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If you want.

"I have come to collect," Karla announced, flouncing into the library. She stopped at the desk and grinned at George.

"As well ye should," he decided, stopping the chair to grin back. "Never should let a debt go unpaid."

"And since the island is not on fire--" she'd checked "--you owe me a date!"

Or she owed him. Whatever. She was flexible.

As he might have noticed as she leaned over the counter for a kiss.

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He did, yes, and he was scrambling to his feet to provide that kiss in full. And with interest if she did so desire.

"T'morow night?" he suggested. "I did read in one o' them magazines that yer never s'posed to ask fer the same day."

Shhh, he got bored sometimes.

Her response was going to have to wait a moment--the interest, you understand. She figured George would understand.

"You're not?" she asked. "Why not? What magazines?"

"Well, said more like yer not s'posed t'accept a date fer th'same day," he replied. "So I thought t'would be easier jus' t'avoid it in th'altogether."

"This world has the weirdest rules," Karla sighed. "But tomorrow's good. And everyone will be at prom anyway, so it'll be nice to have some plans other than hang out in my room with MinMort."

She rested her chin on her hands and dimpled. "Any idea what we should do?"

"Stay away from town mayhap wit' all them dancers?" George suggested.

"That sounds like a good idea," Karla agreed. "It's getting a lot warmer...the beach, maybe?"

Karla just really loved the beach, okay.

"Like a picnic maybe?"

"As long as Bobby don' show up," he said, making a little face as he remembered another beach date. "But I'd like it if ye do. I shall be bringin' ye food if ye like?"

Karla decided she just wouldn't ask. It was easier that way. "I don't know," she teased. "Will you remember to bring enough?"

One day, Karla was going to read those magazines and find out she was only supposed to eat celery and water on dates. And then set the thing on fire.

"It probably won't be warm enough to swim," she said a little wistfully. "Probably shouldn't wear our suits."

George grinned a little. "I will if y'will," he pointed out. "We could be makin' a fire if it were too cold."

He just wanted to see her in a swimsuit again after the Spring Break trip.

Twist her arm why don't you?

"I'll bring blankets, too," Karla said, trying not to smile. She wasn't picturing beach cuddling at all, no. "And marshmallows for the fire."

He leaned over the desk to try to steal another kiss. Seriously. It was required.

Well, if it was required, who was Karla to argue?

In fact, she was seriously thinking about joining him on the other side of the desk to make kissing that much easier. Only the knowledge that he was at work (and the radio squirrels that were undoubtedly watching), kept her where she was.

Hey now, the librarian was asleep and it wasn't like there was anywhere the radio squirrels weren't being perverted and watching.

George pulled back a little after a long moment though and reached up to brush his fingers through her hair. "So food fer an army, swim stuff, anythin' else I should be bringin'?"

Karla smiled at the caress, turning slightly to brush her lips against the inside of his wrist. "I don't think so," she said. "I'll bring the blankets, marshmallows, my swim stuff, and the fire if we end up needing one."

There were a few other things she'd bring as well, but those were surprises. Though, that reminded her. "George, when is your birthday?" she asked.

His breath caught at the touch, and George just barely kept for leaning in for another kiss. But the question startled him, and he had to think.

"Uh, sometime in th' middle of winter, I s'pose? Why?"

"Middle of winter?" Karla asked, eyebrow arching. "As in, the season we just left behind? Specifically, passed without you saying anything?"

On the one hand, he hadn't said anything about his birthday. Irritating. On the other hand, he wasn't fourteen anymore. Good thing.

So she went the middle route and gave him an exasperated sigh. "It didn't occur to you that some of us would like to know when your birthday is?" Like people who had presents waiting in their room for such times?

"Aye," he agreed, ruffling his fingers through his hair as he studied her. He'd done something wrong and wasn't quite sure what. "I didn' think of it. I did get a bundle from me mam a few months back. Mayhap twas fer that. Tisn't much of anything, y'know. I didn' think y'd care t'know."

"Of course I care!" Karla said. "I like you having been born. It's one of my favorite things about you." She dimpled again to let him know that she wasn't mad about it or anything. "We could have thrown you a party with ice cream and cake and things."

George shrugged through he was smiling back at her and more than a little warm and fuzzy about the comment. "I like bein' born too," he replied. "An' I like that ye like it. When's yer birthday then?"

"Coming up," Karla admitted. "The 28th of April. And of course I like it. If you weren't born, I wouldn't be able to do this." Karla reached for his arm and brushed another few kisses on his wrist, since he'd liked it so much before.

"Aye, an' t'weren't I born within a few bits of when I was, t'would be weird did you do that," he teased, smiling at the touch and sliding his fingers back into her hair again.

"How much of an' older woman will ye be then?"

"Why do you think I asked?" Karla asked, laughing. "If you hadn't, we'd be rapidly approaching the point of awkward. I'll be celebrating my sixteenth birthday. For a second time, counting the party Ben and I while following Ender around, back before the Desperation Day dance."

If it wants.

If he wants.

Henry's big-deal doctor in Baltimore had him on a new medication regime.

Up side: No time travel in over a week. Down side: He was always sleepy.

Which would be why he was napping on his desk much of the day.

If I want.

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