Head pressed against the mattress of his bed, she'd let her gaze follow him until he sat down next to her and then shifted to stare at the ceiling as she waited for his answer. Knees were bent up, thighs against flat stomach as she shifted in her positioning so she could look at him as he ran down the list. Green hues met his as he started, her facial expression morphing with each line. The first had made her smile. The next two left her looking shocked and surprised. The fourth she had to fight back a bit of a laugh at how strange it must've been to have old parents. The fifth... the fifth made her eyebrows wrinkle and lessened the width of her smile. She somewhat missed the sixth, still stuck on the one before. The seventh was met with a knowing look, she'd understood all too well just how easy that jump was. And the last had left her entirely dumbfounded.
Glancing down, she immediately forced her gaze back to his face, afraid to allow her eyes to wander. Smirk soon re-emerged as she decided to not take him too seriously. "First of all that was eight... not five." Leave it to Dizzy to be a smart ass when others would've shied away or taken things wrongly. "We're making s'mores before the summer..." her voice trailed, unsure of how to address much else. Single eyebrow arched at as she tried to fight the grin as she made her suggestion, "Well I'm glad I could be of some assistance... want me to go so you can take care of that?" Sure it'd be a party kill to have to go so early, but she understood. Nothing killed a sex drive more than depression, she knew best. Pushing herself up from the floor, Dizzy started to rise up to her feet.
She hadn't come here to win him back or try to get into his pants. Dizzy hated that just as she'd reached a point where she could be okay with being in the same room with him he had to drag her back. Despite wanting to stay, it was smarter to leave. Her ego couldn't take another beating right now. His several rejections throughout their history together had been more than enough for her to get the hint. The more she thought about it, she wanted to challenge him on what he'd said. Why would he want to kiss her when his heart belonged to Peyton? What an asshole.