ETHEL'S POV
The second Eulalie told us that Marcellus liked Jacey, plots and schemes formed in my brain. It would be awful easy to get rid of them if they liked each other. Once we were done culting, I rushed up to Mrs. Squires.
"Oh, Mrs. Squires, won't this be so simple? We just have to tell Marcellus that Jacey likes him!"
"But, does Jacey like him?" She always had to be the voice of reason.
"Of course!"
"How do you know?"
"Jeely cly, I can feel it in my gut. When Alma's Aunt Bertha was dieing, I knew it too. Trust me, Squares."
"Alright... but should we check? Just to be sure?"
"We probably should. I'll ask Jacey at the house. Now, in the meantime, you go and talk to Marcellus. I've got a plan."
I rushed away from Mrs. Squires and down the cobblestone street. I was by-gad excited for today because I knew that Mrs. Squires and I could finally be a couple. Once Jacey and Marcellus were together, we would be able to have our own life together and raise her - I mean, our - children. Little did she know I was pregnant with some ogre babies, my thumbs.
I entered my house and saw Jacey sitting at the dining table. His head was in his hands, and his hat was nowhere to be seen. I pulled out the chair next to him.
"Jacey?"
"Ethel, please leave. You always make things worse."
"No, I don't. Do you like Marcellus?" He looked up at me with tears in his eyes.
"Well, even if I did, it doesn't matter, does it?"
"Why wouldn't it matter?"
"He doesn't partake in the gay, jeely cly!"
"Yes, he does. Eulalie overheard him telling Harold he is a level 6668 gay! And if you were to be his sweetheart, he would become a level 6669."
"Jeely cly!" Jacey jumped out of his seat. "I darn tootin' hope you ain't messin' with me!" Jacey slapped his hat onto his head and gallopedgalloped out the door.
"He's boodleing in the Town Square! GOTTA CATCH THAT BOODLE! Oh, and don't forget, I'M ETHEL TOFFELMIER!"
JACEY'S POV
I galloped into the Town Square, nothing stopping me. There stood... HIM. The man I loved with all of my gosh dang heart. He was dancing and singing Shipoopi. I wanted to be his Shipoopi. His.
"MARCELLUSSSSSSSSSS!!!!"
He turned. "Jace? What're you-"
I cut him off by leaping from the ground elegantly and landing in his open arms.
Unfortunately, he was a weak one and dropped me promptly.
"I'm so sorry, JACE!" He cried, helping me up. "But by gad, what is going on?"
I fiddled with my thumbs, looking down at the ground. "Well..."
"Yeah?" He prompted.
Before anything else could stop me, before I could think twice, I leaned up and kissed him quickly.
"ASDHJDGVEVFWHQB!" He yelled. He was disoriented and fell down upon the ground. His bottom made a thwack sound as it hit the cobblestone pavement. "JACE, WHAT THE DIDDLY DARN TOOTIN' HECK WAS THAT FOR?"
I looked down again, sheepish. "I-I-"
"Well?"
"I LOVE YOU!" Tears came to my eyes and I turned to run. Gallop, really. Ethel was wrong again. He clearly didn't love me.
"WAIT, JACE!" He yelled, but I didn't stop.
"I LOVE YOU TOO, JACE!"
That's when I stopped. I turned to him.
"YOUR APPREHENSIONS CONFUSE ME DEAR!" He squaked.
I just stared.
"AREN'T WE SINCERELY IN LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE???"
I joined him now. "OOOOOOH WEEE'RE IIIINNNNNNN LOOOOOOOOOVEEEEE!"
We galloped up to each other, locking into a tight embrace. I hoped he would never let me go. As long as we both lived.
