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Chapter 9
Mmmm. Sleep is good. Very good. I've always loved to sleep. I'm sure that makes me sound like a slacker, which I probably am. But sleep is still-
"*GULP* *SOB* *GULP* *SOB* *UMPH* *GULP* *SOB*"
There's only one person in the world who cries like that; Jane. It would actually be very funny if the fact that Jane was sad wasn't so wrong.
My bed was so warm and nice and sof- Jane was crying! I got out of bed and ran into Jane's room. Her eyes were bloodshot and I could tell she hadn't slept at all. I opened my mouth to ask what was wrong, but the look in her eyes told me she couldn't speak about it, so I just walked over to her and hugged her.
Mary walked into the room carrying her amp and her electric guitar.
"Now Jane, I have something to cheer you up. This song is dedicated to Chaz."
Chaz???
And in the manner of an angry girl punk band Mary sang or rather yelled and played:
"*You're a stupid jerk!
You're a stupid jerk!
That's why it wouldn't work
Cause you're a stu-oohpid jerk!
Woah oh! Yea!
I hope you rot and die
Or forget to zip your fly
Go screw a tree
And leave me be
Cause you're a stupid jerk!
Yes a stu-oahpid jerk!
Woah oh! Yea!
You stupid jerk!
You can kiss my a-"
"Yes! Thank you Mary!" If Jane hadn't started to sob harder, I might have told Mary how cool that was.
I didn't know Mary had that much rage in her ... That explains why she hasn't had a date in awhile ... Not that I should be talking. I mean I- Jane's problems are more important than mine.
"Janie Bean," I said as soothingly as I could muster, "What happened? Did you and Chaz have a fight?"
"W-w-eeee bro-broke *sob* up!"
VAT?! Yes when I get surprised I speak/think in a foreign accent, but that is beside the point ... Chazz and Jane, broke up?!?! That defies everything I ever believed to be true!
Wait, Chaz and Jane broke up. Chaz, that- that twit! I thought I knew him! We were friends! And the Chaz that was my friend wouldn't break my beloved sister's heart!
Wait, I'll hear all the facts, then break his neck.
"What, why?"
"He- he!" Jane then threw herself onto the bed face down to cry some more.
I looked at Mary questioningly.
"Walk with me talk with me." I followed Mary out of the room.
"Apparently the idiot, broke up with her last night after rehearsal. He rambled on about not being good enough for her, and her deserving better. Like she doesn't have good taste or something. He said it was for the best drove her home and kissed her forehead. She was in too much shock to really do anything but shake her head."
"But! That doesn't make any sense...I mean where'd Chaz get that idea. Besides, nobody minds having what is too good for them!"
"I know, I know."
"I guess all we can do now is comfort her. That is until I get my hands on Chaz..."
"This is even worse than when her cat Snuggles died." She was right. We were going to need some help.
"I think we're going to need the cavalry."
Mary nodded solemnly. And I ran to Rich's house.
The door was open.
"TWIIITCH!! Something really bad has happened! Jane's really upset! I need your help! TWIIITCH! WHERE ARE YOU?" I yelled as I walked up the stairs.
I came to his room, which because of its size and green carpet resembled a football field more than a bedroom. I opened the door, "Richard Fitz-"
Rich was not alone. In fact there were about twelve guys in his room (I told you it was big) with him. Including Russ and Darcy. Why didn't I remember Rich's party!?
And of course they all turned to look at me. Which made me realize what I was wearing...a camisole, drawstring boxer (short!) shorts, and huge bugs bunny slippers. I mean I wouldn't have cared at all if it was just Twitch...but *gulp* twelve other guys! Including one who liked me (Russ), and one who I liked (Darcy.)
I face felt warm, and I avoided all their eyes. But I was on a mission!
"Rich, can I please talk to you, um outside. Sorry to interrupt but its really important."
I then noticed Chaz. I think I growled at him. Chaz wasn't on the team or in the play...I guess Rich had invited him because of Darcy.
"Sure Ziz." Rich got up to follow me.
"You too Chaz." I said in a rather menacing tone. He looked like a lamb being led to slaughter. He knew what I was here to talk about.
We went into the hall.
"Why's Jane upset?"
"Because this idiot broke up with her!"
Twitch looked incredulously at a Chaz.
"You what?"
"It's for the best."
"So that's why her were so sad when you came..." Rich mumbled.
