Alice stared at Oz, bemusement in her eyes. She was obviously entertained by his shenanigans, but when had she become so obsessive over them? Every little movement he made made her heart beat faster and every little word he said she took to heart. Why was this? It wasn't exactly love. No, it needed to blossom more until she would consider it such. It could be lust, but she found herself feeling that it was more than just lust. In between. She would settle for that. Between wanting him and not wanting him in a way a husband wants his wife or the wife wants the husband.

'You guys are the greatest!' Oz had shouted gleefully. No, Alice thought.You're the greatest.

Smiles on his face Alice only dreamed that one day she would be stuck from inbetween and blossom into the miracle of love.