Chapter 13: Sorry
Monday 9:08 AM
Lizzie POV
My eyes flew open.
"Gordo!" I yelled.
Was he alive? Was it all a dream?
I was going to find out.
I ran back to camp, where Gordo was there, still staring into the forest where I had disappeared.
Alive.
"Gordo!" I exclaimed, and threw my arms around him. "You're okay!" I started crying.
"What are you doing...? Are you crying, Lizzie? What's wrong?" He was confused.
"You're alive! I'm never going to let you go now."
"What do you mean, "you're alive'? I never died."
"Yes, you did."
Gordo POV
I was mystified. One second Lizzie is yelling about how never wanted to see me ever again, and then five minutes later, she came running back, and started crying and hugging me.
"When did I die?" I asked, hoping Lizzie hadn't gone crazy.
She explained her dream to me, with breakouts in between.
My jaw dropped as I hugged her back tightly. "Oh, Lizzie. I would never do something like that. Don't worry."
"I was so scared that you were gone forever." She sobbed. "I'm so sorry."
"For what?" I asked, even though I knew what she meant.
"For everything. I never meant to hurt you, Gordo. I was just mad about Miranda." She shook her head. "I went nuts. I blew up. I'm so sorry, and I hope you'll forgive me. Please?"
"You're forgiven. But it's my fault. I should have remembered your birthday. I mean, how stupid was I? Forgive me?"
"Of course." She said, letting go of me. "Friends?"
Wow, that was fast.
I smiled. "Friends." I sighed. "So, want to cool off with a swim?"
She dried her tears. "Okay." She said, her voice shaking. "I'll go change."
I watched her run off.
Those feelings weren't completely lost, I knew it. Because I felt so good when Lizzie was holding me in her arms. I'd do anything for that feeling again.
My heart still ached for her.
And now that we were friends again, I knew I'd be okay.
Monday 9:08 AM
Lizzie POV
My eyes flew open.
"Gordo!" I yelled.
Was he alive? Was it all a dream?
I was going to find out.
I ran back to camp, where Gordo was there, still staring into the forest where I had disappeared.
Alive.
"Gordo!" I exclaimed, and threw my arms around him. "You're okay!" I started crying.
"What are you doing...? Are you crying, Lizzie? What's wrong?" He was confused.
"You're alive! I'm never going to let you go now."
"What do you mean, "you're alive'? I never died."
"Yes, you did."
Gordo POV
I was mystified. One second Lizzie is yelling about how never wanted to see me ever again, and then five minutes later, she came running back, and started crying and hugging me.
"When did I die?" I asked, hoping Lizzie hadn't gone crazy.
She explained her dream to me, with breakouts in between.
My jaw dropped as I hugged her back tightly. "Oh, Lizzie. I would never do something like that. Don't worry."
"I was so scared that you were gone forever." She sobbed. "I'm so sorry."
"For what?" I asked, even though I knew what she meant.
"For everything. I never meant to hurt you, Gordo. I was just mad about Miranda." She shook her head. "I went nuts. I blew up. I'm so sorry, and I hope you'll forgive me. Please?"
"You're forgiven. But it's my fault. I should have remembered your birthday. I mean, how stupid was I? Forgive me?"
"Of course." She said, letting go of me. "Friends?"
Wow, that was fast.
I smiled. "Friends." I sighed. "So, want to cool off with a swim?"
She dried her tears. "Okay." She said, her voice shaking. "I'll go change."
I watched her run off.
Those feelings weren't completely lost, I knew it. Because I felt so good when Lizzie was holding me in her arms. I'd do anything for that feeling again.
My heart still ached for her.
And now that we were friends again, I knew I'd be okay.
