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[notcalledlizzie]

Elizabeth is lying, curled up on her bed with a stuffed bear.

A small, neatly wrapped box is sitting on the bedside table.

She's trying to read; the same book she's been reading ever since she was in the library after Speech class.

Her mind keeps flashing back to the trip she made to Mali and the Ivory Coast. She can hardly believe how young and naive she had been. How back then she thought that she could help change the world.

She seems to reread the same paragraph over and over again

"A tumble? Oh, yes - out of the swing," said Katy, as it all came slowly back to her. "Did the rope break, Aunt Izzie? I can't remember about it."

She always reached for books from her childhood whenever she felt down.

Comments

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Aww, I love labs. Is your mom coming?

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

I told her not to. Not sure if she'll listen, though.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Why's that? I'd love to have my mom visit... *trails off and bites her lip*

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Because she'd withdraw me the instant she met Drusilla. That and dad's down with the flu anyway.

*frowns* You alright?

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

You could keep her away from Drusilla? *doesn't sound very convinced herself*

*sighs* Fine.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

*studies her* Where's that nail polish?

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*leans across to her bedside table, and opens the draw*

Sparkly blue, sparkly gold, sparkly silver and sparkly... uh... pearly-greyish-green stuff?

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

*winces* You sure Vala won't kill me?

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*pulls out another bottle*

Nail polish remover. Wonderful stuff

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

*spectical* Alright then...

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Hey, I'm not forcing you into this...

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

*snorts* You wanna do my hands or my feet?

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*grins* I want to do your hands... but whichever you want.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

*rolls his eyes and holds out his hands* Go ahead.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*giggles*

Any preference on colors?

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

You're the girl, which do you think goes best with my tan?

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*grins and picks up the blue*

*deftly paints his first nail*

You okay? Not going to freak out on me?

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

I promise I won't faint.

*looks suspicious anyway*

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

Well, that's good

*continues to paint the nails on his left hand*

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

*looks down at her doing this*

So this is therapeutic?

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

It can be. It's quite good to just concentrate on the brush strokes.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Huh. Who knew? *peers at it* It's not going to make me look fat, is it?

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*rolls her eyes*

No, Cam, it's not going to make you look fat.

Other hand, please

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

Just blue? *gives her his hand while studying his nails* Shiny.

[notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com]

*grins as she replaces the lid on the blue and picks up the silver*

Different colors for each hand.