushed for a second. “Yeah, that’s, uh,” Lizzy gulped. “Cool.” She took another pause. “I’m just going to The Candle Wick to wait for Gwen to pick me up, so, I don’t know…” She trailed off.

          “Oh,” Tim’s expression changed into a more solemn one. “Well, I guess that’s goodbye until Monday then, right? I have to wait by the doors for my dad.”

          “Oh,” Lizzy had to restrain herself from smiling. “Well, bye then! See you later!”

          Tim smiled slightly. “Bye, Lizzy!”

          He then turned, and walked to the glass doors, which were completely out of sight. Lizzy then headed in the direction of The Candle Wick. She was looking at the marble reflection of herself on the floor again, happy to be leaving soon. Only a half an hour longer…Lizzy thought. Even though she was glad to be leaving, she wished she had something to do, or someone to talk to.

          Lizzy came upon the entrance of the Candle Wick and immediately, fresh scents of cinnamon, vanilla, citrus, and others, flooded all around her. Lizzy always liked candle shops�"they were so colorful, each jar lined up in the order of the rainbow…and everything smelled good, too.

          Lizzy looked around for Gwen. She soon found her standing by the blue-hued candles, opening up a jar and smelling it. Her eyes were closed as she took in the scent.

          Lizzy laughed inwardly and started walking. “Hey, Gwen!” Lizzy strolled over to where Gwen was standing and grinned.

          Gwen turned to Lizzy. “Hey,” Gwen fastened the glass lid back on the blue candle and put it back on the shelf carefully. “You ready to go?”

          Lizzy was taken aback a little. “They let you off early?” Lizzy tried to keep her tone regular, but it ended up sounding hopeful anyway.

          “Yeah,” Gwen said, re-hoisting her purse on her shoulder. “There’s absolutely no business in here today, so Evana’s letting me go home now.” Gwen’s face lit up at the thought.

          Lizzy nodded. “Oh! That’s great. So we’ll be getting home sooner.” Lizzy smiled. “Yay!” She exclaimed. She hoped Gwen wouldn’t sneer.

          Instead, Gwen looked at Lizzy and giggled.

          And with that, they were off to Gwen’s (which was really Jerry’s) car and climbed in. Lizzy was secretly happy that Gwen was being a little bit friendlier than usual, because she was a little concerned that the car ride home would be awkward, quietly disastrous, or both.

          Gwen turned the key in the ignition, and the five-seat car turned on with a purr. Gwen smoothly pulled out of the parking space, and began driving forward as she turned the stick to “drive”.

          As they were coming out of the mall complex, Gwen began to speak.

          “So, how was work for you?” Gwen looked at Lizzy and then transferred her eyes back to the road.

          “Oh, it was…good.” Lizzy knew she was lying through her teeth, but what else could she say? Certainly nothing about her “experiences” with Tim.

          “Great.” Gwen said. “When do you work next?”

          Lizzy visualized her work schedule for a second. Then she realized the next time she worked it wasn’t with Tim.

          “Next Tuesday,” Lizzy replied. “And it’s with Tina, my boss, and another person named Kelley. It’s only from four p.m. to six, though. It’ll be a short while.” Lizzy then looked out her window and watched the yellow dashes on the road slip by one by one.

          “Brill.” Said Gwen happily. Lizzy looked at Gwen. She knew something had to be the cause of this joyfulness. This was not typical Gwen-like behavior. So, Lizzy decided to ask, ever so politely, why.

          “So,” Lizzy said, pondering how to say what she wanted. “Did you have a good day today?” Lizzy was sure she sounded like a Kindergarten teacher, but she let it go for Gwen to answer anyhow.

          “Mmm-hmm,” Gwen said, as she gave a sealed smile. Her eyes shined with cheerfulness.

          “Anything particularly good happen?” Lizzy decided that if that wasn’t the pin to burst the bubble, then she wouldn’t go any further.

          “Yeah,” Gwen said. “Yes, actually.” She bounced in her seat a little.

          Lizzy looked at her in surprise. As another pause came upon the conversation, Lizzy opened her mouth to say something, but Gwen beat her to the punch.

          “Sean Chen asked me out!” Gwen squealed.

“Sean Chen?” Lizzy asked, just to make sure she heard it correctly.

Gwen nodded eagerly. “He was so cool about it too…I mean, I was you know, working, and he came up to me, and we started talking, and then Evana, my boss, told me to continue working, and he laughed because he didn’t know that I worked there, and, as soon as I thought he was going to leave, he asked me to go to the cinema with him! Tonight!” Gwen was all giddy. “I am so excited!”

