What can I say for my almost 2 month leave... Sorry? No, that isn't enough. I am utterly and completely horrified at my absence! I've had so much to do! Drivers Ed, Work (getting job soon), School, Men (okay teenage boys...), awful english essays that I shoulf be typing, a new puppy, my lovely fish, counting down until I get to go to the Nickleback Concert, Disney Princess movies and Pride and Prejudice. Yup, that's been my life the past almost two months. I am so so so so sorry! I feel so bad! I will try to update more, but it all depends on my Pre-Calc teacher and my AP United States History teacher. I really need to go back to my essay and then my Gilded Age homework (and we think that today's politicans are deceitful, pshh they're nothing compared to the presidents of the Gilded Age!)
Bountiful butterflies
Superbly fluttering,
Wings passionately painted
Within me they're stirring.
Such an elating BUZZ!
Oh Honey! What can it BEE!
Something with a sweet sting,
Has flown unto ME!
- Written and owned by Mia Middonte –
Previously:
Yeah," Darcy said as he followed her out of the room.
Elizabeth and Darcy made their way out of the hospital and into Darcy's car without encountering any of Elizabeth's family members. They had snuck around the building until they got to the side exit, where they made their great escape. Darcy and Elizabeth made no conversation the entire way out of the hospital; it was if they both were too embarrassed to say anything to one another.
The engine roared to life after Darcy started the car. Elizabeth took control of the heaters in the vehicle. She put the heater on high and made it full blast on her feet. "Ah," Elizabeth breathed, snuggling into her coat and taking in the warmth that was spreading through her. "Music," she muttered to herself. She reached over to the radio, turned it on, and went to some old country radio. She smiled to herself, Darcy must hate country, she logically thought. Everything that Darcy did pointed that he would dislike country.
Much to Elizabeth's surprise Darcy started to sing along with all of the words. Darcy must have seen the look that was upon her face because he said, "Shocked?" Elizabeth made no response, only closed her mouth that had been hanging wide open.
"Not shocked, just, well, yeah shocked," Elizabeth stumbled. "So you must have gone to the hospital a lot as a child?"
"That's not a conversation I will have with you," Darcy replied. He focused on the road not wanting to see the look upon Elizabeth's face.
"'Not the conversation that you want to have with me?' You must be joking, right?" Elizabeth scoffed," So you were crying in front of your Mother's statue for nothing were you? Why are you keeping this from me? You kissed me, even if you are seemingly of the opinion that I am barely tolerable!"
"I wasn't crying," Darcy said, his grip tightening on the wheel.
"It's not like it's a big deal it's just crying! I just want an answer!" Elizabeth yelled. It would seem that every time that Elizabeth got around Darcy her rationality went overboard and left.
"What do you want a damn answer to? I sure as hell am not explaining my childhood to a person like you," Darcy yelled back. He was losing an internal battle with himself. He didn't want to explain anything to her, Darcy reasoned in his brain. However the heart was a different matter entirely with Darcy, for it wanted to tell Elizabeth everything and spare no detail.
"A person like me? What the hell is that suppose to mean?" Elizabeth argued.
"It means that I'm not telling you. Why do you want to know?" Darcy countered.
"Because I deserve an answer."
"Oh, now do you really? Why do you deserve an answer?" Darcy asked, his voice still raised.
"Maybe because you kissed me!" Elizabeth seethed. Darcy made no attempt to answer her, only pressed his lips together. They stayed silent for a while. The tension in the air was rising with every breath that they drew. "It was my first kiss," Elizabeth whispered.
"Oh," Darcy replied. "Sorry?"
"You should be. I was waiting for the right guy to give my first kiss to! And you went up and kissed me without any thought of the consequences!" Elizabeth yelled. Her hands were in fist, she was beyond aggravated by the behavior of Darcy. She couldn't believe that she had actually enjoyed the kiss! She knew that she sounded like Kitty or Lydia, and she hated herself for being so straightforward and desperate, but she just couldn't help it.
"Well it's sad that you're almost sixteen and haven't had a kiss. Who are you waiting for? A prince isn't just going to appear out of thin air and kiss you. A kiss isn't that big of a thing," Darcy tried to reason; however it came out sounding more condescending that what he had wanted.
"A kiss is a huge thing! It's physical contact between two people in a fairly intimate part of the body!" Elizabeth fired back.
"You're making it sound like I had sex with you or something! 'Intimate part of the body?' Its lips! You kiss your parents and probably your sisters too! Sure it's probably on the cheek, but it's still kissing!" Darcy defended. He wasn't about to back away and let her win. No, he was right. She was over reacting about a stupid kiss. Sure it was the best kiss in his life, but it was nothing. He was sure that it was nothing.
"You are the last guy I could be prevailed upon to have sex with!" said Lizzie, horrified, "And kissing is a big deal! It seems to me now that it was a mistake kissing you!"
Darcy opened his mouth to say something, but closed it because it wasn't going to make anything better. The idea that Elizabeth now regretted his best kiss in his life was saddening. It was heart breaking to him. Darcy pulled his lips into a straight line and focused on the road. 'Why in the world are you being so wimpy and emotional?' Darcy scolded himself. 'Just drive and breathe. Drive and breathe.'
Elizabeth sat in her seat looking out of the window at the houses passing by. They were close to the neighborhood that she lived in. "Slow down," Elizabeth commanded.
"Huh?" Darcy asked, taking his foot off of the gas pedal.
