~*~
"But we promised if we got into another fight we would never stop talking to each other." Miranda states, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"We aren't fighting Miranda." Lizzie replies, "we are just deciding to go our own ways. Doing the mature thing, and doing what makes sense."
"It doesn't make sense! We've been friends out entire lives!" Miranda cries jumping to her feet and pacing her room.
"Miranda, it does make sense." Gordo adds, "we just don't have all that much in common anymore. We are all interested in different things..."
"We've always been interested in different things." Miranda interrupts starring out her window, her back turned toward her friends.
Lizzie brushes away the tears trickling down her own cheeks, "that's true, but this is different. We don't ever see each other anymore, none of us has the time to just hang out at the Digital Bean, or the mall or whatever. It's not anybody's fault, but we're in high school now, things change."
"Lizzie's right." Gordo responds, his face, too, looks sad. "But if we go our separate ways, now, before we do start fighting then maybe we stand the chance of still being able to do things every once in awhile. To be friends."
"Fine, whatever." Miranda waves Gordo and Lizzie off, never taking her eyes off of whatever is outside the window.
~*~
18-year-old Elizabeth 'Beth" McGuire sits up in bed her, awoken by her own tears. Sitting completely upright Beth pulls her knees to her chest, she wraps her arms around her knees and rest her cheek on them, staring out the window. The sky past her curtains is the color that decorates the sky between midnight and dawn, between unconscious and conscious. A part of Beth wants to believe the news that she had received yesterday was part of that unconscious, but she knows that it's not, and that it's a reality she has to face in several hours.
~*~
"Lizzie are you OK?" Jo McGuire asks as her daughter slips quietly passed her in the kitchen and toward the stairs.
When Jo's freshman daughter turns her face toward her Jo is stopped by the expression on her face. "I'll be fine." Lizzie promises.
"What happened? Did you and Miranda and Gordo get into a fight?" Jo asks cautiously.
"Nope," Lizzie shakes her head almost zombie like, "no fight."
"Then what's wrong?" Jo asks moving closer to her daughter.
"Gordo, Miranda and I kind of decided that it's better if we go separate ways. I have drama and Jason, Gordo has all his clubs and school, and Miranda has her music." Lizzie states, her voice unemotional.
"Lizzie-" Jo starts.
"I'm going to go out with Jason tonight, is that all right?" Lizzie asks.
"Lizzie-"
"Please, mom."
"If that;s what you want Lizzie." Jo responds with a sigh.
"That's what I want."
~*~
Beth jolts awake to the sound of her alarm going off, 6, she'd fallen asleep for another hour. Stretching from her uncomfortable position she leans over her bed to shut the annoying beeping off.
Rubbing her eyes Beth grabs her towel and clothes and makes her way the bathroom to shower and dress quickly. When she emerges in the kitchen 15 minutes later both Jo and Sam are all ready awake drinking cups of coffee and reading the newspaper. But both turn their attention away from the paper to give their daughter sympathetic looks.
"Hi Sweetie, how did you sleep?" Jo asks getting up and pouring Beth a glance of orange juice.
"Fine." Beth lies taking the glass from her mother.
"Are you going to go to the hospital today?" Sam asks cautiously.
Beth bites her lip and then replies, "I don't know, I have to be at play practice in an hour."
"Beth-" Jo begins but thinking better of it shuts her mouth. "Do you want me to take you to practice?"
Beth shakes her head, "I can drive thanks."
"Elizabeth McGuire you are late!" Beth cringes as her director begins her tirade. Sophie Carem could be the nicest person outside of the play, but when it came to making sure a production got off without a hitch she could be brutal.
"I know Sophie, I'm sorry I jut couldn't get going this morning." Beth apologizes.
"Beth, I'm serious I can't have a lead who can't make it to practices on time. I will pull you and put in your swing." Sophie states.
Beth nods, "I understand. I won't be late again, I swear."
"Good." Sophie nods, "get dressed."
"Are you OK?" Bruni Charnell asks as soon as Beth walks backstage.
Lizzie runs a hand across her eyes, "of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?"
"As your best friend I have every right to tell you this, you look like shit." Bruni responds.
Beth sighs, "I didn't sleep that well last night."
"Is it about that girl you used to go to middle school with who tried to kill herself?" Bruni questions.
Beth turns quickly to face Bruni, "how do you know about Miranda?"
Bruni shrugs, "I overheard Veruca and someone else talking about it."
Beth swallows hard, "I don't want to talk about it."
Bruni shrugs, "OK."
