True Love Will Survive

[ {:} Chapter One {:} Everything is Perfect {:} ]


"Hey Sweetie!"

"Hey Honey, how are you?" asked Lizzie as she kissed her boyfriend David on the lips. They've been together since 9th grade, and have so far had a perfect relationship. Little disagreements have come up now and then but nothing major that is even worth remembering.

"Nothing, I've been dying to see you though." David said in a soft, dreaming voice. Lizzie giggled and gave him another kiss.

"I've been dying to see you too," she replied. She closed her locker door and they began to walk to their morning class.

"Hey guys!" yelled Miranda. She'd been friends with both Lizzie and David, or Gordo as she still called him, since all of them could remember. "Are you both coming to my party tonight?" she asked.

"Of course, why would we miss it? I mean, we've only been your best friends since what... we were potty trained?" replied David. They all laughed.

"I know, but I'm kind of nervous. I mean, this is one of the last parties we'll be at together before graduation." Miranda said, with a frown. Graduation had always seemed so far away, now with it so close, it was very sad for them all.

"Man, graduation." Lizzie said. "Can you believe it? In 3 months we'll all be out of here, and going to college."

"Yeah." David frowned.

"What's wrong, David?" a concerned Lizzie asked.

"Nothing..." he said. "Just the thought of graduating. I've looked forward to it for so long, but I now just want it to go away." The bell rang before anyone could reply. Lizzie kissed David on the cheek and went into her class, leaving David to go to his own class.

Graduation... college... no Miranda... no Lizzie... David thought. I wish I were in 9th grade again.

12:05 - LUNCH TIME - AT LIZZIE'S

Since the high school was so close to Lizzie's house, the trio always went to her place for lunch. It has been this way since 9th grade, and everyone really enjoyed it. Homemade meals courtesy of Mrs. McGuire, television, magazines... the perfect lunch hour.

"Hey, Lizzie, look at this!" exclaimed Miranda. "This would be perfect for you!"

Miranda held out "Teen Monthly" for Lizzie to see. The page showed a light pink spaghetti-strap gown with sparkles on the bodice.

"Oh my gosh, Miranda! I love it! How much is it?"

"Um..." Miranda looked at the magazine. "$350.00"

"Ouch. Kind of pricey, I'll have to check my money-stash. Be right back!" Lizzie quickly ran upstairs. She had been saving most of her money since 11th grade anticipating finding the perfect gown.

"Miranda."

"Yeah, Gordo?" Miranda answered, her nose still stuck in "Teen Monthly."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure." Miranda put the magazine down, and gave her attention to her friend. "What is it?"

"Are you scared?"

"Scared of what?"

"Getting older." David looked down. "Getting older and moving on."

"Sometimes." she stated. "But you know, what would happen if we never moved on? What would happen if we never grew old, got married, had kids, retired... whatever. That would kind of suck wouldn't it?"

"I guess... but I mean. Things are so perfect now. I have Lizzie, friends, family, a great life, great love... everything is so perfect now. I don't want it to end."

"It won't end." said Lizzie. She had overheard most of the conversation from the stairwell. "As long as we all have each other, we'll make it. We're friends for life, remember? We never let each other down. We always make things write again." She sat beside her boyfriend, and gave him a hug. Grabbing Miranda's hand she said, "We'll make it. Just wait and see."