Lucas and The Time-Traveling Fog The Party Animals!

Chapter 8 Friendship

This feels great that we made up and all but something about this didn't sit well with me. Maybe it was just my head tingling from all the hair pulling last night. But whatever the case might be, we arrived at the cafeteria, and thank goodness, there weren't too many people in line because I was starving. Before we got in line to order, Margaret asked me a strange question from out of nowhere. She asked, "Lizzie, if it's alright with you, can the two of us sit and eat breakfast together today? I-I don't want to sit with the girls."

Ok, this is strange; why does she want to be with me? What's her deal? She hasn't done this to me before...why is she starting now? Whatever is off here better presents itself soon because I do not want to be the first one to find out. Caught off guard, I answered, "Uhh...yeah, sure thing, Margie." We then got in line to order our breakfast.

My typical breakfast back at home usually consists of a maple syrup waffle, a glass of orange juice, and a blueberry muffin, but I had to settle for a tray consisting of undercooked scrambled eggs and a carton of Orange Juice instead. After we paid, we walked around with trays in our hands, looking for a spot for the two of us. I found a table next to a big pillar, sat down, and called her over.

Having a bite of my undercooked scrambled egg, she asked me, "So what do you think of that dude behind us? He's kinda cute, right?"

"Where are you going with this?" I asked.

She gave me a look of annoyance in her eyes, huffed at me, and answered, "I just want you to take a real good look at him, come back, and tell me what you think, that's all." But when I tried to turn around to see who she was talking about, she stopped me and said, "N-N-No-o-o don't look now, he'll see you. Ok, look now." I then rolled my eyes and took a look at him. He was tall, had black hair, wore jeans and a short-sleeved shirt, but he was anything but cute when he decided to pick his nose, thinking no one would notice.

Well, I definitely noticed, dude, and that was disgusting. Regardless of being a guy or girl, that's still gross. But being tangled in this girl web for the past two weeks wasn't all bad, though. For one, I really tried to nit-pick these girls' brains into understanding what they see in us men. To my dismay, I didn't really get a definitive answer. So, I don't get it. I really don't. I mean, we are not that cute, have any hidden talents really, or unique in some way, but at least we don't pick our noses as that guy did. Speaking of which, I said, "Hey, I'm done looking at him, and he's so not my type. Besides, I just saw him pick his nose."

She replies with the classic "Ewww, gross. But other than that, he's quite the catch, isn't he?"

"Maybe for someone else, but not for me," I said.

Margaret replied, "Ok, I get that, but like if you were to rate him on a scale of say one to ten, what would you give him?"

"Hmmm, I'll give him an eight or a seven just because of the nose-picking. What would you give him?" I asked. Just so you are aware, I don't know if it was me being surrounded by girls all the time making me act like this but whatever I was saying seemed almost natural to me. Anyway, she answered, "I'll give him an eight or a nine because he's got quite the looks for a nose-picker."

We then proceeded to rate more guys than I can count. There were so many passing by us staring, and some even tried to strike a conversation with us. The looks they gave were of disbelief at how drop-dead gorgeous we were. I mean, I couldn't really blame them. One of them even said that we looked like Kelly and Sabrina from the show, Charlie's Angels. Whatever that is. At the beginning of this boy shenanigan, I didn't know Up from Down, and I made a fool of myself in front of the first two boys that talked to us. I felt so embarrassed when they left.

My mom asked, "Elizabeth, why did you say that in front of those boys?"

"I know. I'm sorry," I answered, looking completely guilty.