True Love Will Survive
[ {:} Chapter Six {:} The Talk {:} ]
This chapter is very short, but the next one is much longer, and I hope to explain the whole relationship of David and Lizzie, through Lizzie's eyes. Later on, David's side is going to be explained. I'm hoping to get there tomorrow, but possibly today if I can think of a good way to go into it.
Someone e-mailed me about my websites.
Here are the addresses:
Love, Lisa Marie; a website about Lisa Marie Presley:
Double Vision; a website about Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen:
Sweet Sharon; a website about Sharon Tate:
Beautiful; a website/archive about Marilyn Monroe:
Thanks for the reviews Nerk-00 and Veritas4Eternity.
Nerk-00: Thanks a lot! I appreciate your review, and I haven't read a cheating story either. But maybe it's just because I haven't read a whole lot of LM fan fiction yet. :)
Veritas4Eternity: Actually, I could because of plagiarism. Even if I haven't got any association with the show, I can sue if someone takes my story. Keyword being MY. It's just like with authors who write newspaper articles or biographies on people - they don't own the people or events they are writing about but they can sue if people steal their stories or even a paragraph of their work. I assume with your review, you didn't actually read my story. Thanks though. Oh, and stealing of storylines is another thing all together, but by my disclaimer I was talking about the story in general... you know, stealing my original characters, writing, etc.
"Lizzie, what are you doing?" a concerned voice asked from behind.
"Eating." replied Lizzie. She turned around and looked at her mother. "I'm hungry." She turned back to the television and stared at the images before her.
"Well, I don't think that is a very good breakfast." replied her mom as she approached. She started for the cookie dough, and a hand grabbed her, it's grip getting stronger.
"Don't touch." Lizzie said, with anger flashing in her blue eyes. She picked up the cookie dough and shoved a handful into her mouth.
"Okay, well, let's talk then." She sat on the coach and patted the soft seat beside her. "Come on."
"That's okay, I'm comfortable here." her mouth still full with the dough.
"Fine. Well, tell me the whole story." she looked down at Lizzie, awaiting her words.
"David and I went to a party. He cheated on me with a tramp. We broke up. End of story. Cool, huh? Maybe I should sell it to CBS." she replied, staring at the television. She had no idea what she was watching, but all she knew is with one turn of her head and the tears would flow.
"Lizzie, come on." her mom looked at her with understanding eyes. "You have to get it all off your chest. It will do you good, trust me." Lizzie didn't move. "Come on." No movement. "Fine... I guess I'll have to find out from David." Lizzie turned around.
"You wouldn't! How could you even think of talking to that bastard!?" Lizzie's eyes shone with fury and betrayal. Her own mother was thinking of going to the enemy. Betraying her own child, the lowest thing any parent could do. "Fine, you want me to talk? I'll talk." She jumped up, and with all the anger she could muster, she started at the very beginning of her relationship with David.
