Elizabeth tried to remember the last time she ever felt like this, like she was floating. Her eyebrows creased, her mind searching for one moment, just one single second when she'd felt like this. She couldn't. Not even with her last boyfriend did she feel like this.
She scoffed as Brad's face fluttered into view. His cinnamon colored hair, his eyes like rich hot cocoa. The only flaw on his face were his too thin lips, but Elizabeth didn't care. For awhile he was good to her, everything little girls dream of. But then she started feeling secondary. Mutual friends would invite her along to parties only if Brad could come. Then she became known as "Brad's Girlfriend." Do you know Elizabeth? Oh yeah, Brad's girlfriend, right? That's right. Elizabeth could feel the love, if there ever was any, slipping away.
One day she found herself on the telephone, talking to a person she had once been close to. When the person on the other end couldn't remember who she was until Elizabeth said, "Brad's girlfriend," Elizabeth decided she'd had enough. Even her parents seem to show more interest in Brad than they did in her own daughter. So, Elizabeth took a pair of scissors and, standing before the bathroom mirror, cut off her mid-back length hair to just above her shoulders. When she still wasn't satisfied, she grabbed her purse and the car keys, and ran out of the house to the nearest tattoo/ piercing parlor. She was extremely tempted to get a tattoo, but decided against it and the pain. So she choose a belly button ring instead.
After that, she drove over to Brad's house, where she promptly ended their relationship. Elizabeth had to laugh in the car on the way home at Brad's lack of surprise. He probably has another dupe all lined up, she told herself.
When her parents returned home, they nearly had an aneurysm. The yelling and screaming began almost immediately, Jeff and Melaine telling Elizabeth that's she's just not the same girl she used to be. Elizabeth accusing them of loving Brad more than they loved her. Jeff and Melaine putting their foot down on, of all things, a belly button ring. Elizabeth declaring her independence from a loveless, respectless family. She stormed out of the house to her best friend's house, and stayed the night.
The next day, well after her parents had gone to work, Elizabeth called her Grams in Port Charles, explaining the situation. Grams had always lavished Elizabeth with love and attention, and Liz knew her Grams would be there to help her. So in just three short days, Elizabeth had all her belongings packed up in boxes, and headed off to Port Charles. She left a note behind for her parents, explaining to them where and why she was going, and that she had no intention of ever seeing them again.
Elizabeth closed her eyes against the memories, forcing Brad's face to disappear to the darkest recesses of her memory. He wasn't worth it, and Elizabeth certainly wasn't going to spend anymore time grieving for a relationship that was doomed from the beginning.
Elizabeth sat up just as her alarm started blaring. Her eyes stung from lack of sleep, and her mind kept torturing her, reminding her of Jason and the way he smelled. The way he looked. The way he said her name.
Beth.
She'd never liked that particular nickname, but with Jason, it didn't feel like a name. It felt like air.
Elizabeth could definitely see herself falling for a guy like Jason. And not just because of the bad boy image he liked to portray with his leather jacket, his heavy black boots, or his motorcycle. She couldn't put her finger on it, but there was something about Jason Morgan that made him completely different from anyone she'd ever met.
Oh yeah, Elizabeth Webber could definitely fall for Jason Morgan.
If only he wasn't her boss.