"Chaz, really how could it be for the best, if both you and Jane are miserable? You are miserable right?" If you aren't I could arrange it...
"Yes, very much so. I love her..."
"Then what the heck?!"
"Just because I love her doesn't mean she loves me."
"Well you, freak, why didn't you ask her?!"
"Um."
"And where did you get all this junk about you not being worthy of her?"
"Uh, well. I was talking to Darcy..." Darcy?!
"And he pointed it out. But he's right!"
"So it's all his fault?!" To think ... my Darcy...
"No, no. He was right. He made me think about it. It's not his fault."
Oh yes it was. Chaz was always so modest. He thought way too highly of Darcy and his judgment. It all fit!
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that when a person builds up a lot of rage it must go somewhere. If their first object of rage acquits himself, that rage must go to another person. Like the person who destroyed the happiness of a most beloved sister...
* My own creation (explains a lot doesn't it?), or should I say Mary's.
Chapter 10
Rich's party didn't make me feel any better. Russ was there. Chaz was there. Henry was there. Rich was there. Adam was there. Greg was there. Heck even Jack Crawford was there. I thought it was going to be just the play and the team but I guess I was wrong. They talked about stuff and I listened sullenly. Of course the conversation eventually lead to girls.
Rich talked about the beautiful girls of Europe and such and such red head and such and such blonde. Jack Crawford did the same thing except Rich talked about how sweet and funny and nice they were and how pretty their eyes and hair was, while Crawford talked about well, other aspects of females.
Henry and Greg were incredibly clueless. Henry babbled on about how sweet and nice and beautiful no pretty no beautiful no angelic- well just how all around amazing Katja was. The poor guy was practically in love with her and wouldn't admit it. Was he going to ask her out? No, of course not. She's like his little sister. But I have a feeling that he doesn't get that dazed look he was wearing while talking about his sister.
Greg was worse. He gave us a full-blown monologue (monologue? I've spent too much time with theatre people) on the faults of Emily Wadhouse. I never knew Emily was so spoiled or superficial. Then he'd drone on about what a fop Fred Churchill was and how he didn't deserve her. Then his eyes would soften and he talk about how cute Emily was when she got a scheme in her head. And how her nose would wrinkle up when she didn't like something...
Adam said some incomprehensible stuff. I guess I tuned out after the second "Yarr!"
Chaz had been silent and unapproachable the entire evening. Yes, Chaz. It seems he took over my job.
Russ just grunted that his love life was fine. I thought he would be smug. Maybe he didn't talk about Elizabeth because she was best friends with Rich.
And I, I said that well, that I, didn't well, have ... a love life at all.
I slept pretty badly so when Elizabeth stormed in asking for Rich's help, I kinda thought I was dreaming. She looked very cute distressed. Not that I would ever want her to be distressed. Just that I would like to alleviate the distress. Be the knight in shining armor. Hmmm, actually Elizabeth would probably have her own horse, armor, and sword and wouldn't need a knight.
And besides being cute she was also very ... I mean she was wearing ... I mean ... I AM NOT JACK CRAWFORD. I AM NOT JACK CRAWFORD! Wait, what would that jerk be thinking? I'll kill him!
They were talking ... Jane was upset ... Chaz was an idiot ... Something was for the best ... Chaz was a freak ... Darcy was ... Darcy?? Where'd I come in to this? Was this a good or a bad thing? By the way Elizabeth had growled I had figured it was all a bad thing.
Rich and Chaz came back in both looking red in the face.
"Uh, Darcy I think you should go outside."
I got up ready to face- What was I going to face anyways? I think I heard Adam, Henry, and Greg humming the funeral song (does that have an official name?) Or maybe it was the wedding march? No funeral.
I walked out into the hall and saw that Elizabeth was nowhere to be found. I walked downstairs and found her pacing.
She turned and looked at me with so much anger that I wanted to run back upstairs. Though I did like the way her eyes flashed...
"How could you do what you did??? You stupid jerk! I thought you were nice and not arrogant But you are! How could you be so presumptuous?? So mean??"
What?!
"What?!"
"Oh don't try to pretend you didn't make Chaz break up with Jane! Oh excuse me "advise him"! You know as well as I do that Chaz is very well modest and he respects you so much, so why would you use that against him and Jane??"
Chaz broke up with Jane? I advised him to? What the...
Wait, ashen Bing after I rambled on about not deserving Elizabeth. But did I say that I didn't deserve Elizabeth?? Was Chaz there the whole time?? That could be the only explanation...I felt like banging my head against a wall, but that might incriminate me more.
