TWENTY- THREE

Lucy was doing the splits with her head on her knee when she heard the doorbell ring.

She went and saw me and smiled as I greeted.

"You came a little early."She said.

I shrugged my shoulders and she led me in.

I had come for a sleepover and Lucille was waiting for me. Despite the age difference, the two of us were really good friends.

The two of us watched a movie while chewing popcorn while Ms. Lucy had a call from her manager.

Alejandro, the lead male protagonist was talking to Mirabelle when she said,"Alejandro, there is something I need to tell you."

"What is it, my love?"

"I am not your love, I am a Russian Communist."

There was a dramatic sound in the background as the two of us gasped.

"I was not expecting that!"I yelled.

"Neither was I."

A maid came and called us to dinner.

We went and waited for Ms. Lucy to come but she delayed.

The maid went to call her while we waited.

The two of us were alone...

Ms. Lucy entered the room to see food stains everywhere.

She dropped her jaw and a pie slice flew into her face.

The two of us went still as she slowly made her way to the the sink and rinsed her face.

We didn't know what to expect from her, to kick me out, to ground Lucille? Both?!

I looked at Lucille and when I looked back, lentil soup poured on my face, it was warm and comfortable but I didn't expect Ms. Lucy to be laughing and was even more surprised when I analyzed the trajectory of the liquid...it came from her!

Lucille yelled,"Attack!!!"

The two of us were hurling food items to Lucy as she flipped behind the counter.

I could tell she was a gymnast by her grace.

I was throwing food when I got hit in the face by a truffle DeSoto.

Lucille jumped on the table and yelled with passion,"No mercy!!"

She was knocked down by a turkey breast and she shook her head...

Her mother was so good at food fighting, if I didn't know better I would have said she was the chosen one...

After the clash of Titans, we took our baths and went to bed.

We were in the same room, but I felt a little embarrassed to ask for a kiss and a bedtime story while the kid a third my age didn't need those. Luckily, Ms. Lucy remembered.

During this time, Mark was really enjoying his private time with Catherine at the Salsa club.

He said,"Okay Cathy, I know this is fast since we barely met a fortnight ago but...will you be my girlfriend?"

"O- of course."

"Really?"

"Yes Mark, Mark, Mark, Mark!"

He woke up from his hallucination with a start and she asked,"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, don't worry about me."He said, looking at the box in his pocket.

"Well the floor is open now...may I have this dance?"

"...I thought you'd never ask."

He took her hand as the Spanish music played.

He let go and she began with a female basic move. Tapping her feet and clapping her hands above her head.

Mark also began with a male basic move and they held hands and came close together, did a spot turn and an in- and- out.

They did an extension and pulled back then Catherine did an underarm turn.

Mark claved her and she twirled twice and dropped then he caught her and pulled her to her feet.

They performed their impressive footwork till Mark lifted Catherine into the air with one hand and slowly spun her around, then he dropped her and caught her again, diagonal from the floor.

They were breathing heavily as they held the pose, Catherine, with her right leg touching the floor, her left bent at a 60° angle, her black and red dress flowing down and Mark with one knee in front of the other, looking into her eyes, wearing his black and red tuxedo.

There was an applause as he slowly lifted her up to her feet and their noses touched, soon their lips did.

The applause went wild as they gently pulled apart and Mark asked,"Cathy, would you be my girlfriend?"

She nodded.

"Then I got this for you."

She saw the box and gasped as he opened it, it was a gold necklace, designed with diamonds and pearls.

She was speechless as the jealous women in the crowd grumbled.

"I hope you like it."

"Like it? I love it!"

Mark drove her home and left and she took out her keys.

In the bushes, a person held a rifle, targeted at her heart and the person pulled the trigger...