Beautiful Fool
Pamela- chapter 4
Thank you to everyone that read and reviewed the last chapter! I decided to go with the time traveling plot for this story. Sorry to anyone that this disappoints. I will write another Pamela story using the cannon plot (Pamela/OC) after I finish this story. So for this story Pamela will eventually time travel to the 1920's and meet Gatsby. If you have any scenes or characters you want to see later in the story feel free to tell me. My updates will be irregular due to work and school (I have straight A's right now and refuse to lose them this close to the semester end). I will work hard to make sure I do not go to long without updating. Enjoy the Chapter!
I woke up to knocking at my door. I didn't want to deal with my parents so I rolled over.
"Miss, there's a phone call for you," I recognized the voice of a maid behind the door.
"Who is it," I mumbled into my pillow.
"It's a Nick Carraway, miss,"
"Coming," I leapt out of bed. Cousin Nick had always seemed so splendid knew I would enjoy a conversation with him.
"Hello Mr. Carraway," I answered the phone.
"Pamela you can call me Nick," he chuckled.
"Alright, but if I call you Nick you must call me Elizabeth, all my friends do," I responded.
"Elizabeth, I was hoping to invite you out for lunch," he said.
"Sounds great! Where should we meet?" I asked.
"I'll pick you up around noon," he told me.
"Alright. I'll see you soon,"
After the phone call I went back to my room to get ready. I had still been wearing my night clothes.
"What to wear," I wondered. My mother would wear a really nice dress, but I am not my mother. I put on a pair of brown pants, a blouse and some boots.
I hid a small hand gun in my boot in case of an emergency. Something could easily happen while nick and I were out today. Mother would throw a fit if she knew I carried something so unladylike. I usually carried a weapon of some kind due to the fact it wasn't safe for a woman to go out alone like I often do. A few of my friends had gotten hurt by going out alone and defenseless. I refused to be a victim if I could prevent it.
I told a maid to inform my parents I was leaving and went outside to wait for Nick. I was excited to see him. Nick wasn't like my parents he cared for people and didn't mess with being fake and proper.
I heard a car coming and walked down the steps. Nick drove up and flashed me a smile.
"Hello Elizabeth," he said as one of the help opened the door for me.
"It's nice to see you again Nick," I told him as I entered the car.
"You look lovely today," he told me.
"My parents will have a fit when they see what I'm wearing,"
"You're not your parents. I've done plenty that my family didn't approve of, especially when I was your age," he kept his eyes locked on the road.
"You're not like the rest of the family. You're like me even if I'm not fully sure what that is yet," I expressed my thoughts to him.
"No, you have something much more than the rest of them," he said.
The rest of the drive was in silence. I pondered nick's words as we drove. What did Nick think I have that the others don't? The way he said it lead me to believe it was more than my rebellious attitude that he was referring to.
The restaurant was nice yet simple. It was a place that my mother wouldn't go just because it wasn't up to her standards. I thought it was perfect for a casual lunch.
"Nick, I don't want to offend you but I was wondering something," I paused to give him time to tell me to drop the subject if he wanted.
"Yes?" He nodded his head.
"What happened between you and my parents?" I asked.
"That's a bit difficult to answer. A very brief summary would be that they wronged Jay Gatsby. Jay Gatsby was the best man I ever met," he sighed.
"My mother mentioned a Jay the other day. She said that I would've been good for him," I said.
"You would've been much better for him than your mother. You are everything he needed while your mother was what he thought he wanted."
"They were lovers," I wasn't sure if I was asking or saying.
He nodded.
"And she broke him," I frowned.
He nodded again with tears starting to fill his eyes.
"Has your mother told you her news yet?" He changed the topic.
"She's dying," I said flatly.
"It must be difficult for you. I was much older when I lost my parents," he said.
"After mother dies father wants to leave with his mistress so he's trying to get me married so I'm someone else's problem," I huffed in an unladylike way.
"I wish I could say that comes as a surprise," he gave me a sad look.
"I'm not going to marry for him. He's thought that I'm a disgrace for a long time anyway. This will just finally give him enough reason to kick me out," I shrugged.
"You're welcome to stay with me if you need," he gave a small smile.
"I couldn't impose," I shook my head.
"If you find yourself with no place to go, come to me," he looked me in the eyes and gave me a serious look that told me he meant it.
"Thank you," I told him.
For the rest of the meal we talked about our books and writing. Nick was an intriguing man with an outlook that differed from most. I found conversation easy with him. He was supportive, caring, honest, and an all around good person. He was the type of man I wish my father was for me.
We made light and cheerful conversation on the car ride home.
Nick walked me up to the door and I hugged him.
"Thank you for taking me out Nick," I smiled.
"The pleasure was mine Elizabeth," he smiled back.
I checked the clock as I entered and frowned. I had been gone all day it was nearly five. I had a good time with Nick so it was time well spent.
As I neared the sitting room the saw the help gathered around the door gossiping. They quickly parted to let me into the room. What I saw shocked me.
The room was destroyed! Objects had been thrown about and the pearls of one of my mother's necklaces were scattered about. What shocked me most was the state my mother was in. My mother was on the couch crying, her makeup was smeared all over her face, and she was drinking straight from a bottle of alcohol.
"Mother what happened?" I ran to her and took the bottle from her.
"He's dead!" She sobbed into my neck.
"Who's dead," I didn't understand what was going on at the time.
"Your father!" She screeched. I held her until she cried herself to sleep.
I have a feeling that none of you are greatly upset by Tom's death.
