I was trying really hard not to spit out all the medicine I had just been given. I swallowed and stuck out my tongue, "They lied, that didn't taste like grapes at all." Leo snickered beside me. Somehow, he had managed to get better way before me, but he was still hanging out just to mess with me. He was such a good friend. Currently, I was in the state he had been in, so I could at least walk around some. Artie rolled his eyes.

"Well you have to put up with it if you want to get better." I flopped sideways on the couch.

"If thats how it is then I never want to get better. Back to this couch being my death bed! Good bye!" I said, closing my eyes. Leo tugged my sleeve.

"No! We are not doing this again! Get up!" I shook my head.

"We are so doing this again! Tell Peter that he's annoying!" I said, dramatically repeating myself. This had become our running joke since I had gotten sick. I noticed that Artie had left the room as I let Leo pull me up. I sighed, "You know what will be luck?" I asked. Leo shrugged.

"No what?" He asked, leaning against the couch.

"I'll be all better tomorrow just in time to go back to school. Just in time to see old Rosalie." Leo laughed.

"You know what? I almost forgot about her. I dunno, it seems like fun. Me and you tag teaming her, fighting back. Like a rebel alliance going up against an evil queen." He said, jumping up and holding his arm up like he had a sword. I rolled my eyes.

"Like a rebel alliance going up against an evil queen." I mimicked. Now it was Leo's turn to roll his eyes.

"You know I hate it when you copy my voice. Its weird, like I'm talking to myself." I smiled, still using his voice.

"You are talking to yourself Leo. I am just a figment of your imagination."

"I sure have a very sarcastic imagination."

"I am the Hobbes to your Calvin, Leo."

"I feel like you're more the devil to my angel."

"I, dear sir, am the perfect little angel. Just ask Sir Bushy Brows." I said, switching back to my own voice, "I have only broken fifteen things since I started living here. And five of them were accidents, and I regretted three."

"You keep count?" He asked. I nodded.

"Yeah, I keep a scorecard and everything. So far I have ninety points." I stated proudly, "At the orphanage I had five hundred 'n nineteen. I am very proud of that record."

"Lets not brake it here, alright Elizabeth?" Artie said, standing in the doorway.
I shrugged, "No promises. I am very good at being bad. Its a skill I have refined to the point that I don't need to think about it before I do it, it just happens."

"Of all the skills you could have developed."

"I know. Its great. Being bad and voice mimicking. They go so well together. I'm also great at skateboarding, doodling, and pencil flinging." Leo laughed.

"Is there anything you aren't good at Liz?" He asked.

"Math."