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"I'm not insulting anything. I'm just saying he isn't exactly a travel guru." She curled her lip a little, and held her hands out.
"How do you know?" Theo asked, and leaned back into his chair, swiveling it from side to side.
"You just aren't. You've never been out of the country. Now, let's see here..." Peggie dismissed the idea of Theo's geographical prowess by turning away from him quickly, with the aid of her desk chair.
"Well, have you?" Rita said, taking the bait the green eyed glory was dangling in front of them.
"Yes, I have," he said drawing the words out dramatically. "I've been to Italy, France, Spain, Australia, Africa and Greenland, to name a few." His smile was wide, and from the set of his jaw, Rita could tell that he was proud of himself. He was definately hoping for a reaction. Peggie obliged.
"Why didn't you TELL us you knew about traveling? Now you have to come with us, and bring a friend. How did you go so many places? When did you go? How long were you gone? Where did you stay? How much did it cost?" She probably could have gone on for hours, but Theo cut her off.
"I didn't tell you because you didn't ask. You seemed to think there was no way I was sophisticated enough to have traveled extensively. I went with my parents. They work for National Geographic. Photographers. I've been all over the place. My parents decided I should settle down in one place for my high school years, so we moved here, and they took a couple years off, mostly. Dad went to Iraq, and Mom went to India a couple of times, but other than that, they were waiting until I graduated. Up till high school, I learned from them. It was fun. So, Italy... I remember it well. The sunflowers, the gypsies, the art, the pigeons." He shuddered. "Okay. I'd rather forget the pigeons. Other than that, it was great. That was the last place we went before we moved back to America, so I remember it pretty well. I could get a lot of information from Mom and Dad about cost. They had to write it all down to keep track, you know. For their jobs."
Peggie leaned back and grinned. "I knew you'd have some use, Theodore."
"Will you stop calling me Theodore? Theo is fine." Rita knew, as did Peggie, that Theo didn't like his name. He didn't like Theo that much either, but, in his words, "Theo is better because it's shorter."
"Now, Theodore, we have to keep propriety in mind. If I started calling you Theo, who knows what may be next? Pretty soon, we could end up married!" She put her hands on her hips. "And we don't want any of that, do we?"
Rita felt a twinge of jealousy when Peggie mentioned marriage, but brushed is aside like one of the many flies that come out in the summer. "Of course we don't," she butted in. She contemplated that if there were no chance of liking Theo, she would have added something like "I'm going to marry him," or "He proposed to me first," or maybe even "He wouldn't marry you, he's madly in love with me!" She might even have thrown her arm around him. She was shocked when Theo patted her on the shoulder and said, "I wouldn't dream of marrying you, Peggie, when I have this paragon of womanhood beside me."
She hopped away from him like a frightened rabbit. She rubbed her arm without thinking. "Oh, um, yeah. Marriage. You. Me. Uh-huh, great fun." She sat down on the desk, and crossed her legs. Then uncrossed them. Then decided that to cross her legs was truly the best option. Anyone who didn't cross his legs was insane. She realized her thoughts weren't making any sense at all, and tried to clamp down some control on her mind. She uncrossed her legs, and kicked them against the computer tower. Thunk. Thunk.
"Will you stop that! You're going to break the darn thing." Peggie smacked Rita's legs, looking annoyed. She often had to restrain Rita when it came to technology. Rita was the sort of person who believed that if you forwarded the email to 20 people Microsoft was actually tracking it, and you would recieve a hundred dollars in the mail shortly afterwards. She maintained that she didn't get the money because all of her friends deleted the email instead of sending it on. "What is your problem?" She shoved her nervous friend off of the desk.
"Ow!" Rita screeched. "I just landed on a lego creation!" She fished the offending toys out from under her, much as Theo had done earlier. "What is up with this? Why are there toys in your father's office? Isn't this supposed to be professional?" She kicked her legs, trying to get up, and stepped on another lego. She hissed, and Theo took her hand to pull her up. She accepted the proffered hand eagerly before realizing who offered it. She wiped her hand off on her pant leg, and blushed deeply. "Um, thanks."
"Yeah," he said, looking down at the floor and smiling. "Those legos are killer. My little brother has a bunch of them, and I seriously think he scatters them across the floor just to kill me."
"Little siblings..." Peggie sighed. "They are the bane of my existence. Rita, you have paper in your hair." Rita brushed the paper out of her hair quickly.
"I've gotta go," she said in a rush, and ran out the door. Waving a quick good-bye to Mikey and Diana, she ran back home. It was only when she arrived in her room, she discovered she'd left her flip-flops at Peggie's house. She opened the pink door to her room, locked the brushed pink metal doorknob, flopped down onto her pink comforter, buried her face into the pink pillow, and screamed bloody murder.