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David Gordon didn't know what to do. He didn't know whether to cry or to be happy. The former because of the current state his best friend was in, and the latter because she didn't go through with the deed. He also didn't know if he should go talk to Lizzie, doubtless she was waiting for him in his room. He had sensed that something was not quite right with her after Miranda's death. But that was perfectly understandable, her best friend had been killed, grieving was inevitable. It fact, it would have been much stranger if Lizzie *wasn't* depressed for a little while.
What he didn't understand was why Lizzie hadn't told him about this earlier. She knew that he would instantly drop everything he was doing at any moment to help her out. It truly hurt him to know that she didn't come to him immediately when she started having these thoughts. 'But now is not the time to be pissed off Gordon, don't be selfish. You're best friend is down in your room, probably scared to death that you'll yell at her. Get your rear in gear, Gordon.' he angrily thought to himself. What kind of person was he to be upset with someone who obviously wasn't right in the head and the present time?
Gathering up the remainder of his quickly fleeting strength, Gordo went downstairs to his room. Hesitating for a moment, he knocked on the closed door. A grunt emitted by Lizzie was enough to reassure Gordo to open the door. Turning the silver doorknob, he quietly walked into his room, closing the door behind himself. It was more habit than anything that he shut the door, there was no one to disturb them anyway.
He cautiously walked over to Lizzie, who was curled in a fetal position. There was makeup smudged on Gordo's bed, mostly mascara, obviously from her crying and rolling around on it. Unsure of what to say, he sat upon the bed and scooted over to his friend. Lizzie rolled over to face her friend. Her eyes were red and puffy from all the crying she had been doing. If he thought the bed had a lot of mascara on it, well, the bed didn't hold a candle to the state Lizzie's face was in.
"I...I." she began, nervously unsure of how exactly she needed to begin this. Thankfully, Gordo realized that this situation didn't need words...yet.
"No Liz, don't. Not yet. Just, come over here." Gordo leaned over and gently wrapped his arms around Lizzie's legs and her waist, hoisting her up and placing her on his lap. Gordo tenderly cradled his crying companion in his arms, steadying her heaving frame. He crossed his legs and began slowly rocking back and forth, calming his friend down. Lizzie leaned into Gordo, resting her throbbing head on his chest. Eventually her ragged breathing got shallower, and she fell into a serene state of rest.
Softly, Gordo managed to get Lizzie into his bed, under the covers. He quickly removed her shoes and socks so she would slumber more comfortably and peacefully. He got into bed with her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. At least when she woke up she would be at ease in her friend's arms. Lizzie was too worked up for Gordo to even attempt to discuss things with her, so he decided that tomorrow was another day.
So many things were running through Gordo's head, just lying there, spooning Lizzie. He could feel her tremble in her sleep, probably having a nightmare of something or other.
"It's all right Liz, I'll be here when you wake up." Gordo lowly said, tightening his grip on her. After about 15 minutes Gordo followed his friends example, but he fell into a dreamless sleep.
Tomorrow would definitely be an interesting day.
Author's Note: Sorry there's another one, but I do believe this involves some explanation. Gordo and Lizzie are seniors in High School. Miranda was killed by a driver high on cocaine a few months ago. Lizzie never fully recovered from it. If there are any more questions, please ask. I'll answer them in the next chapters Author's note. Please R/R, I love hearing from you. Thanks!
David Gordon didn't know what to do. He didn't know whether to cry or to be happy. The former because of the current state his best friend was in, and the latter because she didn't go through with the deed. He also didn't know if he should go talk to Lizzie, doubtless she was waiting for him in his room. He had sensed that something was not quite right with her after Miranda's death. But that was perfectly understandable, her best friend had been killed, grieving was inevitable. It fact, it would have been much stranger if Lizzie *wasn't* depressed for a little while.
What he didn't understand was why Lizzie hadn't told him about this earlier. She knew that he would instantly drop everything he was doing at any moment to help her out. It truly hurt him to know that she didn't come to him immediately when she started having these thoughts. 'But now is not the time to be pissed off Gordon, don't be selfish. You're best friend is down in your room, probably scared to death that you'll yell at her. Get your rear in gear, Gordon.' he angrily thought to himself. What kind of person was he to be upset with someone who obviously wasn't right in the head and the present time?
Gathering up the remainder of his quickly fleeting strength, Gordo went downstairs to his room. Hesitating for a moment, he knocked on the closed door. A grunt emitted by Lizzie was enough to reassure Gordo to open the door. Turning the silver doorknob, he quietly walked into his room, closing the door behind himself. It was more habit than anything that he shut the door, there was no one to disturb them anyway.
He cautiously walked over to Lizzie, who was curled in a fetal position. There was makeup smudged on Gordo's bed, mostly mascara, obviously from her crying and rolling around on it. Unsure of what to say, he sat upon the bed and scooted over to his friend. Lizzie rolled over to face her friend. Her eyes were red and puffy from all the crying she had been doing. If he thought the bed had a lot of mascara on it, well, the bed didn't hold a candle to the state Lizzie's face was in.
"I...I." she began, nervously unsure of how exactly she needed to begin this. Thankfully, Gordo realized that this situation didn't need words...yet.
"No Liz, don't. Not yet. Just, come over here." Gordo leaned over and gently wrapped his arms around Lizzie's legs and her waist, hoisting her up and placing her on his lap. Gordo tenderly cradled his crying companion in his arms, steadying her heaving frame. He crossed his legs and began slowly rocking back and forth, calming his friend down. Lizzie leaned into Gordo, resting her throbbing head on his chest. Eventually her ragged breathing got shallower, and she fell into a serene state of rest.
Softly, Gordo managed to get Lizzie into his bed, under the covers. He quickly removed her shoes and socks so she would slumber more comfortably and peacefully. He got into bed with her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. At least when she woke up she would be at ease in her friend's arms. Lizzie was too worked up for Gordo to even attempt to discuss things with her, so he decided that tomorrow was another day.
So many things were running through Gordo's head, just lying there, spooning Lizzie. He could feel her tremble in her sleep, probably having a nightmare of something or other.
"It's all right Liz, I'll be here when you wake up." Gordo lowly said, tightening his grip on her. After about 15 minutes Gordo followed his friends example, but he fell into a dreamless sleep.
Tomorrow would definitely be an interesting day.
Author's Note: Sorry there's another one, but I do believe this involves some explanation. Gordo and Lizzie are seniors in High School. Miranda was killed by a driver high on cocaine a few months ago. Lizzie never fully recovered from it. If there are any more questions, please ask. I'll answer them in the next chapters Author's note. Please R/R, I love hearing from you. Thanks!
