"Tell me!" Liam loomed over her.
There was another knock at the door.
"Well, it was Aragorn. Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and the true heir to the throne of Gondor was my first crush. His beard, that ruffian look, the macho way he swung his sword, his long dark hair~" she grinned seeing his nose flaring. "I even wanted Arwen dead so that I can have Aragorn for myself. Sadly she didn't die... Do you remember, Fizzy? Whenever we watched The Lord of the Rings, I mentioned~"
*Bang*
She giggled as Liam left the room angrily. She didn't know what he expected her to say.
"Whoa, what happened?" Derick entered softly closing the door.
"Derick!" Rory ran to him and hugged him around his neck. "How are you?"
"I'm fine," he grabbed her shoulders and looked at her from top to bottom. He then squinted his eyes.
"You got back together?" Derick asked, his eyes fixed on the obvious mark on her neck.
