A/N: Getting this up before ep. 72 rolls around on Thursday. It probably won't pan out exactly like this, but here's my take.
Good Riddance
"Heyy, Peach, I wondered where you'd got to." George opened Lizzie's bedroom door, and the sound of pulsing music from downstairs became distinctly less muffled. He held a plastic cup in his hand, and his speech slurred slightly. Lizzie was put in mind of any one of the drunk swimmers to whom she'd once compared George so favorably. She dearly hoped that the contents of that plastic cup would not end up on her blouse.
Without asking, George seated himself comfortably beside her in front of the camera, not seeming to notice the daggers shooting from Lizzie's eyes as he did so. "Hey there, internet," he winked, "did ya miss me?"
Lizzie had no words.
"So, hey, I haven't heard from you at all since I got back in town… You're not still mad about me leaving, are you? 'Cause I really couldn't help it, you know, opportunity knocks and everything. Otherwise, how could I ever leave someone as beautiful as you?" He leaned in, obviously going for the sort of teasing almost-kiss they'd shared more than once on previous episodes. But even if she didn't have other reasons, the reek of alcohol on his breath alone would be enough for her not to play this game again.
She leaned back and gave a nervous laugh. "Oh, I'm definitely not mad about that."
"Then what is it, Peach? You're starting to weird me out."
Lizzie ignored the question. "So I saw Darcy again. Met his friend Fitz, too."
George looked distinctly unsettled. Lizzie watched his reaction out of the corner of her eye, trying not to let on that she's noticing anything. But the camera caught a bit of a smirk on her face.
He recovered. "Oh, yeah, Fitz is a pretty cool dude. Lots of fun to be around, unlike some people we know, am I right?"
Lizzie smiled. "It was really great getting to know him. I like him a lot."
"You… know he's not so much into the ladies, right?"
"Subtle, George."
"Just looking out for you. It's what I do." He placed a solemn hand over his heart. Lizzie took a moment to roll her eyes at the camera. "But seriously, though," he continued, "I will never understand how Darcy ended up friends with a cool guy like Fitz."
"Oh, I don't know…" Lizzie said, shooting a nervous glance at the camera, "Darcy's not so bad once you get to know him."
George looked yet more uncomfortable, but he still tried to laugh it off. "Really? Has he actually learned how to be nice to people? Developed some social skills? Because somehow I doubt that he's actually changed as a person."
There was a note of triumph in Lizzie's smile. "No, I don't think he's changed at all," she said. "I just got to know him better, and I think I understand some things that I was… misinformed of before."
She gave George a significant glare that had such force behind it that he stumbled backward out of his seat. "Well, I'm just gonna…"
"Yeeeah, maybe you should get back to the party."
She had barely finished speaking before George was out of the room, the door shut resoundingly behind him.
"…and good riddance."
