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12 l Tears


"Liar."

It was an inappropriate time to be entertaining fantastical thoughts, but Henry had to wonder if this really was Beezus standing before him, not a well-designed imitation that had no idea how to speak like the brisk, hard-headed girl he had known since childhood.

"What?" he stuttered. Her mouth pressed into a thin line, like they were seven playing in the park again.

"You like Alice?" Her voice was so soft he could barely hear it, but it was easier to understand than why she looked wilted, confused, anxious like he had never seen her before, not even on that unforgettable prom night. There came a chorus of cheers and Henry realized the bouquet must have been thrown.

"You…didn't want to try and catch it?"

"You idiot!" she exclaimed and he felt momentarily relieved that some semblance of the old Beezus had returned. "Mary-Jane might have forgiven Robert for waiting as long as he did, but I'm not that nice!"

"What am I supposed to say?" She crossed her arms, huffing impatiently.

"Henry Huggins, for someone with great leadership qualities," she snorted and he couldn't help but flinch, "you sure take your time making a move."

"Fine, I have no interest in Alice, now are you happy?" he replied stoutly. She blushed and clenched her hands. "Let's go back, Robert's probably wondering where –"

"Not yet. That's all? You don't have anything to say to me?"

He opened his mouth to speak but couldn't help but stare back silently. She suddenly smiled, her eyes flashing with that familiar go-getter look as she walked over.

"Go on." Her hand slipped into his and he noticed her eyes were shining.

"You should have been a journalist," he grinned and leaning forward, kissed her gently on the lips.


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Author's Note l Thank you for reading! I hope you had as much fun following Beezus and Henry's adventures as I did writing them. Please feel free to leave a review and tell me what you thought!