THE WISHING WELL SODA SHOPPE
There he is!" Eliza exclaimed as she grabbed
Maggie and pulled her
close. "I just knew Randy would show up here after
"I don't understand how
you can get so worked up over him, of all boys!" Maggie rolled
her eyes as she pulled away from Eliza's grasp. "Surely you can find
someone better to obsess over."
"I just don't think
there's a boy neater than Randy." Eliza swooned as she watched Randy
closely. "C'mon, let's go talk to him."
"I am not going
anywhere near him! Have you lost your mind?"
"You said you'd help me
convince him to ask me to the dance." Eliza glared at Maggie.
"You're not backing out on me!"
"Oh, all right,"
Maggie muttered as let out an exasperated sigh. Quite reluctantly, Maggie
allowed Eliza to drag her over to where Randy Lamont was sitting.
"Hi, Randy," Eliza
spoke up timidly as she and Maggie stood in front of him.
"Hi, Eliza." Randy
smiled before turning to face Maggie. His expression immediately grew more
Maggie sighed again and folded
her arms across her chest before rolling her eyes and quickly looking away.
Her teeth clinched as Eliza tugged on her sleeve. "Hello,
Randy," she muttered quite resistantly. Why did Eliza insist on
getting her involved in her plans?
"Look, Maggie, I'm
staying away from you." Randy held up his hands and slowly backed
away. "I've got no intention of getting close enough to spill
anything on you."
"And I appreciate
that." Maggie looked sternly at him until a sharp jab in the ribs,
supplied by Eliza, refocused her attention on the matter at hand. She
quickly put on her best "social" face and smiled at Randy.
"So, the big fall dance is coming up. Have you made plans for it,
"Um, no. Actually,
I haven't." He looked at her curiously. Why was Maggie now
acting like she was supposed to be his best friend? "In fact, I
really wasn't planning on going."
"Oh, you simply have
to go! It's the biggest social event of the semester. The only thing
bigger is the prom and that's not until next spring!" Maggie fought
to keep her smile cemented to her face. Why did Eliza persist in doing
this to her?
"So, I take it you girls
"Well, I am."
Maggie smiled. "I've already been asked. Eliza,
however..." She grabbed her friend and pushed her forward, closer to
Randy. "Let's just say that none of the boys have quite had the
"I find that hard to
believe." Randy smiled at Eliza. "As pretty as you are,
Eliza, I'd figure that boys would be standing in line."
"Oh, Randy, you say the
nicest things!" Eliza turned her head in mock embarrassment and
feigned a blush while Maggie subtly rolled her eyes. "But, I guess
the other boys are just too shy. I really want to go to the dance, but
there's no way I'd even think of going alone. It just wouldn't be
"I have an idea!"
Maggie spoke up, right on cue. "Randy, you don't have any plans for
the dance! Why don't you take Eliza? That way you both can
go." Please, let him say "yes" so I can get this over
know." Randy quickly looked from Maggie to Eliza and then back
again. This was all entirely too odd. Why was Maggie being so nice
to him now? Suddenly, he looked down at his watch. "Um, I'm
really sorry, but I've got to go. I'll see you both in school."
"Well, so much for that
bright idea!" Maggie said as she turned to Eliza while Randy quickly walked
out the door. "I certainly hope you don't have any other plans up
"Oh, I don't know why he
didn't ask me." Eliza sank down into a chair and began to sulk.
"I've just got to find some way to get him to ask me to that dance."
Maggie looked at Eliza and
simply shook her head. She still couldn't understand why she was so hung
up on a mutt like Randy.