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Chapter Forty-Seven: Bippity, Boppity, Boo! I've Put You Under A Spell!

December 24, 1961

"Yer so beautiful," John said for the hundredth time. We were back at my house for an hour or so later. We hadn't heard anything from Dot and Paul (and, come to find out, we wouldn't for a few days), but we had to put the nerves away for a while for Mimi's lunch.

I looked at the wretched red dress he'd practically forced me back into.

"I hate it," I said flatly. He came and put his arms around me from behind, looking at me through the mirror, and resting his head on my shoulder.

"Why?" he moaned irritably. "It looks so good."

He had changed into a button-up shirt that perfectly matched the color of the dress, so we were now unintentionally matching, begging for mockery. I didn't have anything else to put on, though, so this would just have to do. I turned around to look him in the eyes. "You're just saying that," I teased.

He frowned. "No, I'm not," he whined, stomping his feet sarcastically. "Why won't you believe me, my sweet love?"

I rolled my eyes. "I'm going to have to to muster up the courage to leave this house."

He rolled his eyes, wrapping me in his embrace. "Don't make me pull out the mistletoe again," he patted his back pocket.

I frowned. "You really think you need mistletoe?"

He thought a moment. "Does that mean—?"

"My lips are yours." I rolled my eyes.

He smiled and tried to lean in, but I dodged him. He looked at me, annoyed. "Ha-ha, very funny," he muttered and I laughed, placing a peck on his cheek and wiggling out of his grip.

"O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?" John asked teasingly, pulling a line from Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet.

"What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?" I replied and he looked impressed.

"He says something about exchanging love vows, doesn't he?" asked John, not knowing any more lines.

I laughed. "Yes he does, and Juliet responds by saying she has already given the promise of love."

"Yer so beautiful when you act all brainy." He giggled.

I rolled my eyes. "I could kill a cat and you'd find a way to compliment me out of it."

He frowned. "I most certainly would not."

"Mhm," I replied, going over to fix my hair up the same way I had the previous night.

"Whatcha gonna do with it now?" asked John, going and leaning on my desk with a smirk.

I shrugged, taking a little strand and braiding it rather hastily.

"How'd you do that?" he asked skeptically, coming up by my side and examining my work.

"Magic," I teased, tying it up and pinning it up with a Bobby-pin. He frowned at me, running his hands through the rest of my hair.

"Yer a witch," he teased.

"Bippity, boppity, boo! I've put you under a spell," I teased, tapping him on the nose.

"Oh, no," he jested. "Whatever shall I do now?"

"Only a true love's kiss can break the curse!" I said urgently, outlining the plot of every Disney movie in existence.

"Then maybe we should give that a go!" he replied, hastily pulling my lips to his.

He pulled away, his hands still cupping my face delicately, and I laughed. "I should cast spells on you more often."