AN:hey, I stopped with the title and all, it was annoying me. Maybe I'll start
writing longer chaps. Maybe not. I'll try though! I should have had a disclaimer from the
start, but I don't own any of the BP characters we know and love. But a few are coming later,
and those are mine. you'll know who they are. K, here we go.
Louisa sat quietly in her little apartment, staring at the TV without watching. She had just come from Milton's funeral. Such a short life...it seemed unreal. Lisa hadn't attended. She had been placed in Brookside Home For The Mentally Disabled. The girl had never gotten over the sight of him on the floor. She held a note when the police came to investigate. When it was finally pried out of her hands, everyone knew the truth about Lisa and Milton. Louisa had cried. She thought she hated Milton. She'd been so sure. He dumped her for a student! But as much as she hated him, she loved him twice as much. They had been friends, and he was gone.
She stared at the glowing screen. It was some shopping channel, something stupid. If Louisa had been paying attention she would have laughed at the stupid things these overenthusiastic women tried to sell her. But she wasn't watching. She was staring, but seeing a different picture. A memory of a man named Robert. He'd been her first love, during college. He was so sweet, and they had gone out for three years. But he'd moved to New York City when he graduated, when Louisa was a junior. They promised they'd call each other...but they never spoke again. Robert and Louisa had spent an entire summer on the beach together at his aunt's house in California. She let Rob borrow it while she was in France. His family traveled a lot.
Louisa thought of how upset she was at Rob's graduation. He looked at her and told her he loved her, and that she had to come out to NY to visit him. She never took him up on his offer. She realized that he might not even be alive now. He might have died, just like Milton had suddenly been dead one morning. What if that happened to Robert before she could go find him?
Louisa picked up the phone and dialed. "Hello, may I please have the number for Robert Martin in Manhattan, NY? Two listings? OK, can I have the numbers please? thank you. OK. Thanks. Bye." Louisa stared at the scribbles on a piece of paper she had grabbed. One of these numbers she had scribbled down would change her life. Maybe. She dialed the first one. "Hello, is Robert there? Yes, this is Louisa. From college? No, I don't go to NYU. Must be a wrong number. Ok, thanks anyway. Bye."
Not her Robert. That had been a kid, a college student. She dialed the second number, her hands shaking. "Hello, is Robert there? Rob, it's Louisa from college. Yes! How are you? Fine...listen, I was wondering, it's been a while. Can I come out and see you this summer? I miss you too, Rob. Ok, I have to go to work. Talk to you later, OK? Great. Love you too. bye!" She hung up, smiling, and sank down into her couch.
"what the hell am I watching?" She asked herself out loud, flipping the channel to fox. She flipped channels and found nothing, then realized it was time to go to work. Even the craziness of Winslow High couldn't disturb her good mood. She smiled again and got into her car, humming a song and tapping her fingers on the steering wheel, counting the minutes until she spoke to Rob again.
Louisa sat quietly in her little apartment, staring at the TV without watching. She had just come from Milton's funeral. Such a short life...it seemed unreal. Lisa hadn't attended. She had been placed in Brookside Home For The Mentally Disabled. The girl had never gotten over the sight of him on the floor. She held a note when the police came to investigate. When it was finally pried out of her hands, everyone knew the truth about Lisa and Milton. Louisa had cried. She thought she hated Milton. She'd been so sure. He dumped her for a student! But as much as she hated him, she loved him twice as much. They had been friends, and he was gone.
She stared at the glowing screen. It was some shopping channel, something stupid. If Louisa had been paying attention she would have laughed at the stupid things these overenthusiastic women tried to sell her. But she wasn't watching. She was staring, but seeing a different picture. A memory of a man named Robert. He'd been her first love, during college. He was so sweet, and they had gone out for three years. But he'd moved to New York City when he graduated, when Louisa was a junior. They promised they'd call each other...but they never spoke again. Robert and Louisa had spent an entire summer on the beach together at his aunt's house in California. She let Rob borrow it while she was in France. His family traveled a lot.
Louisa thought of how upset she was at Rob's graduation. He looked at her and told her he loved her, and that she had to come out to NY to visit him. She never took him up on his offer. She realized that he might not even be alive now. He might have died, just like Milton had suddenly been dead one morning. What if that happened to Robert before she could go find him?
Louisa picked up the phone and dialed. "Hello, may I please have the number for Robert Martin in Manhattan, NY? Two listings? OK, can I have the numbers please? thank you. OK. Thanks. Bye." Louisa stared at the scribbles on a piece of paper she had grabbed. One of these numbers she had scribbled down would change her life. Maybe. She dialed the first one. "Hello, is Robert there? Yes, this is Louisa. From college? No, I don't go to NYU. Must be a wrong number. Ok, thanks anyway. Bye."
Not her Robert. That had been a kid, a college student. She dialed the second number, her hands shaking. "Hello, is Robert there? Rob, it's Louisa from college. Yes! How are you? Fine...listen, I was wondering, it's been a while. Can I come out and see you this summer? I miss you too, Rob. Ok, I have to go to work. Talk to you later, OK? Great. Love you too. bye!" She hung up, smiling, and sank down into her couch.
"what the hell am I watching?" She asked herself out loud, flipping the channel to fox. She flipped channels and found nothing, then realized it was time to go to work. Even the craziness of Winslow High couldn't disturb her good mood. She smiled again and got into her car, humming a song and tapping her fingers on the steering wheel, counting the minutes until she spoke to Rob again.