Disclaimer: Refer to my previous chapter.
Forward: I thought that fic I wrote yesterday was pretty good... But critics don't agree, I guess... Anyhow, suppose I'll just continue on with my pointless series here and see if I can cook up any othe rinteresting ideas for single-chapter stories. Gimme some reviews, will you?
Setting: Refer to my previous chapter. Heck, I won't put this thing in next chapter. Don't miss it.
So it was done. Instead of Lane dashing away and cry in remorse and sadness, Lizzie did. Lane could be seen trying to catch her attention to talk her over about things but she didn't stop for him.
Dreaming On, Chapter 7
Pure Love, Part 3
by Twin Signal
Why she cried and cried and cried afterwards she wasn't sure. She just laid on her bed, soaking the pillow. She no longer needed him, so she let him go. That's what she wanted to do. Yet some feeling lingered over her and it made her miss him. And relationship between her and Lane were never going to be the same. She shuddered at the thought, cursing herself for bringing unto herself the pain, and then cried and cried and cried some more. Just as she turned sideways, letting her tears tickle down sideways now, she heard the phone rang, but she let it ring several times before she cautiously took it. "Hello?" the voice said. She for a second didn't know who the voice belonged to.
"Hello, hello?" the voice continued.
"Hey Gordo..." she finally replied.
"Hey Lizzie. Just wanted to, uh, you alright?"
Sniffling, wheezing, and wiping her tears, she thought to lie and hide her situation, but what were friends for? "No." she said clearly.
"No eh. What's wrong. You and Lane have a fight or something?" Gordo was indeed keen at reading people. Or at least at reading trusted friends. The truth hurt, and not hearing any response from Lizzie, he quickly apologizes, "Sorry."
Why he had apologized to her suddenly became a mystery. "No, it's alright Gordo. I broke up with him. I uh," she fell to silence again before confessing, "I don't know."
"So what did he say about it?"
"I don't know... I kind of left running. Maybe I should've... Uh,"
"Yeah." Gordo was keen at reading trusted friends.
Acting on impulse was something Lizzie detested but did anyway. She thought she had learned not to, reflecting on the first and last impressions left by Vince. Yet still she acted on impulse - she kissed Lane because she thought he was perfect for her. She said yes to Lane's final question because she thought he was perfect for her. But now, she dumped Lane because she no longer thought he was perfect for her, and was about to think no more of it forever has it not been for her friend's quick recapping of the situation. Instead of heading straight to Lane's house, Lizzie takes a detour to the park to think some more.
It was windy and the waters were restless. Lizzie had always loved circling around the lake once before settling to her usual spot. She walked around once to get all her tangled thoughts out to be untangled. Why did she dump Lane, she wondered, aside from impulsive observation of things going slightly downhill? Nothing, she thought, if she stuck it out, Lane would've turned out to be better than any guy she would ever meet. She sighs. Perhaps she wasn't ready, as Lane had warned her? Perhaps he was right in trying to question that. To her surprise Lizzie found Lane sitting in her usual spot. He seemed to have recognized her before she noticed him and in fact he seemed to have been expecting her. "Hey." he said.
"Hey." she said. Before she could blurt out an excuse for dumping him, he apologized.
"Sorry." he said.
"Huh?"
"I wasn't ready to have a relationship. But I dragged you into it."
"Huh?"
"Sorry."
"No, Lane, it's me that's supposed to be sorry. I wasn't ready. I dragged you into it."
Lane shrugs, "Guess we were both not ready."
Lizzie shrugs, "I suppose so."
Unsure on what to say next, Lizzie stood still and watched the wavy waters. Wind had blown on them gently and carried their hair about. Lane, staring blankly into the water, looked attractive all over again to Lizzie.
"I was uh," Lane breaks the silence, "was gonna go over to your house to apologize. And to see if we could still be friends?" he looks up to Lizzie with looks of hope and courage.
Giving a slight smile, she seats herself next to him, "How about a second chance?" she says to him.
He looked down to the waters again and sighed. He shook his head, and said, "I don't think I'm ready."
Apalled and shocked by the rejection, she quickly stood up and left the scene without saying another word.
After she had gone, Lane closed his eyes, punches the ground and muttered, "Dammit." he slumped back, lying on the ground and stayed there for a quite a while.
And there it was, another impulsive action. Why couldn't she just stay there and listen some more? She looked at her pillow and found it still damp from her previous cry. It was about to get soaked once more. No, she says to herself, and raises the pillow in front of her. "No more crying." Once again she was about to jump into a meaningless relationship, but Lane did stop her this time. Perhaps in the future, Lane might turn out to be the most perfect guy for Lizzie. Until that time, though, she needed to leave him alone, no...
Next day, in the Philosophy class (the class that went from interesting to stale and was currently interesting once again), Lizzie passed a note to Lane that read:
Sorry. I almost dragged you into it again. Can we be friends?
It seemed to have made his day, and he quickly wrote a reply to her:
Sure. Thanks. And thanks anyways for the three weeks we've been together. It's been fun.
She read it over and sent him a beam of smile. He quickly tore another piece of paper from his notebook and sent her another note. It read:
What're you staring at?
This time she had an exact idea.
The End
Yeah wee. Over with the darn three-parter. Good for me. Mighta been a bit thrown-together-forcefully but oh well. Over with the darn three-parter. Wee. I don't know how long I'll keep this series up. I still have few ideas I wanna share, but I feel it's gettin a kinda stale. Oh well. Let it rot when I run out of ideas. Drop me a line on any comments/suggestions/questions, will ya? Reviews are always good too. Just drop me a quick one-liner if you read the story and tell me if you liked it or not. Alright I'm out. Peace.