"Slow down," repeated Elizabeth. After a few moments she rethought her command and restated it, "Actually stop." Darcy stopped the car. Elizabeth unlocked her door, unbuckled her seat belt and got out of the car.
Darcy rolled down the window on the passenger side and yelled out, "What the hell do you think that you are doing?"
Elizabeth paid no attention to him. She took off down the sidewalk. She didn't know exactly where she was but it was better than being next to the insufferable Darcy. The housing addition that she was in looked a lot like the one that she lived in, Elizabeth thought that it was the one that was only a mile or two away from hers but she didn't know for sure. She walked about a block before she realized that Darcy was just following her in his car. "Get the hell away from me!" Elizabeth yelled at him.
"Not happening. I'm not going to be the reason why you're dead, because that's just going to hurt my chances of getting into Northwestern University," Darcy replied from inside his car. "Now why don't you just get back into the car and we'll both be good?"
"I'm not listening!" Elizabeth sang. She picked up her pace and rushed down the street and took a left turn at the corner. Darcy followed closely behind. Elizabeth watched the headlights turn the corner and fall on her. She let out an aggravated sigh, frustrated by the persistency of Darcy.
With a quick decision made Elizabeth made another left turn into the yard of a nice two story house. She ignored the fact that she was intruding on someone's property because it got her away from Darcy. She heard the engine of Darcy's car go off. Elizabeth panicked and took off running through random yards.
"Where am I now?" Elizabeth asked herself aloud. There were smaller houses than the rest of housing addition had, they looked much older and a bit ran down as well. It didn't matter if she were in the ghettos of Chicago; she didn't know which way to go.
She went to the sidewalk and tried to retrace the direction that she had come from. It was getting chilly out there, and her feet were like ice since she had been running through the snow. Oh, what she would do to see Darcy again. The cold seemed to rationalize her mind and make her think clearly again.
"Lost?" a masculine voice called from inside a car that was parked on the side of the road. It was rusted at the bottom and the back window had been broken somehow and replaced by a trash bag. Elizabeth pointed her finger at herself as a question. "Ha, yeah I mean you gorgeous."
Elizabeth blushed at the statement. "Yes, I seemed to wander away from my ride home," she replied trying not to give away too much information about herself. There was stranger danger out there.
"Maybe I can be of assistance," the man spoke. He started to get out of his vehicle. The man was wearing a want to be leather jacket, skinny jeans and a pair of ripped up converse. His light brown hair was longer and pulled back into a pony tail. "Name's Wickham, George Wickham."
"That's nice," Elizabeth responded, ignoring his hand that was extended as means for a handshake.
"What can I do for you babe?" the man named Wickham asked. He leaned back against his car and lit a cigarette.
"I just need to find my friend," Elizabeth said cautiously. "He was actually just back there." He seemed nice but something came off that was dangerous.
"Maybe I can help you find him."
"That'd be very nice," Elizabeth said. They took off back on the sidewalk. "So, do you live in this neighborhood?"
"Yes I do," Wickham answered. "I live right down the street from here, it's not the nicest but it's good enough."
"Oh," said Elizabeth. "I live not far from here, I think. Do you visit the library often?"
Wickham scratched the back of his head awkwardly; Elizabeth realized what an uncomfortable question that was. "Uh, only when need be do I visit there."
"Sorry, that wasn't a good question."
"That's fine. I never did get your name. What is it?" Wickham asked.
"It's Elizabeth," Elizabeth responded quietly.
"It's beautiful, like you. So, Elizabeth do you often come around to this part of town?" Wickham asked. The snow started to fall again.
"Sometimes," Elizabeth saw the headlights of a car up the road. She squinted her eyes to see if it was Darcy's car.
"Whatcha lookin' at?" Wickham inquired, putting his hand over his eye to search for the thing that captured Elizabeth's attention.
The car got closer; it looked to be Darcy's car. Elizabeth walked over to the curb of the street to get a better view. The car sped up a bit then came to a complete stop in front of Elizabeth. It was for sure Darcy's car. "This is my ride," Elizabeth called at Wickham while walking around to the passenger's side of the car.
Darcy rolled down the window to the car and saw Wickham on the sidewalk where Elizabeth had just been. He unlocked the door of Elizabeth's door, and quickly ushered her in. Darcy gave Wickham a threatening look before starting to roll up his window. The last sight of Wickham that Darcy saw was Wickham with a stupid grin on his face, waving at the car as it drove into the distance.
Darcy pressed on the gas, trying to get Elizabeth as far away from that scum bag as possible. He looked over at her. Elizabeth's hands were folded in her lap and her eyes were intently staring at them. He took one of his hands off of the wheel and titled her head up to look at him, "Please don't talk to him again."
Elizabeth gave him a questioning look but said nothing in return. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said those things; however, you really shouldn't have run out on me like that. There's a lot of snow out there, you could have caught frost bite," Darcy said worriedly.
"You can't catch frost bite," Elizabeth smart fully remarked.
Yes, not that long but that's all I have in me. It took me this entire time to write this! Sad, I know:( Well, leave you comments if you think that I've done good or bad or just want to say 'Goldfsh: the snack that really smiles back' I'll be good with anything. I've been writing bits of a new story in my notebook as well, so when this is over I'll have a new one up right afterwards. Ok, I really need to go do my essay! Want to be able to go to sleep and get at least a few hours of sleep!
~write-to-be-me
