A/N: Chapter 2 is here! It's a bit shorter than the first, but this is mostly memories and what's going on inside "David's" head after the message and stuff. No worries, more action is coming soon! Thank you everyone for all the great feedback, I love you people ::mwah!:: : )
LizD: I didn't like The Family Man's ending either : ) I don't wanna give away the entire story here, so I'll try to explain it without doing so. Um, this story is more like The Family Man in the sense that Gordo gets to see where he'd be if he had made different choices, there aren't any visits to the past, except in ones mind. The ending is gonna be...well, I'm not completely sure, haven't gotten there yet, but I can guarantee you that it will NOT be like the ending the writing chose for The Family Man. Thanks for your awesome reviews, you rock : )
Disclaimer: I honestly own nothing at all. I'm a po' folk. Don't sue me or anything.
Ch. 2 - Memories Unwanted
David was frozen. He couldn't move, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't even -blink-. Elizabeth McGuire? Lizzie? Best-friend-from-birth-to-Junior-High Lizzie? He stared down at the telephone as if it held the answers to all the questions in his mind. What did she want? Why had she called? Did she want to talk to him, or did his mother want him to talk to her? She was going to be living in New York?
David shook himself from his stupor and finally let himself breathe. This was too weird, and too much to deal with on such little sleep. He would push all thoughts of his old friend from his mind, go to bed, and deal with everything tomorrow when he was well rested and more capable of dealing with things. He hopped off the counter, after saving the messages from his mother and Jon, and made his way into his bedroom. He stripped down to just his boxers, pulled an old T-shirt over his head, and went into his small bathroom to brush his teeth. He sighed in content as he slid under his covers and made himself comfortable in his bed after turning out the lights. He could feel unconsciousness overtake his body as his breath evened out and soon he slipped into the world of dreams, pictures of the past flying through his mind like a slideshow in fast forward.
He slept fitfully, fighting images of the friendly smile, the silky blonde hair, the sparkling brown eyes. He tossed and turned, as he relived his past through his dreams. Hearing her voice, watching her laugh, spending almost every waking moment with her, and leaving her all over again. He seemed to dream it over and over again, his life in Hillridge in fast forward motion. The moment he met Lizzie, the moment they met spunky Miranda Sanchez, the moment the three of them declared nothing would ever tear their friendship apart, the moment he fell in love, the moment he left it all behind.
At 3:15 David awoke with a start, his breathing labored and his heart pounding in his chest. He ran his hands through his unruly hair and pushed his coves aside, padding his way into the living room and plopping onto the sofa in front of his TV. His body ached with fatigue and all he wanted was to sleep, but he was getting no where with that and he finally decided that until he rid his mind of thoughts he had banned long ago he would be getting no sleep. As he picked up the remote on the small coffee table in front of him and flipped the TV on his mind wandered back to Hillridge. As he scanned the channels, not really paying attention to anything that was on, he wondered what Hillridge was like now. Had it changed? What was everyone up to? Kate, Ethan, Larry, Matt, Miranda...what where they doing with their lives? Where they still in Hillridge? Or were they, like him, just a fleeting face from the past, long forgotten? What about Lizzie? What had she done with her life? Had she and Miranda kept contact? Did they miss him? Did they ever think about him?
When he had left Hillridge he had sworn to himself that he would never go back. To him Hillridge was a place full of mixed feelings and confusion that he never wanted to experience again. The pain that he had gone through in his life there was nearly unbearable, and he had left all of that behind when he left. He had left everything behind. His heart, included. He had vowed to himself that he would never look back, never give Hillridge and his past there a second thought. They were to be buried and forgotten. And yet here he was, sitting in front of his television, unable to tear his mind off the questions and memories of the place he once called home. He was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice that he was no longer alone in his small apartment.
A/N: Gah! I know, I know, I'm a bitch for the cliffhanger deal : ) It adds excitement!! I need to keep you all wanting more! Sorry for the shortness, hope you're enjoying, leave reviews or I will cease and desist with this and any other future stories. Ok, just kidding : ) But please, reviews are our friend!
