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        Elizabeth sat up in bed and sighed. She had only gotten a few hours of sleep the night before. She couldn't stop thinking about last night; she knew something was wrong, but Elizabeth knew there was nothing she could do.

        She couldn't tell Justin because he would probably go over and beat the crap out of Rob.

        Elizabeth looked over and glanced at her watch and saw it was only 8:30. As she was leaning back down to go back to sleep, the phone rang. Anna was at work so Elizabeth had to get up and answer it. She reached across the table and grabbed the portable.

        “Hello?”

        “Hey Elizabeth.”

        She recognized the voice right away, and smiled. She got up from bed, holding onto the phone on her ear. “You know what time it is, don't you?”

        “Yeah I know but I wanted to see how your first day went yesterday,” Justin said. He hoped he didn’t wake her up.

        When she remained quiet, he spoke back into the phone. “Elizabeth?”

        She got out of her daze thinking about last night. “Oh yeah sorry.”

        “So how did it go yesterday?” he asked again.

        “It went fine,” she said simply, walking over to the window and opening the blinds.

        Justin grabbed his cell and walked over to the window and looked out at the morning sun shining brightly. “I was kind of hoping you were free today,” he said.

        She smiled. “Oh you were, were you?”

        She heard him laugh. “Well of course I was. What do you say?” he asked.

        “Hmm.” Elizabeth paused as she walked over to her closet and picked out some clothes. She figured the heck with sleeping anymore today. “Either I hang out with you or do nothing. Tough choice, let me think on this one.”

        “Oh come on, you know you want to hang out with me, everyone does,” Justin joked.

        “Then why are you asking to hang out with me?” she asked as she started to change into a pair of comfortable jeans and a plain white t-shirt.

        “Because I like to spend time with you. You're so easy to have fun with and we like a lot of the same things. Speaking of, I was hoping we could watch one of your tapes of women playing professional hockey.”

        She walked over to the mirror and started to brush her hair. “I just happen to have some. You can come over or I can come over there.”

        “Why don't you come over here? You haven't seen my place yet,” he said.

        “Where do you live?” she asked as she put her medium length hair in a ponytail. She hoped she wouldn’t get lost trying to find his house.

        Justin gave her his address, then after they hung up, she finished getting ready. She went over to her suitcase and pulled out a few tapes that contained hockey games on them, placed them in her bag, then drove to Justin's house.


        Elizabeth got to his house half an hour later, after getting lost a few times. She got out of her jeep and walked up the porch and knocked on the door. His house wasen't as big as the one his friends lived in, but it was pretty close in size. It was a light blue color, and had the most glamorous windows she had ever seen.

        She turned her attention to the glass screen door when she heard it open. Justin stood there in a pair of black track pants and a plain white Nike shirt.

        “Hey,” he smiled, opening the door wide enough for her to get in.

        Elizabeth walked in and glanced around inside. “Wow this is such a beautiful house.” Again, she was completely blown away by the inside. It had a huge living room and by the looks of it, the upstairs had a lot of bedrooms.

        Justin took her hand and led her into the living room. “You like it?”

         She glanced around at everything in the room; there was a huge tv, two sofa's, a lovely fireplace, which was blazing away.

        “We can sit here,” Justin said sitting on one of the larger couches. “We can see the TV better.”

        “Right.” She walked over and joined him on the couch. She took out the tapes from her bag, then placed the bag down on the floor beside her, and handed the tapes to him. “There's three games on each tape,” she told him.

        “So do they actually wear hockey uniforms, or do they wear skirts?”

        Elizabeth laughed. “Just put the tape in, Romeo.”

        Justin got off his side of the couch and put the tape in the VCR and pressed play. He sat back down, but sat closer to her this time. He pressed pause on the remote, then looked at her.

        “You want a drink? I was planning on getting the snacks before you got here, but I didn't know what you would have wanted.”

        “Anything is fine,” she said.

        “Okay, I’ll be right back.”

        A few minutes later he came out with two glasses full of cola and a bowl containing potato chips.

        “Here you go.” He handed her one glass, then sat back down beside her.

        “Thanks.” She took the glass and took a sip. He watched her, then took a sip of his own.

        Justin reached over and pressed play again and the game appeared on the tv. He kept his eyes on the tv, well Elizabeth kept her eyes on him. She was attracted to him and she knew it, but now she felt something different, it was almost like love; she had never cared about a guy as much as she did Justin.

        During the whole game, Justin's eyes would turn to Elizabeth when she wasen't looking. After the game was over, he went up to the TV and turned it off. “We can umm watch the others some other time.”

        She caught his expression on his face. She thought he wanted to be alone so she got up off the couch. Justin grabbed her hand and stared at her for a moment, hypnotized.

        “Yes?” She wondered why he was looking at her like that.

        He didn't say anything, he couldn't. He just reached out and put a hand on her cheek, then kissed her.

        Elizabeth was shocked, and had emotions flushing through her whole body. But she didn't care, she wanted him to kiss her. She reached up and put her arms around his neck and kissed him back with all the passion she had in her. A few minutes later, they both pulled away.

        “Wow,” was all he could say. He had never been kissed like that, and he certainly didn't remember kissing any girl like that.

        She smiled. “You're telling me.” When was the last time she had been kissed? Seemed like eternity’s ago. It had been worth the wait, she thought.

        “Don't go yet,” he whispered. He pressed his lips to hers again. “Not yet.”

        She pulled away and looked at him. “I wasen't planning on it,” she said before pressing her lips to his for another kiss.


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