Forward: I thought that fic I wrote yesterday was pretty good... But critics don't agree, I guess... Anyhow, suppose I'll just continue on with my pointless series here and see if I can cook up any othe rinteresting ideas for single-chapter stories. Gimme some reviews, will you?
Setting: Refer to my previous chapter. Heck, I won't put this thing in next chapter. Don't miss it.
So it was done. Instead of Lane dashing away and cry in remorse and sadness, Lizzie did. Lane could be seen trying to catch her attention to talk her over about things but she didn't stop for him.
Dreaming On, Chapter 7
Pure Love, Part 3
by Twin Signal
Why she cried and cried and cried afterwards she wasn't sure. She just laid on her bed, soaking the pillow. She no longer needed him, so she let him go. That's what she wanted to do. Yet some feeling lingered over her and it made her miss him. And relationship between her and Lane were never going to be the same. She shuddered at the thought, cursing herself for bringing unto herself the pain, and then cried and cried and cried some more. Just as she turned sideways, letting her tears tickle down sideways now, she heard the phone rang, but she let it ring several times before she cautiously took it. "Hello?" the voice said. She for a second didn't know who the voice belonged to.
"Hello, hello?" the voice continued.
"Hey Gordo..." she finally replied.
"Hey Lizzie. Just wanted to, uh, you alright?"
Sniffling, wheezing, and wiping her tears, she thought to lie and hide her situation, but what were friends for? "No." she said clearly.
"No eh. What's wrong. You and Lane have a fight or something?" Gordo was indeed keen at reading people. Or at least at reading trusted friends. The truth hurt, and not hearing any response from Lizzie, he quickly apologizes, "Sorry."
Why he had apologized to her suddenly became a mystery. "No, it's alright Gordo. I broke up with him. I uh," she fell to silence again before confessing, "I don't know."
"So what did he say about it?"
"I don't know... I kind of left running. Maybe I should've... Uh,"
"Yeah." Gordo was keen at reading trusted friends.
Acting on impulse was something Lizzie detested but did anyway. She thought she had learned not to, reflecting on the first and last impressions left by Vince. Yet still she acted on impulse - she kissed Lane because she thought he was perfect for her. She said yes to Lane's final question because she thought he was perfect for her. But now, she dumped Lane because she no longer thought he was perfect for her, and was about to think no more of it forever has it not been for her friend's quick recapping of the situation. Instead of heading straight to Lane's house, Lizzie takes a detour to the park to think some more.
It was windy and the waters were restless. Lizzie had always loved circling around the lake once before settling to her usual spot. She walked around once to get all her tangled thoughts out to be untangled. Why did she dump Lane, she wondered, aside from impulsive observation of things going slightly downhill? Nothing, she thought, if she stuck it out, Lane would've turned out to be better than any guy she would ever meet. She sighs. Perhaps she wasn't ready, as Lane had warned her? Perhaps he was right in trying to question that. To her surprise Lizzie found Lane sitting in her usual spot. He seemed to have recognized her before she noticed him and in fact he seemed to have been expecting her. "Hey." he said.
"Hey." she said. Before she could blurt out an excuse for dumping him, he apologized.
"Sorry." he said.
"Huh?"
"I wasn't ready to have a relationship. But I dragged you into it."
"Huh?"
"Sorry."
"No, Lane, it's me that's supposed to be sorry. I wasn't ready. I dragged you into it."
Lane shrugs, "Guess we were both not ready."
Lizzie shrugs, "I suppose so."
Unsure on what to say next, Lizzie stood still and watched the wavy waters. Wind had blown on them gently and carried their hair about. Lane, staring blankly into the water, looked attractive all over again to Lizzie.
"I was uh," Lane breaks the silence, "was gonna go over to your house to apologize. And to see if we could still be friends?" he looks up to Lizzie with looks of hope and courage.
Giving a slight smile, she seats herself next to him, "How about a second chance?" she says to him.
He looked down to the waters again and sighed. He shook his head, and said, "I don't think I'm ready."
Apalled and shocked by the rejection, she quickly stood up and left the scene without saying another word.
After she had gone, Lane closed his eyes, punches the ground and muttered, "Dammit." he slumped back, lying on the ground and stayed there for a quite a while.
And there it was, another impulsive action. Why couldn't she just stay there and listen some more? She looked at her pillow and found it still damp from her previous cry. It was about to get soaked once more. No, she says to herself, and raises the pillow in front of her. "No more crying." Once again she was about to jump into a meaningless relationship, but Lane did stop her this time. Perhaps in the future, Lane might turn out to be the most perfect guy for Lizzie. Until that time, though, she needed to leave him alone, no...
Next day, in the Philosophy class (the class that went from interesting to stale and was currently interesting once again), Lizzie passed a note to Lane that read:
Sorry. I almost dragged you into it again. Can we be friends?
It seemed to have made his day, and he quickly wrote a reply to her:
Sure. Thanks. And thanks anyways for the three weeks we've been together. It's been fun.
She read it over and sent him a beam of smile. He quickly tore another piece of paper from his notebook and sent her another note. It read:
What're you staring at?
This time she had an exact idea.
The End
Yeah wee. Over with the darn three-parter. Good for me. Mighta been a bit thrown-together-forcefully but oh well. Over with the darn three-parter. Wee. I don't know how long I'll keep this series up. I still have few ideas I wanna share, but I feel it's gettin a kinda stale. Oh well. Let it rot when I run out of ideas. Drop me a line on any comments/suggestions/questions, will ya? Reviews are always good too. Just drop me a quick one-liner if you read the story and tell me if you liked it or not. Alright I'm out. Peace.