"What I can't figure out is what your motive is? What reason could you have for making them both miserable?? I mean is Jane not rich enough for your friend?? Do you have something against people being happy?? Or are...are you in love with Jane?? You must be!"
No, no, no!
"No I'm not in love with Jane! I'm in love with you!"
All the anger went out of her eyes and was replaced by extreme shock.
"What..."
"I'm in love with you! I saw you and Russ kiss and I was miserable and when I'm miserable I talk to myself and, and so I talked to myself but I didn't know that Chaz was there and I didn't know he was stupid enough to think I was talking to him or to believe that he wasn't good enough for Jane. I was only telling myself that I don't deserve you, which I don't. But Chaz thought I was talking about him and Jane and you're right he is very modest and has a high opinion of my judgment so, so he broke up with Jane and made himself and Jane and you miserable and yea..."
I inhaled sharply while Elizabeth turned white.
"But, but-"
"I love you."
"I, I."
"I love you."
"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry!" And she ran out of the house in tears.
What a wretched idiot I am. She doesn't even like me. She wouldn't want to hurt me. I just hope she believed me. She did, I think, otherwise ... otherwise I don't know.
All I knew is that I had to go home.
I ran upstairs and into Rich's room.
"I told my parents I'd be home at-" I looked at my watch, "9:43. Thanks Rich. Bye."
I grabbed my stuff and ran out. When I got home my ears were assailed by very loud guitar and piano. Ana was here. I walked into the music room and found Ana and Via rocking out. Via looks pretty funny rocking out, with her frizzy red hair, shortness, and for lack of a better word, Vianess. Besides she was rocking out on a piano. I knew my parents couldn't be home because they could only tolerate jazz and classical.
On the other hand rocking out was exactly what my cousin, Ana de Bourgh was born to do.
When they saw me they both ran to hug me. At least somebody loved me.
"Hey Ana I though you were coming in a couple days?"
"I couldn't stand another lecture from my mother so I transferred my ticket and came without telling her."
"You know she's going to freak out. She does love you."
"She probably too busy with her new boyfriend to bother."
"Another one."
"Yea, this time a sniveling, pompous, jerk. He makes me call him Mr. Collins."
"Haha, sounds like a looney."
"Hey what's wrong with you? You don't look too good Will."
"He haz girl pwoblems."
"Really?"
"Yeah! Therez diz girl-"
"Via!"
"Diz girl, her name-"
"Georgiana Victoria Darcy!"
The surprise of hearing her full name only stopped her for a second.
"Her name iz E-"
"I'll tell you where Mom hid the chocolate."
"Weally Where?!?"
"In the cabinet under the sink of the blue upstairs bathroom."
And the little chocolate fiend ran away.
"Will what's this about the girl? Is she throwing herself at you?"
"No quite the opposite."
"Does she know you're the Great Fitzwilliam Darcy?"
"Yes, and she doesn't care."
"I like her already."
"I told her I loved her and she ran away."
Ana was still fiddling with her guitar and played a few chords of "Teenager in Love"
"Why must I be a teenager in love*??"
"What's the lucky girls name?"
"Elizabeth Bennet."
"Hahahhahahahha! There's you're answer right there. You must be in love because you are Fitzwilliam Darcy and she's Elizabeth Bennet. I mean there's a whole book written about your romance."
"Oh shut up Ana."
"I think she's scared."
"What?"
"Your fine-eyed love. She has fine eyes right?"
"Beautiful." I said wistfully and Ana chuckled some more.
"I have no idea what happened but I have a feeling she was clueless about your feelings and then you burst out with I love you."
"No she hates me."
"Trust me, no woman hates a guy for saying he loves her. In fact some of the greatest love stories of all time have started out like that. Once she knows you love her. She'll feel flattered, then she'll start thinking about the possibilities. If you don't see her for a couple days, all she'll be able to think of is your eyes and your voice and that one moment when your hands touched and romantic junk like that."
"Weally? I mean really?"
"Of course."
"And how do you know this?"
"You may not notice, but I am a girl."
"It's hard not to notice now that you have neon pink hair."
"You know my mother is always telling me to be more feminine. But when I dyed it from green to pink she said that's not what she meant. I mean how much more feminine can you get?" Ana grinned.
"By the way, how'd you get kicked out of the latest boarding school?"
