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You are totally infatuated with Elizabeth Buxbaum.

You're obsessed with her cute little 50's clothes, her fiery red hair, and her insanely positive outlook. You have been since you were kids.

You only have two problems:

Liz hates you, mainly because you devote a lot of time to annoying her.

You're 98% sure that Liz is not into girls. Like, no shot.

So yeah! Fun times. W high school career.

Liz usually makes a point to stay away from you, but you've been paired up together for a project in your English Lit class--to act out a Shakespeare scene from whichever play you want.

When you suggested Twelfth Night, Liz actually agreed. (She loves She's The Man). You decided on the scene where Olivia meets Cesario, and made plans to practice after school at Liz's house.

So now you're here.

In Liz's house.

In Liz's room.

You make note of the floral bedspread, the heart-shaped fairy lights, and the collection of Taylor Swift records in the corner. Your lips tick up against your will at the pile of rom-rom DVDs, because that's just so her.

''Sorry about my stepmom. She's always prying.'' Liz says, kicking a pile of dirty clothes under her bed.