Ok, you guys wanted it, so I brought it to ya. I didn't really know what to
write, and I still don't, so if this chapter absolutely sucks, don't blame
me, I'm just trying to make the readers happy! I read your reviews and out
of the people that reviewed, most of em wanted me to keep going on with the
story (and not to kill off Matt. Lol. ) So I attempted, and this is what I
came up with after a night of no sleep trying to figure something out. Here
it goes! Hope you like it!
Chapter 10: How did I get myself into this?
Matt woke up again a couple of minutes later, his head feeling like it had been bashed against the wall for several hours.*how did I get myself into this?* He thought as he heard the door open and saw Miranda walking into the room, not looking at Matt. She walked over to the side of the bed and whispered, "I'm so sorry. If it weren't for me, this never would have happened. I knew that Lizzie would be mad, but totally ignored that fact tonight. I'm so sorry, and if you never want to speak to me again, trust me, I'll understand." She said the last part with tears beginning to form in her eyes and a weird taste forming in her mouth. She felt empty inside. She finally looked at him. *I guess this is what a broken heart feels like* she thought to herself. Matt took a deep breath, and began to speak.
"You have no idea how dumb you are, do you?" Miranda looked at him.
"I know, I knew she would be mad but." Matt smiled as she said those words. "What the hell are you smiling at?"
"I didn't mean about that. I meant you were dumb to even BEGIN to think that this was all your fault. It wasn't. I just got over this talk with Lizzie. Hopefully she took notes cuz I don't have the strength to say it again. So anyways, how's life treatin' ya?" he asked, completely changing the subject as Miranda looked at him, a very confused look. "Well?" he asked. "It's not THAT hard of a question, is it?" she smiled at him.
"Life has been good to me tonight, and then it has been a living hell." She spoke as she sat down on the edge of his bed.
"Really?" Matt started, "and how has it been GOOD to you?" he said smiling like he knew what she was thinking, but wanted her to admit it to him.
"The best part of the night." she began, then smiled, "was when I found out you were in the hospital." She finished, with a playful grin on her face as she gently hit Matt with a pillow. "What do YOU think was the best time of my night?!" she said, also playfully, as she took the pillow she had just hit him with away from his face, and gently kissed his cheek. She would have kissed him on the lips, but he wasn't able to breathe that well when he HAD an open airway into his lungs. She didn't want to risk losing him. She smiled. "Goodnight." She said. "And don't leave us. You have way too many people that care about you. and too may seniors that look forward to beating your ass every day for the rest of the year." She said as she turned away and left the room, satisfied with that last comment. She thought it was good not to make her visit to him too mushy. She succeeded.
Miranda smiled to herself as she walked over to where Lizzie and Gordo were sitting in the waiting room. Gordo was trying to comfort Lizzie. He looked up at Miranda. "How's he doing?" he asked with obvious concern in his voice as he hugged Lizzie tightly.
"He's still having trouble breathing, but I think he's going to be ok. I mean, Why would god want to punish someone like Matt, who did nothing wrong to anybody, right?"
"Well, at least he's doing Ok. Lizzie just got off the phone with their parents. They're rushing over here right now. They should make it back by midnight. They seem really frightened."
"Miranda looked over to her best friend. She was sitting like a puppy that had been abused by it's owner. Miranda felt so bad for Lizzie. Even though she never showed it until tonight, Miranda knew Lizzie couldn't help but love Matt. She walked over to Lizzie and put her hand on her shoulder. "Everything is going to be ok," she said, wanting to believe it herself. Inside she knew that Matt might not get out of this hospital and that they might lose him forever. She shook at that thought and hoped that God would spare him just this one time.
Sorry if that was cheesy or anything, but I am really desperate for ideas, and this is all that would pop into my mind. I don't think it's too bad. Let me know what you think, and I know, don't let Matt die. I'll try not to, but it might fit into the story better. Thanks for reading, and keep checking back. Thanks a lot. Bye!
Chapter 10: How did I get myself into this?
Matt woke up again a couple of minutes later, his head feeling like it had been bashed against the wall for several hours.*how did I get myself into this?* He thought as he heard the door open and saw Miranda walking into the room, not looking at Matt. She walked over to the side of the bed and whispered, "I'm so sorry. If it weren't for me, this never would have happened. I knew that Lizzie would be mad, but totally ignored that fact tonight. I'm so sorry, and if you never want to speak to me again, trust me, I'll understand." She said the last part with tears beginning to form in her eyes and a weird taste forming in her mouth. She felt empty inside. She finally looked at him. *I guess this is what a broken heart feels like* she thought to herself. Matt took a deep breath, and began to speak.
"You have no idea how dumb you are, do you?" Miranda looked at him.
"I know, I knew she would be mad but." Matt smiled as she said those words. "What the hell are you smiling at?"
"I didn't mean about that. I meant you were dumb to even BEGIN to think that this was all your fault. It wasn't. I just got over this talk with Lizzie. Hopefully she took notes cuz I don't have the strength to say it again. So anyways, how's life treatin' ya?" he asked, completely changing the subject as Miranda looked at him, a very confused look. "Well?" he asked. "It's not THAT hard of a question, is it?" she smiled at him.
"Life has been good to me tonight, and then it has been a living hell." She spoke as she sat down on the edge of his bed.
"Really?" Matt started, "and how has it been GOOD to you?" he said smiling like he knew what she was thinking, but wanted her to admit it to him.
"The best part of the night." she began, then smiled, "was when I found out you were in the hospital." She finished, with a playful grin on her face as she gently hit Matt with a pillow. "What do YOU think was the best time of my night?!" she said, also playfully, as she took the pillow she had just hit him with away from his face, and gently kissed his cheek. She would have kissed him on the lips, but he wasn't able to breathe that well when he HAD an open airway into his lungs. She didn't want to risk losing him. She smiled. "Goodnight." She said. "And don't leave us. You have way too many people that care about you. and too may seniors that look forward to beating your ass every day for the rest of the year." She said as she turned away and left the room, satisfied with that last comment. She thought it was good not to make her visit to him too mushy. She succeeded.
Miranda smiled to herself as she walked over to where Lizzie and Gordo were sitting in the waiting room. Gordo was trying to comfort Lizzie. He looked up at Miranda. "How's he doing?" he asked with obvious concern in his voice as he hugged Lizzie tightly.
"He's still having trouble breathing, but I think he's going to be ok. I mean, Why would god want to punish someone like Matt, who did nothing wrong to anybody, right?"
"Well, at least he's doing Ok. Lizzie just got off the phone with their parents. They're rushing over here right now. They should make it back by midnight. They seem really frightened."
"Miranda looked over to her best friend. She was sitting like a puppy that had been abused by it's owner. Miranda felt so bad for Lizzie. Even though she never showed it until tonight, Miranda knew Lizzie couldn't help but love Matt. She walked over to Lizzie and put her hand on her shoulder. "Everything is going to be ok," she said, wanting to believe it herself. Inside she knew that Matt might not get out of this hospital and that they might lose him forever. She shook at that thought and hoped that God would spare him just this one time.
Sorry if that was cheesy or anything, but I am really desperate for ideas, and this is all that would pop into my mind. I don't think it's too bad. Let me know what you think, and I know, don't let Matt die. I'll try not to, but it might fit into the story better. Thanks for reading, and keep checking back. Thanks a lot. Bye!