Please don't be to harsh on me, this is my first story. I hope that you like it :) I don't own any of the characters, except for Lizzie Taylor.
It was late when Bernice Waverly finally arrived back at her house. She sighed, she didn't like coming home to an empty house, it was to quiet and empty without Josh. A familiar ache opened in her heart. She had tried to bog herself down in work to avoid going back to that empty house. She meant to move…
She blinked as she walked up to her front step, the only light provided was from a streetlamp. There was someone on her front step.
"Hello?" she asked cautiously, reaching for the gun her bag, she cursed as she realised that she hadn't taken it to work that day.
Someone jumped up. "Hello?" It was a young girl Bernice realised.
"Look I'm really sorry to do this, but are you umm...Josh's Mum?"
Bernice frowned, she hadn't remembered seeing her at the funeral. The girl frowned as well. "Sorry, so rude of me, I'm Lizzie Taylor," she stuck out her hand in greeting. Bernice took it cautiously, "Hello, I'm Bernice Waverly."
"Oh yes," the girl, Lizzie, gushed, "Josh told me all about you."
"He did?" Bernice asked surprised, "You had better come in then." She told Lizzie, inviting her in. Lizzie took a seat at the table without being asked.
"Okay," she smiled nervously "I don't know how to say this, but I was Josh's girlfriend, I don't think he ever told you." Lizzie looked down, "I was wondering if he left anything for me?" Lizzie's voice was soft and Bernice had to strain to hear it.
"You are… were" she corrected herself with a gulp, "his boyfriend!" Lizzie nodded. Bernice studied her hard, she had long brown hair, fair blue eyes, full red lips which she licked nervously and a pale complexion. Nothing special. Bernice cleared her throat, "I haven't cleared out his room." She told Lizzie just as softly.
"Oh that's alright," she told Bernice, "I know where it will be." Bernice nodded,
"Go upstairs, first room on the right." She instructed, going to make herself a cup of tea. Lizzie left quickly.
Bernice had avoided his room since his death and had left it untouched. Lizzie had being up there a long time though, Bernice thought. She sipped the last of her tea and decided to go upstairs and see what was taking her so long. When she got up there she found Lizzie sobbing her heart out, while clutching something in her hand. She looked up as Bernice entered.
"He was going to tell you on Sunday," she choked out, "He was going to take me to dinner." She turned away, then showed her what she was clutching so hard, a bracelet with 'I love you' written on it. "He was going to give this to me." She whispered in pain. Bernice felt tears collect in her eyes and fall down her face, she walked over to where Lizzie was sobbing her heart out and held her in her arms. Giving as much comfort as she was receiving. Whispering words' of comfort until she stopped crying and started to apologised profusely.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me," Lizzie smiled weakly, "but do you mind if I keep these?" Lizzie asked, holding out a diary with photos of them together and the bracelet. Bernice nodded, not trusting herself to speak. As Lizzie went to walk out the door she hesitated and ripped out a picture and handed it to her. "He would have wanted you to have it." She smiled tightly and then left, closing the door behind her.
Bernice stared at the door for a long time; she then looked at the picture. It was of Lizzie and Josh together at the pool, he was holding her at the edge of the pool and grinning at the camera. Lizzie was staring into his face with a small smile on her face. She took the picture and framed it, placing it besides her bed. So that she would always remember that there were other people who mourned Josh as much as she did. It helped make her feel not so alone in this huge World.