She grinned wider.
"Well this one was co-ed. And when one of the little idiots tried to feel me up, lets just say I put my Doc Martens to good use."
I grinned too. Partly because of the thought of Ana and her steel toe boots and partly because Elizabeth might be thinking of me. Elizabeth, thinking, of, me.
*Teenager In Love by Dion and The Belmonts
Chapter 11
Where does anger go when both of your targets acquit themselves? Yourself.
Okay so I'm mad at myself.
What happens when a guy who you disliked then liked then disliked again says he loves you?
Okay so I'm confused.
What happens when you make a huge fool out of yourself?
Okay so I'm embarrassed.
And most of all, what happens when you find out that you're a terrible, mean person who has no rational thought?
Okay so I'm ... I'm ... well I'm not particularly liking myself.
It was too overwhelming. He loved me. I was completely wrong. I accused him of such horrible things. And he loves me. Or did love me. I have a hard time believing he still would after what I said.
What did I say? I can't remember. Just awful stupid assumptions.
How could I even think what I did about him? He's a good, nice, intelligent, talented, sweet, honest, caring, cute- wrong train of thought.
Enough of my twisted problems. Jane and Chaz. They're more important.
Chaz came over in the afternoon. He brought daisies and peppermint patties, Jane's favorites. He looked incredibly anxious.
"Can I speak to Jane? Do you think she'll talk to me?"
Jane wasn't one to hold a grudge. But it might be too painful for her to talk to Chaz.
"I don't know. I'll go ask her."
On the way to her room I caught Mary, who had seen Chaz come in.
"What is he doing here?? That lowdown"
"Mary I know what you think of him. And whether or not he is a stupid jerk Jane loves him and he loves her. So I'm going to go talk to her. And you are not going to go terrorize Chaz."
"Janie?"
I got a muffled response.
"Janie, Chaz is downstairs-"
She shot up.
"Chaz?"
"He's downstairs and he wants to talk to you."
"Well what if I don't want to talk to him!"
"Then you don't need to talk to him." I said gently.
"Oh but, Elizabeth, I do want to talk to him!"
"Then go talk to him."
"I look awful."
"You look beautiful."
"I'm sure my Rudolph nose enhances my beauty."
"You look beautiful to me. And since Chaz loves you, you'll look beautiful to him."
Jane got up silently, blew her nose (very ladylike of course) and walked downstairs.
Chaz looked up and seemed to forget where he was or the current situation between him and Jane. All he could see was the woman he loved. If he wasn't my friend and Jane wasn't my sister I probably would have gagged then.
I shouldn't have listened in. But I did.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"Um."
"Um."
"Jane, I'm sorry."
"I know."
"You do?"
"Yes."
"Oh. Can you forgive me?"
"No. At least not right now."
(insert awkward pause)
"Oh."
"Do you know what you need to be forgiven for?"
"That I'm an idiot."
"No you're not. It's jus-just that you need to talk to me. It hurt the most that you didn't give me a chance to talk to you about it. Just because you think something doesn't mean I do too."
"I know, I'm really sorry."
(insert shy covert looks)
"So, Jane...what happens now?" Chaz's voice quavered.
"I don't think we should see each other for awhile."
Chaz looked as white as a sheet and Jane wasn't very happy either.
"Not forever or anything like that. Just for a while."
(insert sad silence)
"Okay, Jane. I'll see you around then..."
(insert longing looks)
He gave her soft kiss on the cheek and walked slowly away. But right before he got to the door he turned around and said, "I love you Janie. I hope you like the daisies."
And he was gone. Jane sat there caressing a daisy, deep in thought.
Goodness I felt like crying after that. I didn't want to force Jane to talk about it. She would come to me when she wanted to.
"Hey Twitch come on."
I grabbed him, and we ran down to the Pond. As seniors we had the right to hang out in the theatre during other classes. We walked in and sat in the back. Ahh, the sweet smell of drills and wood. I loved stagecraft when I was in it. And Mr. Wentworth was the greatest teacher ever. He taught stagecraft and actor's reparatory. And our famous annual "Wenty" awards were named after him.
The class was working on the West Side Story set. Most were securing and leveling the buildings. I saw a balcony being made. And of course I saw Adam, the shop foreman along with Henry, "helping" the freshmen. Adam had a way of helping that made the freshmen more confused and a bit scared (he was a bit power trippy.)
"I'm going in."
