All I wanted was to check my lip gloss. I wasn't asking for this new heavy
load of information to process. I just wanted to be able to get through the
day without having disproportional lips! Is that so much to ask? I guess
so.
"What do you want, McGuire?," Kate snarled below me, almost looking scared. I wasn't quite sure what to do. On one hand, Kate made my life miserable day in and day out. On the other hand, she WAS human (deep down inside) and if she was hurting herself she had to stop.
"Um..are you okay, Kate?," I asked feebly, offering her a hand up.
"Yeah, why WOULDN'T I be?," She rolled her eyes as she pulled herself up.
"Are you sure? Because it looked like-"
"I don't care what it LOOKED like, Lizzie! It was just a.clumsy moment," She said lamely, brushing off her skirt.
What was I supposed to do? I didn't know if she had ACTUALLY made herself sick. I had no proof but this weird feeling in my stomach.
"Um..okay," I responded with a sudden lack of vocabulary. "Whatever." She stared at me with her hand on her hip. Oh, right.
"Are you going to MOVE?," She questioned, pushing me out of the way. I stumbled into the wall as she gracefully stepped out of the restroom, leaving me in the gutter once again.
The bell sounded before I had time to react to what just happened. Great. Late for class and I didn't even get to apply my Very Berry lip gloss! Kate Sanders is determined to ruin my life.
~@~
"Hey, guys," I greeted Gordo and Miranda as I sat down at the lunch table. "What's up?" Miranda merely glared at Gordo as he pretended he wasn't there. "Um..okay. Is it just me, or is it cold in here?"
"Oh, hi, Lizzie," Gordo finally greeted me with a chip of bitterness. "Yeah, Miranda's just being an ass."
"I AM NOT!," She exclaimed, hitting his arm. He let out an "Ow!" and rubbed the spot vigorously. Of course they were fighting. They were always fighting. Stupid, little fights. And I was almost envious of them.
Why am I jealous of my two best friends, fighting over stupid things? Because I will never have that kind of relationship. I could never be able to fight with someone over and over again, day after day, and still love them like the great friends Gordo and Miranda are. Because I need to feel every emotion that runs through another person's mind. Because I care.
I've tried not to care so much. I've tried to pretend I don't worry about what other people think about me. But it just doesn't work. I can't help but find myself worrying whether or not telling someone to "shut up" would be completely horrible or not! What is wrong with me?
"Lizzie, honey, tell Miranda to get a life," Gordo glared at the girl next to him. I silently cringed at the "honey". Yes, everyone, I was going out with David Gordon, and not very happy.
Okay, we were happy. One of those nauseatingly perfect-for-each- other, skipping-in-the-valley-with-the-bunnies, happily-ever-after type of couples. The kind of couple-dom most people only dream about. But I was not happy as I could have been.
I've known Gordo forever. I could name for you everything from his favorite jelly bean flavor (lime) to the way he organizes his socks (dark to light colors; ribbed to smooth). But...well, have you ever read one of those romance novels where the complete opposites get together after about 150 pages of pure hatred? Those are the kinds of books I read late at night when I can't sleep, and I've grown a sort of fetish with them. They also made me think. What if destiny had another thing coming for me?
"Earth to Lizzie?," Miranda waved her red fingernails in front of me. "Are you with us?" She turned to Gordo. "Houston, we have a problem."
"I'm fine," I laughed, adoring how quickly the argument dissolved.
"Taken up a new career as a space cadet? You were late for class too," Gordo commented.
"Yeah, I guess I'm just not..here today," I replied, grabbing my purse and standing up. "I'll call you guys later." I planted a quick kiss on Gordo's cheek and hugged Miranda before heading off.
"Did you know the average person makes 1,040 phones calls a year?," Gordo shouted after me. I heard a familiar "Ow!" as Miranda smacked his arm again. Were things really supposed to be this way?
"Ouch!," I cried, slamming into something pink and fuzzy. Kate, of course, and her now drenched sleeveless sweater.
"Oh my god! You bitch!," She cried, dabbing her chest. She took deep breaths. "Seems like you're getting up in my business all the time now, McGuire!"
"Oh my god, Kate! What happened to your new sweater?," Claire sneered at me, having witnessed the entire thing.
"McLoser here destroyed it with her stupid flip flops," She replied, staring down at my feet. "Maybe you should get a stroller...then you won't have to walk for yourself!"
"Back off, Kate," I managed to squeak. Claire let out an I'm-so-much- better-than-you laugh.
"Ooh, good one, McGuire," She smirked.
There was something about Claire I would never understand or sympathize with. Even Kate seemed normal at times, but Claire never let her guard down. It was if nothing was there but a cheerleading uniform.
Bad days come and go. But knowledge stays forever.
~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~
A/N: Yeah, I don't really like this chapter. I need reviews to inspire me to move on again. Anyway, on to thank yous.
Caley: YAY!!! A sister back. I'm glad you liked it so far. Lol aren't we all suckers for M/G? Okay, maybe that's just me. Cheers!
KT the shimmer skank: Not a member of the Shoe Sisterhood, but just as well. I love Kate stories too; she's just such a fabulous character. Glad you like it! Thanks!
