A/N: Usual note: Characters that are on the show or are famous are NOT MINE! Now, first off, I'm doing something I never thought I would do... write a sequel, or at least a continuation from my first work. Second, I'm only doing this for all of you that enjoyed my fanfic "Lizzie's Thunderbolt". I honestly don't think that this one can top that fanfic, and I don't intend this one too. I will, however, give as much into this fanfic as much as I have given to "Lizzie's Thunderbolt". Also, just like the first one, it's in progress so bare with me. And third, if I really get into this story and the feedback is good, I might do a third story called "Gordo's Thunderbolt"... maybe ;-)
Thank you to everyone that R&R "Lizzie's Thunderbolt". This story wouldn't exist without you. Please enjoy.
Prologue
September, Senior Year
He held her hand in desperation, refusing to let go, praying that this act alone would give him the hope he needed.
"Please! I love you... we can't end. We just can't."
She bit her lip and turned her head away, refusing from looking into his eyes and drowning back in. She had done it once before, she wasn't going to do it again. Not if it will all end like she knew it would.
He still held tight with every ounce of strenght he had in him. He wasn't going to let her go. Not like this... not ever. Pleading with his whole heart, his eyes tearing, "What did I do? Tell me! Whatever I did, if I made you unhappy in any way, if I caused you pain, if I made you cry... I'm soo sorry! I would never want to see you miserable on my account. You know that. Please, I beg you... I love you."
She clenched her teeth, fighting back tears. What killed her the most about all this is... she still loved him too. So much...
"I love you." He pleaded one last time, wanting her to understand how devestated he would be if he lost her love. "After everything we've been through, why do you want to throw it all away?"
Her eyes flashed with anger and tears and for the first time during this confrontation, she faced him, "I'm throwing it all away?! You're the one that's pushing me away! You're the one that's gonna leave me for her!"
He stared at her in amazement and utter confusion. "Pushing you away?! Leaving you for someone else?! I could never do that! You know that! You know how much I love you and only you!"
Before she could do anything, before she could react, just to show how much she meant to him, he kissed her. For a fleeting moment, she fell for it. She responded with as much love as he was giving her in that one kiss. For a moment it was like old times, when all he had to do was kiss her and she knew that he loved her. For a moment, she was at peace in knowing that his heart was truly hers.
For a moment.
"No..." She cried, "No!" She pulled away, tears streaming down her face. "Don't you ever do that to me again! Just please, leave me alone. I don't ever want to talk to you, to see you, again!"
He tried to grasp her hand one last time, but she shook it off as violently as her angered pride.
"It's over." She declared, forcing herself to be strong. "It's over..." With one lasting look that revealed just how much she wished it wasn't, she turned and walked away from him.
It's a fact that adults, namely parents, frowned on young love. They don't believe that they're children could fully understand the concept of "being in love" without all the Romeo & Juliet, Dawson's Creek angst, and starry moments that Hollywood glorifies it to be. To adults, to parents, young love wasn't worth dying for. Young love wasn't worth losing one's virginity over. Young love wasn't worth all the dramas of saying those three words, "I love you." Parents hope that their children would know that with love comes responsibilities, and if their teens weren't old enough to take regular teenager responsibilities (like chores and school work) seriously, what made them think they could take on something as strong as love? To those concerned parents, the only real love they want their children to experience is that of the love between parent and child. Love between family and close friends.
To most parents, young love isn't even real love at all...
But then again, those parents were once young themselves.