Friday 18 May 2012

#Fridayflash: Liz

“You’re not falling for him are you,” I blurted.

“What makes you think so?”

“I know that tone of voice. You’re hiding something.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Oh come on, Diane. I know when you’re faking. Besides, you’re blushing.”

“I’m not falling for that one, Liz.”

I smiled. “See, if you weren’t faking it, you wouldn’t be worried about blushing. Come on, spill!”

Diane snuggled down between the mountains of pillows we had piled on the bed. “Nothing to spill.”

I threw another pillow at her, catching her on the arm as I snuggled down beside her.

“Do you think Rob really likes me?”

She stared at me. “What kind of question is that?”

“Well if you won’t talk about Daniel, you might as well talk about Rob, right?”

“Do you like him?”

“Dunno.” I turned to face her. “He’s, well, he’s a bit of a hunk, isn’t he?”

She giggled. “Not quite my type.”

“Yeah, I know you like the quiet, dreamy types.”

“Stop it, Liz.”

“See, you admit!”

She groaned. “I hate you.”

“So what is it about him that you like? He’s not exactly our kind you know.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“He’s like, you know, different. Strange. He’s not really -”

“Rich?”

“Something like that.”

“You’re a snob, you know, Liz?”

“Comes with the territory.”

“But he is rich. Now, anyway.”

“Yeah, but - it’s just different. It’s just something you’re born with. That - style. Attitude.”

“Like us, you mean?”

“Yeah.”

She fiddled with her hair for a while before answering. She does that a lot when she’s thinking. “I think you don’t like him because he doesn’t rise to your challenges.”

“My challenges?”

“Rob does. That’s why you play off each other like flint and rock.”

“I do not.”

“See? And if I just ignore this line of questioning you’re going into, you’ll get upset with me.”

“What have I challenged him with?”

“You wanted him to defend himself because of that book he was reading. But he didn’t.”

“He’s a wimp.”

“Then you wanted to get cheat sheets off him, and he refused.”

“Matthew always shared.”

“He didn’t have cheat sheets.”

“Who?”

“Daniel. He didn’t have any.”

“But his score -”

“Was all his.”

“And you know this because?”

“I asked.”

“You know, if you date him, we’re gonna have to wriggle him into Rob’s good books.”

“Who says anything about dating?”

“Oh surely, not the room so fast.”

“Liz, you’re impossible!”

I grinned. 

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