True Love Will Survive
[ {:} Chapter Twelve {:} I Will Not Cry {:} ]
"Lizzie, stop, let's talk about it!" yelled Miranda. For almost 15 minutes her friend sat in her living room silent and staring at nothing. Now, she was suddenly running down the sidewalk heading for her house. She knew her friend was going to do something insane, the look in her eyes was giving it all away.
Lizzie ran through her front door and went immediately to her room. As soon as she entered, she began picking up objects from the floor and her shelves. She ran to her parents room and grabbed a box from their closet. Her mom was sure to always save boxes for Christmas, birthdays, and any other time she might need them. She then returned to her room and started throwing in anything that reminded her of David in any way.
"Lizzie, what are you doing?" Miranda asked, breathless at her door. Lizzie is officially insane, she thought.
"I'm getting rid of David." she replied. "If he can leave, I can get rid of everything he gave me, and everything he ever touched." Tears were beginning to brim her eyes, but she pushed them back. He doesn't deserve my tears, she thought. He doesn't deserve the satisfaction of making me cry.
"But Lizzie!" Miranda yelled. "I gave you that teddy bear, and that picture frame. Hey! I gave you that pen!" She ran to the box and began taking objects back out. "You're not getting rid of me too, are you?"
"I'm sorry, Miranda." Lizzie sat down on her bed. "I just don't understand anything that is going on." She looked down at her feet, and rose once again. "We were so happy... right?" She looked at her friend, confusion crossing her face.
"I thought so.... I don't know." Miranda looked around the room, trying not to look at her friend. The sadness and anger going through both of their bodies was killing them. "Lizzie... I just don't know. Everything seemed so... perfect. I can't explain it." She sat down on the bed. "I've tried to think of a reason too. I mean, you are both my friends, so I feel betrayed and everything too."
The two friends sat side-by-side. Silence surrounded them for a long time, both of them were lost in their thoughts. Then Miranda suddenly knew what to do.
"Okay, Lizzie. Let's go."
"Go where?"
"We're going to go out. It's Friday night, we have nothing to do, so let's go out." Miranda smiled. "We're going to go to McDonald's, go to a movie, maybe go over to Kate's... then we're going to come back and I'm going to spend the night." Miranda smiled once more. She knew Lizzie wouldn't, no couldn't, be sad after this.
"Okay." Lizzie replied reluctantly. She got up and put on a pair of jeans, a white tank top, and a pair of white sandals. She had forgotten that she had spent the whole day in an old torn pair of sweats and a dirty t-shirt. "Ready, Miranda?" Lizzie asked as she got to the bottom of the stairs. Miranda had gone down early to call her mom and let her know where they were going. Lizzie walked to the kitchen, where Miranda was sitting.
"Okay, so we'll see you there, then? That's great! See you soon!" Miranda hung up the phone, and looked at Lizzie. "Oh, you look great! Are you ready?"
"Yeah, hey, who was that on the phone?" Lizzie asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, that was Claire. Her and Kate are meeting us at the theatre."
"Oh, great!" Lizzie smiled. Kate and Claire had become friends with them during the 10th grade. It seemed like they had gotten rid of their ego overnight, and they all got along like nothing had ever happened between any of them. "Well, let's go then!"