LizD: I didn't like The Family Man's ending either : ) I don't wanna give away the entire story here, so I'll try to explain it without doing so. Um, this story is more like The Family Man in the sense that Gordo gets to see where he'd be if he had made different choices, there aren't any visits to the past, except in ones mind. The ending is gonna be...well, I'm not completely sure, haven't gotten there yet, but I can guarantee you that it will NOT be like the ending the writing chose for The Family Man. Thanks for your awesome reviews, you rock : )
Disclaimer: I honestly own nothing at all. I'm a po' folk. Don't sue me or anything.
Ch. 2 - Memories Unwanted
David was frozen. He couldn't move, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't even -blink-. Elizabeth McGuire? Lizzie? Best-friend-from-birth-to-Junior-High Lizzie? He stared down at the telephone as if it held the answers to all the questions in his mind. What did she want? Why had she called? Did she want to talk to him, or did his mother want him to talk to her? She was going to be living in New York?
David shook himself from his stupor and finally let himself breathe. This was too weird, and too much to deal with on such little sleep. He would push all thoughts of his old friend from his mind, go to bed, and deal with everything tomorrow when he was well rested and more capable of dealing with things. He hopped off the counter, after saving the messages from his mother and Jon, and made his way into his bedroom. He stripped down to just his boxers, pulled an old T-shirt over his head, and went into his small bathroom to brush his teeth. He sighed in content as he slid under his covers and made himself comfortable in his bed after turning out the lights. He could feel unconsciousness overtake his body as his breath evened out and soon he slipped into the world of dreams, pictures of the past flying through his mind like a slideshow in fast forward.
He slept fitfully, fighting images of the friendly smile, the silky blonde hair, the sparkling brown eyes. He tossed and turned, as he relived his past through his dreams. Hearing her voice, watching her laugh, spending almost every waking moment with her, and leaving her all over again. He seemed to dream it over and over again, his life in Hillridge in fast forward motion. The moment he met Lizzie, the moment they met spunky Miranda Sanchez, the moment the three of them declared nothing would ever tear their friendship apart, the moment he fell in love, the moment he left it all behind.
At 3:15 David awoke with a start, his breathing labored and his heart pounding in his chest. He ran his hands through his unruly hair and pushed his coves aside, padding his way into the living room and plopping onto the sofa in front of his TV. His body ached with fatigue and all he wanted was to sleep, but he was getting no where with that and he finally decided that until he rid his mind of thoughts he had banned long ago he would be getting no sleep. As he picked up the remote on the small coffee table in front of him and flipped the TV on his mind wandered back to Hillridge. As he scanned the channels, not really paying attention to anything that was on, he wondered what Hillridge was like now. Had it changed? What was everyone up to? Kate, Ethan, Larry, Matt, Miranda...what where they doing with their lives? Where they still in Hillridge? Or were they, like him, just a fleeting face from the past, long forgotten? What about Lizzie? What had she done with her life? Had she and Miranda kept contact? Did they miss him? Did they ever think about him?
When he had left Hillridge he had sworn to himself that he would never go back. To him Hillridge was a place full of mixed feelings and confusion that he never wanted to experience again. The pain that he had gone through in his life there was nearly unbearable, and he had left all of that behind when he left. He had left everything behind. His heart, included. He had vowed to himself that he would never look back, never give Hillridge and his past there a second thought. They were to be buried and forgotten. And yet here he was, sitting in front of his television, unable to tear his mind off the questions and memories of the place he once called home. He was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice that he was no longer alone in his small apartment.
A/N: Gah! I know, I know, I'm a bitch for the cliffhanger deal : ) It adds excitement!! I need to keep you all wanting more! Sorry for the shortness, hope you're enjoying, leave reviews or I will cease and desist with this and any other future stories. Ok, just kidding : ) But please, reviews are our friend!