"In that case we should get going," Anastasia Crawft got back on track. "We won't make the nine o'clock showing, but we should be able to make the nine fifteen one if we leave now."
"Good," Lisa nodded her head. "Harry has a promise to keep and we wouldn't want him to break it."
Behind her, Harry flinched. He had never seen his best friend quite this mad before. Even the few other times something similar had happened she had never been upset. She would pout and complain, and then go right back to smiling at him. This was a completely new situation, and Harry was at a loss on how to deal with it.
Misses Crawft frowned a bit, before turning to her husband. She narrowed her eyes when she saw him looking interestedly at the rift that seemed to have opened between their daughter and her best friend, but didn't comment on it.
"We should be back around one or two o'clock," she told him, forcing him to look in her direction.
"Right, I'll see you when you get back," Mister Crawft kissed his wife on the cheek before walking towards his office. On his way there, he spared another glance towards Lisa and Harry, his eyes catching the young boy's before he disappeared down the hallway.
"Come along you two," Misses Crawft said as she began leading Harry and Lisa to the garage where the car awaited. The trip there was very silent; Lisa was all but ignoring Harry and Harry was trying to think of some way to make the situation between them right again. Misses Crawft may have said something, but she seemed to sense the tension between the two and decided remaining silent may be the best option.
They got in the car, Lisa and Harry getting in the back while Misses Crawft got into the drivers seat. It wasn't more than a minute later that the group of three found themselves out of the garage and on the road.
Harry glanced over at Lisa, who had yet to look his way once since Harry's apology. She was instead looking out the window, her elbow resting on the sill and her chin resting on the butt of her hand.
He sighed. What should he do? How could he make this right? He had already apologized, but that didn't seem to be working. What else could he do? What else was there to do?
Harry wished there was some kind of book that would at least give him some insight into the proper methods of apologizing worked. Unfortunately, no one seemed to have written such a book so he was stuck with his own thoughts and ideas for now.
Backtracking, Harry allowed his mind to focus on Lisa and his apology once more. Simply saying 'I'm sorry' had apparently been inefficient in getting his desired affect, that being his best friends forgiveness. What else could he do?
Bringing his thoughts to Lisa, Harry focused his considerable mental prowess on his friends likes in the hopes he could find the means to earn her forgiveness there. What did she like that he could use to have her forgive him? She loved the color green, she enjoyed dressing up, her favorite movie was One Hundred and One Dalmatians, she appreciated physical contact like holding hands and hugging, she also loved those trashy romance novels. She had hundreds of likes and little quirks that he could name. But which one would help him get back in his friends good graces?
He looked back over at Lisa, who he noticed was looking back at him as she worried her lower lip between her teeth. The moment she realized he was looking at her, she huffed and went back to staring out the window. And it was in that moment that Harry realized there may be a way for him to earn her forgiveness.
A quick glance at the drivers seat showed that Misses Crawft was focusing entirely on her driving, seemingly ignoring him and Lisa. Good.
After taking care to unbuckle as silently as possible so as not to alert Misses Crawft as to what he was doing, Harry scooted over to the middle seat, which was usually occupied by Lisa and buckled up again.
By now, Lisa had noticed what he was doing and was looking at him. She looked away quickly when he turned to her.
Because of this she did not notice what Harry was doing until his arm wrapped around her shoulder.
Her body stiffened and she nearly squeaked in surprise when he leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, just like what sometimes happened in those books he had forcibly memorized because she constantly read them out loud to him.
"I'm sorry," Harry whispered softly. He took a quick glance at Misses Crawft out of the corner of his eye, thankful when he saw she still wasn't looking at him. He then turned his attention back to Lisa. "I'm really, really sorry. Please, forgive me?"
Lisa shifted a bit in his grasp, turning so she could look at him despite her face being beat red. Her eyes, large, brown, doe-like eyes looked into his as if searching for something. A moment passed. Then two. After several such moments the flush on her cheeks receded and Lisa's eyes softened. She snuggled herself against him and laid her head on his shoulder.
"You're forgiven," she said simply, her eyes closing. "Just don't do it again."
"It's a promise," Harry said quickly, pleased that he had finally managed to get Lisa to forgive him.
He was so pleased in fact, that he didn't even notice when Misses Crawft looked at the pair in the rear view mirror and smiled.
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