Rich got up, and went towards some kids who were having trouble framing some doorskin. And of course when Adam walked by Rich couldn't resist, "Hey, Adam! You know what?"
"Err?"
"Sheep suck! And your Bingley? He's a wuss!*" Rich had a big grin.
The innocent freshmen gasped.
"ARR!?" With that Adam, also wearing a huge grin, leaped towards Rich who started running. Mr. Wentworth was not in sight. They were both jumping over chairs, ducking under hanging lights, almost running into people moving flats... (who says drama freaks don't exercise?)
"Zizzy! Help!" Twitch yelled while laughing and running. So I started running too. Rich ran out onto the loading dock, then turned and ran up the stars to the unoccupied green room, and into the art hall, Rich turned to go back into the pond, with Adam at his heels. I was running after them too and laughing so hard that I didn't notice someone was in front of me until I ran into him.
I looked up slowly and gulped.
"Hi, Will."
*Note: These are not the opinions of the Authoress.
Chapter 12
I got to school feeling bad, so bad that I seem to have lost all my SAT vocabulary and can only use the word bad. It's very versatile, almost as much as nice. Okay, I felt bad...
Today was the last day of school before spring break and I was leaving a day earlier for Pemberley. So during my free period, I decided to go to the MFA office and get reservations for my family to the show. We were performing the week after spring break ...or was it the week after that?
When I walked to the hall, I saw two blurbs rush by me, one yelling "SURRENDER FOOL!" and the other yelling, "NEVER SHEEP FREAK!"
I also felt a soft thud as the third blurb bumped into me. Instinctively, I grabbed the blurb so it wouldn't fall. I looked down and saw the blurb to be none other than dearest, loveliest Elizabeth.
"Hi, Will."
"Umm."
Wait! She'll think I'm rude and arrogant!
"Hi Elizabeth. How are you?"
"I'm good, thanks for asking. How are you?"
"I'm good. How is your family?"
"They're in good health."
"And how are you?"
Elizabeth giggled.
"I'm fine."
"Um...who were the blurs?"
She chuckled her beautiful chuckle.
"That was Adam and Rich. Rich insulted Adam's farmboyness."
I smiled ... and she smiled ... and I noticed we were walking towards the theatre.
We walked in and saw the stagecraft class working. Then Elizabeth burst out laughing and pointed. After much struggle I averted my eyes from her face to see what happened.
Rich and Adam occupied the two trashcans on the stage.
Henry came up to us after taking a picture, while they were trying to get out.
"I got sick of their antics. I told the freshmen that it was just like moving flats and platforms into storage..."
I laughed pretty hard at that, and harder when they both fell over trying to get out. When I got finally under control, I noticed Elizabeth was staring at me, with something strange in her eyes. Could it be surprise? Maybe in my delusions...admiration?
"I've never seen you laugh like that. I wish- I mean you should do it more often."
I smiled wide and said, "Maybe I will."
Elizabeth looked away and my heart sank. Then she looked back with a slight smile.
"Are you going to the art festival?"
"What art festival?
"The California Youth Art Competition*."
"Oh no. I really got to go" Elizabeth frowned just as the bell rang.
"Bye, I'll see ya."
"Sure." I muttered as I rushed out. I could still smell her scent in the air as I ran to my next class and somehow felt her presence with me as my arm automatically reached out ... Love makes people into basketcases. And I feel like the biggest one.
Chapter 13
I walked slowly to my class after Will rushed out. He had tried to be nice and polite. Maybe he didn't hate me or anything like that. Then he had left in a hurry. Maybe he really just needed to get to class ... or ... he hates me ... no ... my head was throbbing.
This was probably the most bizarre year ever. We had spring a week after Easter. We were performing West Side Story with a interruption of rehearsals and ... well, like, other weird stuff was happening too...
Well, anyways, a good thing about this year is that I'm going to the California Youth Art Competition over spring break. I'll be competing in 2 categories, in monologues with my old favorite, Lady Percy's speech from Henry the IV part 1 ... or was it part 2? I've had it memorized for so long that I haven't looked at the actual play in a while. It's a really powerful piece, it goes through a whole gamut of emotions, I've been practicing and performing it since the 7th grade.
Then I'm competing in vocal with "In My Life" from Les Mis. I love that song. Twitch didn't want to do it this year; he said something about giving the rest of the students in California a chance.
Jane was going to perform a dance, but decided she's rather not. Besides, who would take care of the Gardner children?
