Chapter 8

Lucky looked at her, hurt. "Hey, these are my friends and family you're bashing. Granted, they've done some strange things in the past, but they're wonderful people, and I feel honored to have them in my life. Once you meet them, I'm sure you'll agree."

"Once I meet them?" She said, raising an eyebrow curiously.

"Well....I mean, now that you live here, I'm sure you'll meet them at one point or another." He stammered, not sure why he had said that. "Anyway, I showed you mine, now you show me yours."

She couldn't help laughing. "Lucky Spencer, I'm not that kind of girl!"

He blushed, realizing how bad that had sounded. "I meant your notes! Get your mind out of the gutter!"

Liz chuckled and handed over the magazine clippings and her own small guest list. He looked them over briefly and handed them back. He was impressed with the dresses she had chosen. As much as he hated to admit it, she had good taste. He found himself picturing her in the wedding dress. Something told him it would have looked really good on her.

"They're good. So, should we try to decide on that song now?" He asked, trying to change the subject. The longer he thought about her in that dress, the more confused he got.

She glared at him. "Good? That's all you have to say? I worked hard to find these. It's not like I just picked the first dress I saw!" She sighed. "You know, nevermind. I should have expected this from a guy! You probably don't have any taste anyway."

"Excuse, me but I happen to have very good taste! The dresses are very nice. You did a good job, okay?"

She calmed down, embarrassed that she had gone off like that on something so stupid. "Thanks. Sorry I freaked out. So, what songs did you pick?"

"Well, I didn't know what you'd like, so I made a list. Tell me if any of them sound good." He handed her the list and waited as she read them.

"Well, most of them are kind of cheesy, don't you think?" He shrugged. He had thought that was what she would want. "'From This Moment On' is good, but it's really overused right now. Ms. Kraft might think that we picked it because it was easy. We should find something that shows we thought about it more. 'Just the Way You Are' is good too. Billy Joel's cool..." She thought about it for a minute. "You know, I don't know why, but that song always sounds sad to me. Shouldn't the first dance be to a happy song?"

"Sad?" he asked, thinking about the song. "I suppose I can see that. Well, that's all I had, so unless you've got any bright ideas, we're back to square one."

"As a matter of fact, I had a feeling this would happen, so I do have some ideas," she said, feeling proud of herself for anticipating this.

He looked at her angrily. "What do you mean, you 'thought this would happen'? First you accuse me of having no taste for clothes, now you're saying you didn't expect me to have any taste in music either? I'll have you know..."

She interrupted him, not wanting to have to listen to him rant about how wonderful he is. "Calm down, Spencer. I just meant that I didn't think you'd have a lot of love songs at home. At least, most guys I know don't listen to that kind of music, so I figured you weren't any different. There's no need to get all defensive on me."

"Oh. Sorry. Okay, so what songs do you have?" He took the list from her and looked it over. Most of them were really sappy. "No offense, Elizabeth, but most of these songs would make me puke. I can't handle this Celine Dion stuff. It's even cheesier than the stuff I had down!"

Liz sighed. She knew this wasn't going to be easy. "Fine, then what about the Peter Cetera song, 'Feels Like Heaven?' I mean, any love song is going to be cheesy, but that one's not too bad."

"I guess," Lucky relented. He didn't want to spend the rest of the week arguing over a song. "Fine, we'll use that one. No what else do we have to do?"

"Food? You said you'd do that part too." She looked at him, expecting him to say he hadn't gotten a chance yet.

"Oh, yeah. Here's a copy of the Outback's catering menu. I highlighted the stuff that looked good."

She looked at the menu, once again shocked that he had done so much. "Um....sure, I guess this is fine. She handed it back to him.

"What, no argument? I figured you'd have a problem with at least some of the food!" Lucky said, stunned.

Liz shrugged. "I guess I'm not that picky when it comes to food. Anyway, the guests eat most of it, not the people getting married."

He had to agree. "Okay, then what about the cake?"

"Marble." She said, expecting him to argue. Instead he sat there, staring at her. "What?"

"Um, that's actually what I was going to suggest. I guess it surprised me that you said it, too."

She giggled. It shocked her just as much to agree with him on something.

Lucky smiled. He had never heard her giggle before. It was kind of cute. 'What are you saying, man? She's not cute, she's obnoxious!'

"So, are we going to do the 3-tiered, little plastic bride-and-groom on the top thing?" Liz asked. "We can have the icing and stuff match the decorations."

"Uh, sure, whatever." He was still distracted.

Liz waved her hand in front of his face. "Lucky, yoo-hoo, where are you? Don't go all space cadet on me now!"

"Sorry, what were you saying?"

Liz sighed. "I was talking about the cake. Do you even care about this? I thought you were the one who was all worried about our grade. I swear, if you make me do all the work now...."

"Oh, calm down. I was just thinking about something, that's all. I'm not going to stick you with all the work. Not if I want a good grade, at least!"

"What is THAT supposed to mean? You don't think I'd be able to do this project to your high standards?"

"Oh, give me a break. I just meant that if only one person did this project, she would give us a bad grade. Why do you always assume I'm being egotistical? Speaking of that, what's the deal with that song you told me to listen to? Is that really what you think I'm like?" He hadn't planned on bringing that up, but she'd made him mad now, and he wanted to know.

"Maybe I do. I mean, you're always flashing that pink car around and running your hand through your hair like you're worried that it's messed up. And just now you practically said that you thought you were smarter than me!" She sat back smugly, waiting for his response.

"What? That's the biggest load of...look, I already told you that the car is my dad's, and that I don't even like it. I don't think I'm smarter than you, either. I don't know you well enough to know something like that anyway! Although, I wouldn't be surprised if I was." She glared at him as he continued. "And as for the hair thing, I don't do it on purpose. It's just a nervous twitch, like how you chew on your bottom lip when you're thinking..." He stopped himself, but it was too late. He hadn't meant to say that much. The last thing he wanted was for her to know that he had watched her close enough to notice that.

She was stunned. "How do you know that I chew on on my lip?"

"Um....I guess I saw you do it once or twice. It's no big deal. Don't get all freaked out on me." He tried to act cool about it, to cover up his mistake.

"I'm not freaked out. I'm just...surprised that you would notice something like that, that's all," she said quietly, not sure what to think anymore.

"Yeah, well, that's me. I notice things. No big deal," he said, and hoped she bought it.

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