Wait it Out
By FictionMac
Suppose I said I am on my best behavior
And there are times I lose my worried mind?
Would you want me when I'm not myself?
Wait it out while I am someone else?
Suppose I said colors change for no good reason
And words will go from poetry to pros
Would you want me when I'm not myself?
Wait it out while I am someone else?
And I, in time, will come around
I always do, for you
Suppose I said you're my saving grace?
"Not Myself" - John Mayer
She was watching him again. Watching as he smiled his fake smile, and laughed his fake laugh, and pretended to be interested in whatever one of his new mindless friends were telling him. She knew it was all fake, all an act. She's always known, since the very beginning. Somehow he knew that she'd always see through, no matter who he was with, what he was doing, she'd always know he was just a fake. She was there the day he went away, no one knows where he went, but he left a long, long time ago. And she always watched him, always tried to find him with her eyes. She never found him, and he promised himself she never would. He wouldn't let her. He was too scared, too cautious, too unsure. So she would continue watching, searching, and he would continue hiding. It's an unending, vicious cycle. He told himself she'd give up soon, who would wait forever for him?
"Hey Lizzie." Miranda sat her lunch tray down on the table and plopped down next to her best friend. When she didn't get a reply to her greeting she turned to the blonde quizzically.
"Liz...? You ok?" Lizzie stayed silent. Her eyes transfixed on the table across the schoolyard. The table where their, at one time, "third musketeer" was seated. Where he always seemed to be seated, now a days, Miranda thought bitterly.
"What's up with him anyway?" She asked, not bothering to hide the edge in her voice. This seemed to awake Lizzie from her stupor, and she allowed her eyes to wander over to Miranda.
"What are you talking about?" She questioned, seemingly having no idea who Miranda was referring to. Miranda knew better.
"Gordo. You remember him, right? Real serious type, dark hair, kinda unruly? What's going on with him, he's kinda been...different." This time Miranda tried to keep the bitterness from her voice. See, her and Lizzie were pretty different. They handled situations differently. For instance, when someone who's supposedly your best friend suddenly ditches you for a bunch of movie geeks and never gives a look back, Miranda gets mad. No, Miranda gets pissed. To Miranda, friendship always meant loyalty. When Miranda befriended anyone it was always, always a true blue, friends 'til the end deal. And if you ever broke that loyalty, there was hell to pay. With Lizzie it was a little different. Sure to her friendship meant loyalty, just like Miranda, the true blue deal all over again.
But Lizzie dealt differently with broken trust. It was almost as if she didn't understand it, she just did not get how someone can say they're your best friend one day, and not seem to care the next day. So, she never really got mad. Just...sad, confused, a little lost. Left trying to figure out what happened, and if she did something she shouldn't have. And she always waited around for something to happen, or for the ex-friend to suddenly come around again. Miranda never waited. She got pissed, she got mean, she got over it. She really wished Lizzie would do the same.
"Oh, yeah. Uh, I dunno. I haven't really noticed I guess." Ugh! What a liar. Like I don't know you well enough to see that you're just as lost as you were when Kate dumped you like yesterday's trash? Come on Lizzie, you can't really think I'm THAT dumb. Miranda huffed out a sigh and stabbed at her mystery meat.
"That's complete bull and you know it, Liz." Stab. Stab. Stab. It seemed her lunch was getting quite a beating on behalf of Lizzie McGuire.
"Shut up Miranda. Subject change, please." Miranda could almost hear the eye roll she knew her friend was giving her. Fine, if she didn't want to talk about it, Miranda wouldn't push it. She just wished either Lizzie would let him go already, or Gordo would come to his senses and see what's right fricken in front of him.
By FictionMac
Suppose I said I am on my best behavior
And there are times I lose my worried mind?
Would you want me when I'm not myself?
Wait it out while I am someone else?
Suppose I said colors change for no good reason
And words will go from poetry to pros
Would you want me when I'm not myself?
Wait it out while I am someone else?
And I, in time, will come around
I always do, for you
Suppose I said you're my saving grace?
"Not Myself" - John Mayer
She was watching him again. Watching as he smiled his fake smile, and laughed his fake laugh, and pretended to be interested in whatever one of his new mindless friends were telling him. She knew it was all fake, all an act. She's always known, since the very beginning. Somehow he knew that she'd always see through, no matter who he was with, what he was doing, she'd always know he was just a fake. She was there the day he went away, no one knows where he went, but he left a long, long time ago. And she always watched him, always tried to find him with her eyes. She never found him, and he promised himself she never would. He wouldn't let her. He was too scared, too cautious, too unsure. So she would continue watching, searching, and he would continue hiding. It's an unending, vicious cycle. He told himself she'd give up soon, who would wait forever for him?
"Hey Lizzie." Miranda sat her lunch tray down on the table and plopped down next to her best friend. When she didn't get a reply to her greeting she turned to the blonde quizzically.
"Liz...? You ok?" Lizzie stayed silent. Her eyes transfixed on the table across the schoolyard. The table where their, at one time, "third musketeer" was seated. Where he always seemed to be seated, now a days, Miranda thought bitterly.
"What's up with him anyway?" She asked, not bothering to hide the edge in her voice. This seemed to awake Lizzie from her stupor, and she allowed her eyes to wander over to Miranda.
"What are you talking about?" She questioned, seemingly having no idea who Miranda was referring to. Miranda knew better.
"Gordo. You remember him, right? Real serious type, dark hair, kinda unruly? What's going on with him, he's kinda been...different." This time Miranda tried to keep the bitterness from her voice. See, her and Lizzie were pretty different. They handled situations differently. For instance, when someone who's supposedly your best friend suddenly ditches you for a bunch of movie geeks and never gives a look back, Miranda gets mad. No, Miranda gets pissed. To Miranda, friendship always meant loyalty. When Miranda befriended anyone it was always, always a true blue, friends 'til the end deal. And if you ever broke that loyalty, there was hell to pay. With Lizzie it was a little different. Sure to her friendship meant loyalty, just like Miranda, the true blue deal all over again.
But Lizzie dealt differently with broken trust. It was almost as if she didn't understand it, she just did not get how someone can say they're your best friend one day, and not seem to care the next day. So, she never really got mad. Just...sad, confused, a little lost. Left trying to figure out what happened, and if she did something she shouldn't have. And she always waited around for something to happen, or for the ex-friend to suddenly come around again. Miranda never waited. She got pissed, she got mean, she got over it. She really wished Lizzie would do the same.
"Oh, yeah. Uh, I dunno. I haven't really noticed I guess." Ugh! What a liar. Like I don't know you well enough to see that you're just as lost as you were when Kate dumped you like yesterday's trash? Come on Lizzie, you can't really think I'm THAT dumb. Miranda huffed out a sigh and stabbed at her mystery meat.
"That's complete bull and you know it, Liz." Stab. Stab. Stab. It seemed her lunch was getting quite a beating on behalf of Lizzie McGuire.
"Shut up Miranda. Subject change, please." Miranda could almost hear the eye roll she knew her friend was giving her. Fine, if she didn't want to talk about it, Miranda wouldn't push it. She just wished either Lizzie would let him go already, or Gordo would come to his senses and see what's right fricken in front of him.