          Lizzy smiled. Sean Chen was definitely Anna’s brother. She knew she’d have to call Anna as soon as she got home�"this matter was too urgent to ignore. 

          “That’s so great!” Lizzy said to Gwen. “Anna, his sister, is one of my best friends, so, that’s really awesome!”

          Gwen’s smile got even bigger. “I know…I’ve always thought he was cute…and even though he’s a little quiet… everyone likes him…and he’s smart, too, so…” Gwen looked over at Lizzy again. “I am so happy!”

          Lizzy grinned once again. She had never seen Gwen like this, but she sure liked it. It was a big load of bricks off her shoulders to know that experiences with Gwen would go a lot better now.

          After about twenty more minutes of excitable “I’m so happy!” talk from Gwen to Lizzy, they both arrived home and got out of the car, and then entered the Cadwell’s condo.

          Lizzy trailed behind Gwen, who was walking quite fast-paced, and hoped that all would be well and not awkward when she arrived at the door. She hoped Tim hadn’t said anything to Braden about her within the last thirty minutes, through text or anything.

          The two opened the door and came inside the house. Braden was lying casually on the swirl-patterned couch, reading something, and Rosie was sound asleep by the fireplace, which was crackling with warmth.

          Braden put down what he was reading and greeted Gwen and Lizzy as the came inside. “Hey,” Braden said, standing up from the sofa.

          “Hi!” Exclaimed Gwen. “Do you know where mom is?”

          Braden’s eyebrows shot up to his head in confusion at Gwen’s sprightliness. “Yeah, she’s uh, upstairs…I think.” Braden smiled, slightly weirded out. “Why the sudden happiness?”

          “Oh, nothing.” Gwen then ran up the stairs and disappeared from view.

          Braden snickered at Gwen’s liveliness. “Do you have any idea what’s going on?”

          “Well, um, she’ll probably tell you later…I think. Does she usually tell you when guys ask her out?” Lizzy realized what she said was giving it away, but she didn’t stop herself.

          “Hmm,” Braden laid back on the couch as Lizzy took off her coat and sat down at the end of couch, with the tips of Braden’s feet touching her every so slightly. “Usually,” Braden said playfully, “it’s not such a huge deal…but maybe if you tell me who it is…” Braden looked up at Lizzy flirtatiously and tapped her leg with his foot.

          “No, no, no…” Lizzy smiled, as she looked at Braden’s tapping feet. “I’m not going to tell you that easy.” She stood up from the couch and gave Braden the same expression he was giving her: playful and, as much as she could help it, cute.

          Braden then stood up. “Well,” he walked slowly over to Lizzy, who was standing in the warmth of the glowing fire, which was the only thing keeping light in the room, at the moment. Lizzy watched him enter the glowing realm, which was surrounded by tips of darkness from the lack of electrical light.

          Braden stood in front of Lizzy, only a few inches from her face. There was silence, nothing but the crackling of the fire, and the ever so soft breathing coming from both of them. Lizzy looked down at the floor.  She had the sudden urge to kiss him, but she knew she just couldn’t. She wouldn’t. So, she denied her urge and slipped out of the area between Braden and the wall, and went over to the light switches. She flipped both of them on, creating instant light in room.

          “Why is it so dark in here?” Lizzy said, trying to create something to talk about. She laughed nervously and went over to the phone.

          Braden was still standing by the fire, but was turned toward Lizzy. “Oh, mum just wanted a little but of atmosphere, you know…” He looked to the fire. “It’s pretty cozy.” He winked, and then sat back down on the couch. Lizzy blushed as she picked up the phone.

          “Who are you calling?” Braden asked curiously.

          “Anna,” Lizzy said, hoping that he wasn’t feeling embarrassed. She completed dialing the number and put the phone to her ear.

          “Ah,” Braden said, as Lizzy began to walk up the stairs. He then turned around to face Lizzy. He smiled.

          Lizzy waved flirtatiously to him as she walked backwards up the stairs. He laughed, but smiled at her anyway. A grin illuminated her face, and she turned around to race up to her room, where Anna finally answered the phone. While they talked of the newfound crush between Gwen and Anna’s brother, Lizzy wondered herself if she would be in the same situation as Gwen anytime soon…just with Braden. 

         

Reviews

[Short.Nerd]

Bwahaha so much flirting xD Tim seems.... I don't know. Hmmm.... I can't decide about him yet xD lol.... When oh when will all the firting stop between Lizzy and Braden? ahaha. Great chapter!

[compositionc]

OMG. NO WAY.
TOO MUCH FLIRTING NEEDS MORE ACTUAL STYFF