A/N: Hey! I know that its been forever and a day since I updated this
fic, but I had a sudden inspiration for some reason. So, I decided to write
another chapter! I'll try to update my other fanfics this weekend too! So
enjoy and review!
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
No Such Thing
Chapter 20: Too Late?
Lizzie sat on the seat of the bay window in the McGuire's family room. She stared out into dark sky, which was now filled with rain. Tears streamed down her face. She couldn't believe that she had just let the love of her life leave. She had lost her soulmate, her best friend, and she had no idea how she was going to live without him.
Lizzie snapped out of her daze when she heard the sound of keys being turned. She quickly wiped her face and pretended to be reading. She didn't want her parents to know what was going on. Recalling the day's events out loud would only cement them deeper into her mind, and make them more real.
But it wasn't her parents. She looked up from the book and saw Matt entering the kitchen.
"Hey sis." He called, as he reached into the fridge for a Gatorade.
"Hi." She replied.
He walked into the family room and sat down on the couch opposite the window.
"How was your day?" he asked, taking a sip of his drink.
"It was fine." She lied, her voice faltering a bit.
"Are you ok?" he asked, getting suspicious as he saw her red eyes. "You've been crying." He remarked.
"I'm fine Matt. Really." She assured him.
"Lizzie, whatever it is, you can tell me." He told her. "I'm older now, I won't make fun of you. Remember, we're friends." He reminded her.
She didn't say anything. She just continued to look out the window.
"Wait," Matt realized. "Where's Gordo? I figured you guys would be hanging out all the time now, since you're finally together."
Lizzie looked at Matt. "You knew about us?" she asked. She thought they had been pretty discreet.
"Lizzie, it's not like I'm Ethan or anything." He joked. "You've been awfully happy these past few days, and you've been with him a lot. I just kind of assumed."
She didn't respond.
"I think it's great." He continued. "I mean, it took you long enough. I think all of us have known how perfect you are for each other since you were in elementary school. Well, except you two I guess. Seriously, you were meant for each other. I always thought you'd end up marrying him or something."
Lizzie looked at Matt, listening to what he was saying, and she started to bawl. Every bit of sadness and anger she had been holding in for the past few hours came pouring out of her. She was absolutely hysterical.
Matt saw this, and rushed over to the window seat. "What?" he asked frantically. "What's wrong?"
"Oh Matt!' she sobbed. "I ruined it."
"Ruined what?" he asked, rubbing her back.
"Me and Gordo." She replied. "He got this job offer in London, and he came to tell me about it. And he told me he would turn it down for me. That he would stay if I asked him to. All I had to do was ask him. But I couldn't. I just couldn't. I was so scared, it was all so intense. And then Ryan, he came here and Gordo saw us kissing, and it was all a huge mistake. And now Gordo is on a plane to England, and I'll never have the chance to tell him how much I love him, and need him."
Matt was taken aback. Lizzie sounded completely and totally serious. Was she that in love? At 19?
"You really love him?" was all Matt could manage to say.
Lizzie nodded her head. "So much. I can't live without him."
"Then you need to find him." Matt remarked, decidedly. "You need to go to the airport and stop him from getting on that plane."
"He's probably already gone." Lizzie sobbed.
"Lizzie, you need to stop him." Matt commanded. "Otherwise, you're going to spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been."
Lizzie couldn't believe how smart Matt had become. He was right, she needed to tell Gordo exactly what she had told Matt.
"Ok." She declared. "I'm going."
Lizzie grabbed her keys and her purse. She ran out to the Jeep, and started off towards LAX. She sped down the highway towards her destination, and arrived, after what seemed like years. She rushed through the airport, and made it to the Virgin Airlines gate. Out of breath, she reached the front counter.
"Is this the flight to Heathrow?" she asked, panting.
"I'm sorry Miss." The desk clerk replied. "You've just missed it."
Lizzie ran over to the window. She looked into the rainy night sky. She saw the plane ascending into the darkness, along with her hopes and dreams.