My Aunt and Uncle Gardner were driving me up to the festival in Northern California, its usually held at some vineyard. They had three little children who they would leave under Jane's loving care.
Lydia was competing too in sculpture, but she was going with her friend Haley Forster and her boyfriend. I warned dad that she couldn't be trusted with those two, but dad waved it off. Kitty had been acting like a baby since she found out Lydia was going. The Gardners reluctantly asked her to join us, but Kitty said that if she couldn't go with cool people, she wouldn't go at all! Gee thanks Kitty.
So I was sitting in the car about 5 hours into the trip, when I got the sudden urge to know which vineyard the competition was being held at. I asked Uncle Ed.
"WHAT???"
*Made up but based on real competitions.
Chapter 14
We got to the airport at 7 o clock after a REALLY early flight. Via was still asleep and I carried her to the limo that was taking us home. Ana's eyes were just angry slits, every few minutes she glared at me, as if it was my fault that it was the morning. Sorry I don't control the earth's rotation.
When we got to Pemberley, there seemed to be a lot of activity going on. I scanned my hazy brain for an answer but I didn't come up with something until I saw a big banner with "California Youth Art Competition" on it.
Hmmm. California Youth Art Competition ... California Youth Art Competition ... CALIFORNIA YOUTH ART COMPETITION! The thing my mom briefly mentioned was taking place at Pemberley. The thing that Elizabeth had mentioned ... I asked Louie to stop the limo, saying that I needed to walk the rest of the way back to the house to clear my mind. Louie just looked at me strangely, considering that its about 5 miles from the outer park area and vineyard to the private house.
I wandered through the rows of set up booths and stages, accidentally bumping into some large tech guys, setting up mikes. Then I saw her.
I could say something lame and Chaz like about how the sun shined on her creating a halo and made her look like an angel. But I'd rather say she just looked beautiful, wonderfully, humanly beautiful. She was dressed casual with her dark, dark wavy hair pulled back in a ponytail, she was squinting at a booklet as her foot absently tapped. Then she looked up.
We stared for at least a full minute, making me look of course like a genius (hah.) Then my lips moved and sounds came out.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"I thought you said you weren't coming."
"Oh I wasn't. I mean. Well. You know, Pemberley? I live here."
"Yeah I realized that right after I said it."
Her lips twitched in amusement.
"So, what is this?" She raised an eyebrow.
"It's at your house and you don't know?"
"Well," I said sheepishly, "no one tells me anything."
She chuckled and said, "It's a festival. There's all these categories to compete in. Like vocal, monologue, scene, dance, visual art, photography, and people from all over California come and compete."
"What are you doing?"
"Vocal and monologue."
"Do you want to come to the house...and get some coffee?"
"Um, I think there's something I have to be here for in like 5 minutes. Rules reading or something. Besides there's probably a rule about invading the privacy of the host. And, coffee's gross."
"Oh. I'll see you. Am I allowed to come see the performances?"
She opened the booklet and flipped through it until she found what she was looking for.
"You're allowed to look at the galleries, it says that no one's allowed to see the finals, though I don't know how they'd do that since the whole thing's out side. But you can come see the first round." She smiled and I smiled.
"When and where are you performing?"
"I actually haven't figured it out yet. Too many numbers, too early you know. Here you can have this I'll get another one in a second."
"Okay, um if you have lunch break would you like to come up to the house? And bring whoever you're with?"
"Sure, lunch is at 12:30, is that okay?"
"Perfect. See you."
"See you."
I turned and walked as fast as I could back to the house. Otherwise I might have ended up staying there forever.
"Willy, can I go see her too??"
"Sure."
"I bet you she's a weally good actwiss!"
"I know she is."
"So I get 5 bucks!"
"We didn't bet, and we certainly didn't agree on 5 bucks."
"It waz worth a shot."
"That's my Via, always the opportunist." Ana said as she walked into the room, her attitude noticeably improved since she had her medicinal dose of caffeine.
"Is your lady-love here?"
"How'd you know?"
"That look on your face. It's quite sickening."
"She's performing at the art competition thing that's here."
"Oh. Do I get to see her?"
"As long as you promise not to intentionally frighten her."
"I'm never intentionally frightening."
"Yeah sure."
"Whatever, I think you need some coffee."
"I don't need drugs to enhance my personality, like you, Ana."
"Forgive me, I forgot you were high on love." I left the room with her smirking after me.