10 Reasons Not to Fall in Love

Don't Call Me Liz II

A "10 Reasons Not to Fall in Love" special!!! It's one of my favorite parts of all time cuz the two reach a milestone in their relationship! XD!!!!!! So, I made it extra long!!! HUZZAH!!!

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Vincent marched right up to her after a few seconds and ripped her right off of James. How dare this-

"Dude," James glared, getting up. "Don't treat Lizzy like some kind of pet."

"Seriously," she scowled. "Mind your own business."

Vincent was angry beyond words. He was going to punch this guy straight into hell. What pissed him off most was that he didn't know why. Why should he give a damn about the two of them? Despite that, Vincent couldn't move from where he stood.

"Let go of her," James growled.

"Why don't you make me?"

The two of them lunged at each other.

Vincent was no ordinary street fighter. He may have been raised in a fancy mansion where the sink was made of black marble, but he his dad was obsessed with professional wrestling. Who knew the old man's yammering and practice sessions would pay off someday? Vincent had pinned James on the ground when James gave a sharp jerk, rolled over, and threw Vincent back.

Vincent landed on the ground and James pounced, fist raised back to do some serious damage. Vincent moved to the left just in time, rolling into an offensive position, ready to kick out.

Pulling his unscathed fist from the broken cement, James turned to Vincent's ready poise when Elizabeth interfered.

"STOP," she hollered as she grabbed both of their heads, "MAKING A SCENE!!!" The two were thrown over her shoulder like sacks of potatoes and they flew into the table. The bystanders sighed in disappointment. There went their bets on who would've won the fight.

Elizabeth grabbed the two disoriented boys by the collar and hauled them over to the cashier and the profit box.

"STAY."

She marched right back to where the megaphone had been left.

"We're very sorry, but it seems that this station will be having a brief intermission. Do you guys mind if I yell at these two in front of you guys?"

The crowd went wild. Guys whispered to each other while shooting Elizabeth's figure lewd looks. She was hot, she was funny, she was friendly, she was easy to talk to, and she could hurl two guys three feet at once. What was her number?

Vincent and James cringed as Elizabeth stalked towards them, fists tight and face enraged.

"How dare you two," she growled in a quiet whisper. "Threaten my grade for the festival? I work my ass off on this whole station and you two break into a street fight."

"YOU," Elizabeth glared at Vincent, "couldn't just mind your business OR AT LEAST," she cut him off as he opened his mouth, "just hold it in until later!" Vincent stared up at her with sullen eyes. She was right.

"AND YOU," Elizabeth shrieked. "YOU HAVEN'T BEEN HERE FOR 4 YEARS AND YOU RUIN MY PROJECT WHEN YOU SHOW BACK UP?!" Elizabeth finally let herself go.

Grabbing the two by their hair in a twitching hand, she dragged them into the festival, taking the money with her. She didn't even notice the line of people following her like a tour group with eager eyes.

Elizabeth marched up to the janitor's shed of tool supplies and unlocked it with a key from the principal needed for getting duct tape. She wrenched open the door and ungraciously dumped the two protesting idiots in with a lawn mower and a few shovels.