"But we promised if we got into another fight we would never stop talking to each other." Miranda states, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"We aren't fighting Miranda." Lizzie replies, "we are just deciding to go our own ways. Doing the mature thing, and doing what makes sense."
"It doesn't make sense! We've been friends out entire lives!" Miranda cries jumping to her feet and pacing her room.
"Miranda, it does make sense." Gordo adds, "we just don't have all that much in common anymore. We are all interested in different things..."
"We've always been interested in different things." Miranda interrupts starring out her window, her back turned toward her friends.
Lizzie brushes away the tears trickling down her own cheeks, "that's true, but this is different. We don't ever see each other anymore, none of us has the time to just hang out at the Digital Bean, or the mall or whatever. It's not anybody's fault, but we're in high school now, things change."
"Lizzie's right." Gordo responds, his face, too, looks sad. "But if we go our separate ways, now, before we do start fighting then maybe we stand the chance of still being able to do things every once in awhile. To be friends."
"Fine, whatever." Miranda waves Gordo and Lizzie off, never taking her eyes off of whatever is outside the window.
~*~
18-year-old Elizabeth 'Beth" McGuire sits up in bed her, awoken by her own tears. Sitting completely upright Beth pulls her knees to her chest, she wraps her arms around her knees and rest her cheek on them, staring out the window. The sky past her curtains is the color that decorates the sky between midnight and dawn, between unconscious and conscious. A part of Beth wants to believe the news that she had received yesterday was part of that unconscious, but she knows that it's not, and that it's a reality she has to face in several hours.
~*~
"Lizzie are you OK?" Jo McGuire asks as her daughter slips quietly passed her in the kitchen and toward the stairs.
When Jo's freshman daughter turns her face toward her Jo is stopped by the expression on her face. "I'll be fine." Lizzie promises.
"What happened? Did you and Miranda and Gordo get into a fight?" Jo asks cautiously.
"Nope," Lizzie shakes her head almost zombie like, "no fight."
"Then what's wrong?" Jo asks moving closer to her daughter.
"Gordo, Miranda and I kind of decided that it's better if we go separate ways. I have drama and Jason, Gordo has all his clubs and school, and Miranda has her music." Lizzie states, her voice unemotional.
"Lizzie-" Jo starts.
"I'm going to go out with Jason tonight, is that all right?" Lizzie asks.
"Lizzie-"
"Please, mom."
"If that;s what you want Lizzie." Jo responds with a sigh.
"That's what I want."
~*~
Beth jolts awake to the sound of her alarm going off, 6, she'd fallen asleep for another hour. Stretching from her uncomfortable position she leans over her bed to shut the annoying beeping off.
Rubbing her eyes Beth grabs her towel and clothes and makes her way the bathroom to shower and dress quickly. When she emerges in the kitchen 15 minutes later both Jo and Sam are all ready awake drinking cups of coffee and reading the newspaper. But both turn their attention away from the paper to give their daughter sympathetic looks.
"Hi Sweetie, how did you sleep?" Jo asks getting up and pouring Beth a glance of orange juice.
"Fine." Beth lies taking the glass from her mother.
"Are you going to go to the hospital today?" Sam asks cautiously.
Beth bites her lip and then replies, "I don't know, I have to be at play practice in an hour."
"Beth-" Jo begins but thinking better of it shuts her mouth. "Do you want me to take you to practice?"
Beth shakes her head, "I can drive thanks."
"Elizabeth McGuire you are late!" Beth cringes as her director begins her tirade. Sophie Carem could be the nicest person outside of the play, but when it came to making sure a production got off without a hitch she could be brutal.
"I know Sophie, I'm sorry I jut couldn't get going this morning." Beth apologizes.
"Beth, I'm serious I can't have a lead who can't make it to practices on time. I will pull you and put in your swing." Sophie states.
Beth nods, "I understand. I won't be late again, I swear."
"Good." Sophie nods, "get dressed."
"Are you OK?" Bruni Charnell asks as soon as Beth walks backstage.
Lizzie runs a hand across her eyes, "of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?"
"As your best friend I have every right to tell you this, you look like shit." Bruni responds.
Beth sighs, "I didn't sleep that well last night."
"Is it about that girl you used to go to middle school with who tried to kill herself?" Bruni questions.
Beth turns quickly to face Bruni, "how do you know about Miranda?"
Bruni shrugs, "I overheard Veruca and someone else talking about it."
Beth swallows hard, "I don't want to talk about it."
Bruni shrugs, "OK."