And..that's all. ::sniff::
"What do you want, McGuire?," Kate snarled below me, almost looking scared. I wasn't quite sure what to do. On one hand, Kate made my life miserable day in and day out. On the other hand, she WAS human (deep down inside) and if she was hurting herself she had to stop.
"Um..are you okay, Kate?," I asked feebly, offering her a hand up.
"Yeah, why WOULDN'T I be?," She rolled her eyes as she pulled herself up.
"Are you sure? Because it looked like-"
"I don't care what it LOOKED like, Lizzie! It was just a.clumsy moment," She said lamely, brushing off her skirt.
What was I supposed to do? I didn't know if she had ACTUALLY made herself sick. I had no proof but this weird feeling in my stomach.
"Um..okay," I responded with a sudden lack of vocabulary. "Whatever." She stared at me with her hand on her hip. Oh, right.
"Are you going to MOVE?," She questioned, pushing me out of the way. I stumbled into the wall as she gracefully stepped out of the restroom, leaving me in the gutter once again.
The bell sounded before I had time to react to what just happened. Great. Late for class and I didn't even get to apply my Very Berry lip gloss! Kate Sanders is determined to ruin my life.
~@~
"Hey, guys," I greeted Gordo and Miranda as I sat down at the lunch table. "What's up?" Miranda merely glared at Gordo as he pretended he wasn't there. "Um..okay. Is it just me, or is it cold in here?"
"Oh, hi, Lizzie," Gordo finally greeted me with a chip of bitterness. "Yeah, Miranda's just being an ass."
"I AM NOT!," She exclaimed, hitting his arm. He let out an "Ow!" and rubbed the spot vigorously. Of course they were fighting. They were always fighting. Stupid, little fights. And I was almost envious of them.
Why am I jealous of my two best friends, fighting over stupid things? Because I will never have that kind of relationship. I could never be able to fight with someone over and over again, day after day, and still love them like the great friends Gordo and Miranda are. Because I need to feel every emotion that runs through another person's mind. Because I care.
I've tried not to care so much. I've tried to pretend I don't worry about what other people think about me. But it just doesn't work. I can't help but find myself worrying whether or not telling someone to "shut up" would be completely horrible or not! What is wrong with me?
"Lizzie, honey, tell Miranda to get a life," Gordo glared at the girl next to him. I silently cringed at the "honey". Yes, everyone, I was going out with David Gordon, and not very happy.
Okay, we were happy. One of those nauseatingly perfect-for-each- other, skipping-in-the-valley-with-the-bunnies, happily-ever-after type of couples. The kind of couple-dom most people only dream about. But I was not happy as I could have been.
I've known Gordo forever. I could name for you everything from his favorite jelly bean flavor (lime) to the way he organizes his socks (dark to light colors; ribbed to smooth). But...well, have you ever read one of those romance novels where the complete opposites get together after about 150 pages of pure hatred? Those are the kinds of books I read late at night when I can't sleep, and I've grown a sort of fetish with them. They also made me think. What if destiny had another thing coming for me?
"Earth to Lizzie?," Miranda waved her red fingernails in front of me. "Are you with us?" She turned to Gordo. "Houston, we have a problem."
"I'm fine," I laughed, adoring how quickly the argument dissolved.
"Taken up a new career as a space cadet? You were late for class too," Gordo commented.
"Yeah, I guess I'm just not..here today," I replied, grabbing my purse and standing up. "I'll call you guys later." I planted a quick kiss on Gordo's cheek and hugged Miranda before heading off.
"Did you know the average person makes 1,040 phones calls a year?," Gordo shouted after me. I heard a familiar "Ow!" as Miranda smacked his arm again. Were things really supposed to be this way?
"Ouch!," I cried, slamming into something pink and fuzzy. Kate, of course, and her now drenched sleeveless sweater.
"Oh my god! You bitch!," She cried, dabbing her chest. She took deep breaths. "Seems like you're getting up in my business all the time now, McGuire!"
"Oh my god, Kate! What happened to your new sweater?," Claire sneered at me, having witnessed the entire thing.
"McLoser here destroyed it with her stupid flip flops," She replied, staring down at my feet. "Maybe you should get a stroller...then you won't have to walk for yourself!"
"Back off, Kate," I managed to squeak. Claire let out an I'm-so-much- better-than-you laugh.
"Ooh, good one, McGuire," She smirked.
There was something about Claire I would never understand or sympathize with. Even Kate seemed normal at times, but Claire never let her guard down. It was if nothing was there but a cheerleading uniform.
Bad days come and go. But knowledge stays forever.
~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~@~
A/N: Yeah, I don't really like this chapter. I need reviews to inspire me to move on again. Anyway, on to thank yous.
Caley: YAY!!! A sister back. I'm glad you liked it so far. Lol aren't we all suckers for M/G? Okay, maybe that's just me. Cheers!
KT the shimmer skank: Not a member of the Shoe Sisterhood, but just as well. I love Kate stories too; she's just such a fabulous character. Glad you like it! Thanks!
And..that's all. ::sniff::