Chapter 11: Forgive and Forget... or not
Monday 8:30 AM
Lizzie POV
It was my fault. I shouldn't have said, 'Yeah, that's what I'm saying' in the first place. That's what started the whole thing.
My fifteenth birthday was tomorrow, and I was hoping we'd make up at the surprise party Gordo was throwing me. Every year, Gordo and Miranda threw a party for me, and it wasn't much of a surprise anymore, but still, I liked it.
Now this year I wondered what Gordo had gotten me. Maybe it was a necklace. Or a CD.
An apology would have been nice, too.
"Well, I'm hungry. What's for dinner?" Gordo said.
I smiled. Maybe we'd work this out. "Um... marshmallows and gum drops. Oh, and Doritos."
"Miranda might have packed food for the rest of the year, but it was all junk food." I added, trying to start a conversation.
He was silent.
Animated Lizzie: You could at least try to talk to me. I'm not deadly.
"Yeah." He responded. "So, pass me the gum drops, please."
Please? What was up with that? Even if I was his ex-best friend, he didn't have to treat me like I was the president or something.
I handed him the gum drops, and tried to catch his eye.
The eye that I thought was so cute. I couldn't blame him for hating me. But I loved him, couldn't he see that? His hair, his eyes, his personality. I wasn't mad at him. I never could be. But I was afraid to apologize because he might not accept the apology after all I had said.
"What?" He snapped.
I searched my brain for an excuse. "Um, sorry. I thought I saw an owl. Uh, I'm going to go to sleep now."
"This early?"
"I'm tired."
"Suit yourself." He rolled his eyes.
That hurt me. When he rolled his eyes, I felt like he didn't care about me. We were so close to making up... okay, not really... but we could have. I knew he was mad, but he didn't have to be all 'Ebenezer Scrooge' about it.
I really hoped he'd forgive me tomorrow.
Animated Lizzie: I hope 15 is my lucky number.
" 'Morning." He greeted me.
"Good morning."
"No late night singing?"
"Not really."
I was surprised. We were actually having a real conversation without him strangling me.
"Oh." He started to walk off toward the waterfall to take a swim.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" I hinted.
"Like what?"
"Like the number 15."
"15? What does that have to do with anything?"
He looked serious. He wasn't kidding. I knew it.
He.
Had.
Forgotten.
My.
Birthday.
"How old am I?" I said, my lower lip shaking.
"Uh... 14."
I burst out into tears.
"What?" He asked.
"You still don't get it, do you?" I shook my head as my voice trembled. "I'm 15 today."
His eyes widened. "I knew that."
I narrowed my eyes. "Sure you did."
"I did."
"David Gordon, YOU FORGOT MY BIRTHDAY!"
"But, I-I..." He stuttered.
"No. I don't want to hear it." I sniffled. "Gordo, you know how you just made me feel? The only hopes of us being friends again are totally crushed. I had hope, Gordo, I did. Until now. Go find yourself a new best friend."
"But, Lizzie, I-"
"Look. It's over. I don't care if I see you again! I've seen enough of you to last me a lifetime!"
I ran into the deep into the forest.
The only friend I had left now was the waterfall.
A/N: Don't be sad, they might make up... or they might not!!! You better read on to find out!
Monday 8:30 AM
Lizzie POV
It was my fault. I shouldn't have said, 'Yeah, that's what I'm saying' in the first place. That's what started the whole thing.
My fifteenth birthday was tomorrow, and I was hoping we'd make up at the surprise party Gordo was throwing me. Every year, Gordo and Miranda threw a party for me, and it wasn't much of a surprise anymore, but still, I liked it.
Now this year I wondered what Gordo had gotten me. Maybe it was a necklace. Or a CD.
An apology would have been nice, too.
"Well, I'm hungry. What's for dinner?" Gordo said.
I smiled. Maybe we'd work this out. "Um... marshmallows and gum drops. Oh, and Doritos."
"Miranda might have packed food for the rest of the year, but it was all junk food." I added, trying to start a conversation.
He was silent.
Animated Lizzie: You could at least try to talk to me. I'm not deadly.
"Yeah." He responded. "So, pass me the gum drops, please."
Please? What was up with that? Even if I was his ex-best friend, he didn't have to treat me like I was the president or something.
I handed him the gum drops, and tried to catch his eye.
The eye that I thought was so cute. I couldn't blame him for hating me. But I loved him, couldn't he see that? His hair, his eyes, his personality. I wasn't mad at him. I never could be. But I was afraid to apologize because he might not accept the apology after all I had said.
"What?" He snapped.
I searched my brain for an excuse. "Um, sorry. I thought I saw an owl. Uh, I'm going to go to sleep now."
"This early?"
"I'm tired."
"Suit yourself." He rolled his eyes.
That hurt me. When he rolled his eyes, I felt like he didn't care about me. We were so close to making up... okay, not really... but we could have. I knew he was mad, but he didn't have to be all 'Ebenezer Scrooge' about it.
I really hoped he'd forgive me tomorrow.
Animated Lizzie: I hope 15 is my lucky number.
" 'Morning." He greeted me.
"Good morning."
"No late night singing?"
"Not really."
I was surprised. We were actually having a real conversation without him strangling me.
"Oh." He started to walk off toward the waterfall to take a swim.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" I hinted.
"Like what?"
"Like the number 15."
"15? What does that have to do with anything?"
He looked serious. He wasn't kidding. I knew it.
He.
Had.
Forgotten.
My.
Birthday.
"How old am I?" I said, my lower lip shaking.
"Uh... 14."
I burst out into tears.
"What?" He asked.
"You still don't get it, do you?" I shook my head as my voice trembled. "I'm 15 today."
His eyes widened. "I knew that."
I narrowed my eyes. "Sure you did."
"I did."
"David Gordon, YOU FORGOT MY BIRTHDAY!"
"But, I-I..." He stuttered.
"No. I don't want to hear it." I sniffled. "Gordo, you know how you just made me feel? The only hopes of us being friends again are totally crushed. I had hope, Gordo, I did. Until now. Go find yourself a new best friend."
"But, Lizzie, I-"
"Look. It's over. I don't care if I see you again! I've seen enough of you to last me a lifetime!"
I ran into the deep into the forest.
The only friend I had left now was the waterfall.
A/N: Don't be sad, they might make up... or they might not!!! You better read on to find out!
