so chapter 14 is here :D...y'know, this fic is almost double the length of the longest fic ive ever written for this site and its not even nearly finished yet lol :D...so as usual i hope you all enjoy this chapter, i know its short but i wanted to put kitty out of her misery-and stop fearing for my health :P hahah- since she thinks im gonna be killing off lizzie...im NOT! so you can quit worrying lol :P im just evil and like to torture you :D :P
to everyone else i hope youll like the chappie(despite my ramblings :P ) and will leave me a leeetle review to tell me what you thought...be it good or bad...anonymous reviews are also welcome :D...and thats about it...so enjoy, ignore me and go read :D:D:D
xoxox
Becca
For the next few hours I sat in the kitchen and we just talked: about nothing, and about everything. She told me about her latest C.D and about how she had recently seen Paolo working in a fast food joint, and I told her about Miranda's latest fashion disasters and about matt's new hamster. She asked about school and I droned on about my boring classes and my evil teachers and she laughed along at the "horror stories" I told her about the cafeteria food. She told me about how her assistant had died her hair blue and she laughed as she groaned about the latest creation Franka had tried to make her wear. I didn't care about the party winding down outside or that I was being rude to all my friends. For the first time in months I was truly happy: my laughter wasn't forced and rare, my smiles weren't brittle and when I nearly fell of my stool laughing as Isabella whined about a diva pop star she had had to work with and lapsed into rapid Italian as she got herself worked up over the story I realised why. Isabella made me happy. It was that simple. She made me happy and I had run away from her. Without her I couldn't be happy, I didn't want to be.
When we finally hung up almost a good three hours later I was still smiling from ear to ear; my heart to heart with Isabella had given me new hope: it was as though she had breathed life back into me just when I was ready to give up. Something had changed I knew that much. I felt so much calmer now that I had let everything out, like the giant black stone that had been lodged in my stomach all these months had finally cracked and was slowly crumbling away into tiny much less significant pieces. Isabella had brought me back to life and there was no way I was making the mistake of letting her go again. I remembered that morning on the plane; how I had cried to myself most of the flight and how I had practically vowed that I would keep in contact with her. Because it had seemed so impossible back then not to. I saw now what had been the consequences of not sticking to that vow, I had been right all those months ago: I couldn't survive without her. How was it I had forgotten that all this time?
With that one conversation I was happier than I had been since our last night together in Rome. I wasn't going to forget it again; I didn't ever want to feel as lonely as I had been ever again. Isabella never made me feel lonely, she made me feel loved and safe and secure and on fire all at once. She made me blush like a little girl with the simplest of looks and made me burn like I never had before with the lightest of touches. She made me smile the widest smile I ever had with only a few faltering words and made me want to scream with frustration at her stubborn temper. How could I ever even consider not having her in my life again now that I had the chance? I couldn't, it was impossible. I wanted her back.