She was too late. TBC!!!
Review!
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
No Such Thing
Chapter 20: Too Late?
Lizzie sat on the seat of the bay window in the McGuire's family room. She stared out into dark sky, which was now filled with rain. Tears streamed down her face. She couldn't believe that she had just let the love of her life leave. She had lost her soulmate, her best friend, and she had no idea how she was going to live without him.
Lizzie snapped out of her daze when she heard the sound of keys being turned. She quickly wiped her face and pretended to be reading. She didn't want her parents to know what was going on. Recalling the day's events out loud would only cement them deeper into her mind, and make them more real.
But it wasn't her parents. She looked up from the book and saw Matt entering the kitchen.
"Hey sis." He called, as he reached into the fridge for a Gatorade.
"Hi." She replied.
He walked into the family room and sat down on the couch opposite the window.
"How was your day?" he asked, taking a sip of his drink.
"It was fine." She lied, her voice faltering a bit.
"Are you ok?" he asked, getting suspicious as he saw her red eyes. "You've been crying." He remarked.
"I'm fine Matt. Really." She assured him.
"Lizzie, whatever it is, you can tell me." He told her. "I'm older now, I won't make fun of you. Remember, we're friends." He reminded her.
She didn't say anything. She just continued to look out the window.
"Wait," Matt realized. "Where's Gordo? I figured you guys would be hanging out all the time now, since you're finally together."
Lizzie looked at Matt. "You knew about us?" she asked. She thought they had been pretty discreet.
"Lizzie, it's not like I'm Ethan or anything." He joked. "You've been awfully happy these past few days, and you've been with him a lot. I just kind of assumed."
She didn't respond.
"I think it's great." He continued. "I mean, it took you long enough. I think all of us have known how perfect you are for each other since you were in elementary school. Well, except you two I guess. Seriously, you were meant for each other. I always thought you'd end up marrying him or something."
Lizzie looked at Matt, listening to what he was saying, and she started to bawl. Every bit of sadness and anger she had been holding in for the past few hours came pouring out of her. She was absolutely hysterical.
Matt saw this, and rushed over to the window seat. "What?" he asked frantically. "What's wrong?"
"Oh Matt!' she sobbed. "I ruined it."
"Ruined what?" he asked, rubbing her back.
"Me and Gordo." She replied. "He got this job offer in London, and he came to tell me about it. And he told me he would turn it down for me. That he would stay if I asked him to. All I had to do was ask him. But I couldn't. I just couldn't. I was so scared, it was all so intense. And then Ryan, he came here and Gordo saw us kissing, and it was all a huge mistake. And now Gordo is on a plane to England, and I'll never have the chance to tell him how much I love him, and need him."
Matt was taken aback. Lizzie sounded completely and totally serious. Was she that in love? At 19?
"You really love him?" was all Matt could manage to say.
Lizzie nodded her head. "So much. I can't live without him."
"Then you need to find him." Matt remarked, decidedly. "You need to go to the airport and stop him from getting on that plane."
"He's probably already gone." Lizzie sobbed.
"Lizzie, you need to stop him." Matt commanded. "Otherwise, you're going to spend the rest of your life wondering what could have been."
Lizzie couldn't believe how smart Matt had become. He was right, she needed to tell Gordo exactly what she had told Matt.
"Ok." She declared. "I'm going."
Lizzie grabbed her keys and her purse. She ran out to the Jeep, and started off towards LAX. She sped down the highway towards her destination, and arrived, after what seemed like years. She rushed through the airport, and made it to the Virgin Airlines gate. Out of breath, she reached the front counter.
"Is this the flight to Heathrow?" she asked, panting.
"I'm sorry Miss." The desk clerk replied. "You've just missed it."
Lizzie ran over to the window. She looked into the rainy night sky. She saw the plane ascending into the darkness, along with her hopes and dreams.
She was too late. TBC!!!
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