Title:The Memory Of Left Behind
Disclaimer: I don't own them
Lizzie brushed away the hair from her face, working hard to make sure she got her homework done in time to go to the movies. She was sixteen years old and she still remembered the rule
her mother had said were good for life, 'finish your homework before you do anything else.' She rushed to try and finish her homework so she would be done before Caleb came to pick her up. Lizzie paused for a second thinking about Caleb and how wonderful he was. He wasn't like Gordo, but still, he was a lot of fun. He was almost exactly what she wanted, and he had what Gordo had been lacking. But still Lizzie almost missed him. She heard a knock at the door and then put down her pencil. As she walked over to the door she could tell who it was, Caleb. She opened the door and smiled.
"Hey, hold on a sec, I have to go get my coat."
"Okay." Caleb said smiling brightly. "I got us tickets to go see 'The Blob', I think it's great that they are bringing it back to theaters."
Lizzie laughed at him. "What is it with guys and stupid movies without a plot."
"That's the point. No plot I mean. Look at it this way, when your watching your chick-flicks, you have to follow this plot, and worry about whose screwing who. With "The Blob,' you have no problems. All you have to watch is the blob working it's mojo. And if we want to get good seats we better hurry."
Lizzie smiled as she walked out the door. At least, Caleb wasn't near as complex as Gordo. Burt that last thought put a pang in Lizzie. Gordo's complexity had been what had drawn her too him, and what had eventually been their downfall. It had hurt at the time, but everything was okay now. She had moved on to new friends and new boyfriends. Now, Gordo and Miranda were just a memory of left behind. A nice memory, but all at the same time just a memory.
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Miranda sat down at her desk, writing in her journal. Normally at this time she would be IMing Lizzie, but things had changed now. So, now she was left to reflecting in her journal. She sighed, she wished for once she wouldn't have to write in the stupid thing, but her shrink made her. So, now she was left to the loneliness of reflecting. Reflecting was nice every now and then, but sometimes it just sucked. It wouldn't have sucked as bad if she would have had Lizzie. But then again, if she would have had Lizzie she wouldn't need the shrink. But she didn't have Lizzie, and there was nothing she could do about it. She has made her choice, and she was left with the consequences. But it still made her mad, she shouldn't have had to make that choice in the first place. She shouldn't have been stuck in the middle, but she was. And that was what had made all the difference. Now, her old life of being a normal teenager was just a memory. Her life with Lizzie was just a memory, a memory of left behind. They had been good memories, but in the end that's all they were, memories...
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Gordo sat at his computer, he started to type, and then thought better of it. It had been like this all night. Trying to put how he felt in words, and then not being able too. He had been trying to do this, because reflecting had seemed to help Miranda. At least, that's the ways it seemed. But Gordo didn't want to reflect. Reflecting meant remembering and that was not something he wanted to do. Not at all. Looking at his memory of left behind he stuck his head in his hands. He liked the memory, it was a good memory, the best. But that's all it was, a memory. That's all Lizzie was now, a memory...
A/N: I see not many like my other story except for some rodent who drinks cough syrup. Anyway. so, what the heck is happening? Well you will have to read more to find out what happened, and how it's gonna end.
Promotions: I suggest you read any of Dylan Shelby's stories, they are all really good, once you get past the fartfignugans of the story
Disclaimer: I don't own them
Lizzie brushed away the hair from her face, working hard to make sure she got her homework done in time to go to the movies. She was sixteen years old and she still remembered the rule
her mother had said were good for life, 'finish your homework before you do anything else.' She rushed to try and finish her homework so she would be done before Caleb came to pick her up. Lizzie paused for a second thinking about Caleb and how wonderful he was. He wasn't like Gordo, but still, he was a lot of fun. He was almost exactly what she wanted, and he had what Gordo had been lacking. But still Lizzie almost missed him. She heard a knock at the door and then put down her pencil. As she walked over to the door she could tell who it was, Caleb. She opened the door and smiled.
"Hey, hold on a sec, I have to go get my coat."
"Okay." Caleb said smiling brightly. "I got us tickets to go see 'The Blob', I think it's great that they are bringing it back to theaters."
Lizzie laughed at him. "What is it with guys and stupid movies without a plot."
"That's the point. No plot I mean. Look at it this way, when your watching your chick-flicks, you have to follow this plot, and worry about whose screwing who. With "The Blob,' you have no problems. All you have to watch is the blob working it's mojo. And if we want to get good seats we better hurry."
Lizzie smiled as she walked out the door. At least, Caleb wasn't near as complex as Gordo. Burt that last thought put a pang in Lizzie. Gordo's complexity had been what had drawn her too him, and what had eventually been their downfall. It had hurt at the time, but everything was okay now. She had moved on to new friends and new boyfriends. Now, Gordo and Miranda were just a memory of left behind. A nice memory, but all at the same time just a memory.
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Miranda sat down at her desk, writing in her journal. Normally at this time she would be IMing Lizzie, but things had changed now. So, now she was left to reflecting in her journal. She sighed, she wished for once she wouldn't have to write in the stupid thing, but her shrink made her. So, now she was left to the loneliness of reflecting. Reflecting was nice every now and then, but sometimes it just sucked. It wouldn't have sucked as bad if she would have had Lizzie. But then again, if she would have had Lizzie she wouldn't need the shrink. But she didn't have Lizzie, and there was nothing she could do about it. She has made her choice, and she was left with the consequences. But it still made her mad, she shouldn't have had to make that choice in the first place. She shouldn't have been stuck in the middle, but she was. And that was what had made all the difference. Now, her old life of being a normal teenager was just a memory. Her life with Lizzie was just a memory, a memory of left behind. They had been good memories, but in the end that's all they were, memories...
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Gordo sat at his computer, he started to type, and then thought better of it. It had been like this all night. Trying to put how he felt in words, and then not being able too. He had been trying to do this, because reflecting had seemed to help Miranda. At least, that's the ways it seemed. But Gordo didn't want to reflect. Reflecting meant remembering and that was not something he wanted to do. Not at all. Looking at his memory of left behind he stuck his head in his hands. He liked the memory, it was a good memory, the best. But that's all it was, a memory. That's all Lizzie was now, a memory...
A/N: I see not many like my other story except for some rodent who drinks cough syrup. Anyway. so, what the heck is happening? Well you will have to read more to find out what happened, and how it's gonna end.
Promotions: I suggest you read any of Dylan Shelby's stories, they are all really good, once you get past the fartfignugans of the story