NOTE TO READERS: I was told that my chapters are too short, well I hope
this one is better. Sorry it takes me so long to update but I just want to
make it perfect. If something doesn't flow right I spend the time to make
it perfect. That's how I write, I hope the readers of this story wont get
too frustrated about having to wait, but if you do, I'm sorry. Please
ENJOY!
"Miranda! Gordo!" Jo McGuire yelled for a third time trying to get Randa and Dave's attention, but it didn't seem to do much good. They remained, expressionless, in the doorway.
"They aren't Miranda and Gordo anymore." Lizzie sadly whispered, looking down at the hospital sheets while sitting up in the bed. Finally, both Randa and Dave expressed their presence in the room, by looking around, obviously uncomfortable.
"Yeah," Kate said, trying to break the tension, but her voice wouldn't stop trembling. "They.... uh...change their.... n.. names, they go by...R..R...Randa and Dave, now." She started breathing regularly when she finished, but avoided eye contact with all.
"Oh." Jo looked around the room, full of fidgety teenagers, moving her eyes from one to the other. She giggled slightly, and suddenly the room filled with nervous laughter. "Well, today has been a little...." Jo giggled instead of actually saying the word. The awkwardness had finally gotten to her.
Lizzie soon noticed her mother's state and felt that she had put Jo through enough tragedy already. She quickly looked straight at Kate to get her attention. As Kate turned towards her, Lizzie motioned towards her mother and nodded. Somehow, Kate understood and instantly left the room, taking Jo with her.
Soon the room fell to complete silence. The three, once best friends who used to tell each other everything, couldn't even bare to look at one another. It hurt Lizzie so much that she couldn't tell them everything she was feeling, but that was the way her life was now. She only believed in lying, secrets, and beyond anything, hiding.
Lizzie tried constantly to think of something to say, as well as the others among her, but no one spoke a word. There were no words to fix their problems and nothing anyone could do to repair the lost friendship between the three. Lizzie looked to the floor, disgusted with herself and sighted the camera bag lying on the floor with the strap tightly held in Dave's trembling hand. Once again Lizzie thought back to the old times, the good times, back when her biggest worries were nothing more than dealing with a crush, or doing good on a test, and no matter what happened, Miranda and Gordo would always be there.
The memories flooded Lizzie's mind so fast, that despite all her years of hiding her emotions, she couldn't help but smile and before she realized it, she had spoken. "I can't believe you still carry that around EVERYWHERE!"
Dave and Randa soon found themselves giggling slightly. It broke the silence, as well as the tension, for a brief moment, but once again the room became dead silent and all six eyes were avoiding contact. The silence seemed to be getting to Randa more than the others and the frustrated look lying on her face showed her irritation.
"How could you lie like that?!" Randa burst out. Dave stood there, confused. Although he was usually the best at reading between the lines, he couldn't comprehend this and was about to speak up, until Lizzie beat him to it.
"I...." was all Lizzie could say, before Randa went on a rampage.
"You KNOW it's not HIS!!"
Dave's expression became more distorted at this, "What am I missing?" Both girls just ignored him, they were too busy in their own quarrel to fill him in. "What's going on?!"
By now Randa held so much anger for Lizzie that she couldn't help but give some to Dave. "What the FUCK is wrong with you? What do you think I am talking about, math class?" She turned towards Dave and began shouting right in his face, "Think about it, wont you? The list, she's pregnant, MY boyfriend!"
Dave became a little frightened at this. In the past, Miranda would never have yelled at Gordo with so much force, but these were different times, different circumstances, and they all were different people.
Lizzie, who had remained silent until now, spoke up with more force than previously, "Don't yell at him!! He has nothing to do with this!"
At this, Randa grew even angrier, "Don't you DARE tell me what to do. You're the one to give out advice, you dirty WHORE!" Randa walked right up to Lizzie, her finger pointing in her face. "And you know why you did it, why you slept with him?"
"Because you are lousy in bed?" Lizzie said with confidence. She wasn't prepared to respond to Randa's ranting, but Lizzie had been responding to people in her snobby tone for so long, that it slipped out.
Randa was stunned, but not defeated, "NO, you slut! Its because you were jealous! Jealous of what we had and what you never would, a TRUE relationship!"
"Is that jealousy of the relationship in which YOU were always bitchy, or the one in which HE was always horny?!" Although Lizzie felt hatred towards Randa for the betrayal, she knew that Randa was right. Lizzie was a slut and everyone knew, so she used it to her advantage whenever the opportunity arose, and "it" always rose. While Lizzie spoke with anger, she felt guilty at ever word. She felt she would cry again, but knew she had to hide the tears from Randa, so Lizzie would win. It was always about winning in Lizzie's world, if you lost at one thing, you would never succeed again.
Randa couldn't speak anymore. The Lizzie she saw, sitting in the hospital, looked like her old friend, the one she used to confide in and run to for help, but in reality she was just an imposter. She ran out of the room, leaving Dave behind with Lizzie.
Lizzie could handle many situations, lying to her parents, fights with various people, screwing to get ahead, but this was one time she couldn't take it anymore. A confrontation with someone she used to be so close with was too hard for her, and soon the tears began to fall.
Once Dave was out of his state of shock he noticed the drops fall down Lizzie's smooth skin. He didn't think, he just rushed to her side, to comfort. Dave placed his arm around her shoulder and tried to calm her down. Immediately Lizzie embraced Dave with a hug, crying on his shoulder as he hugged her back.
Soon Lizzie realized whose arms she was in. This wasn't Gordo; this was Dave. The same Dave who had found her puking her guts along with the seven beers she had into the toilet, the same Dave who she forced to drink and inevitably slept with, and the same Dave she had ruined everything with. That one night with him changed her views of the Gordo she used to know and love as her best friend and there was nothing to be done to fix that.
Lizzie quickly pushed away from Dave and faced the other direction. He gave up in defeat and walked towards the door. As he stared down at the doorknob once more, his mind became full of every feeling inside him related to Lizzie and turned towards her.
"I don't get you Lizzie."
"What's not to get?" She tried to speak confidently, but it came out hurt and depressed, "I'm pretty, popular, and easy."
"No, your not, well you may be now but," Dave paused and rethought his approach. He spoke with frustration, "Damnit Lizzie, what happened to you? You used to be sweet innocent Lizzie, and now you're...."
"Well things change," She was rude, she had an attitude, she was the Lizzie everyone knew and hated, "Deal with it, wont you?!"
"Not this much! You don't go from pure and righteous one day and the school slut the next." Tears were dripping down Dave's face, but the anger in his voice just became harsher, "One minute your the kindhearted girl I grew up with and the next you're throwing up at a party and sleeping with anyone and now your sitting here, pregnant. One minute your the girl I knew forever, the girl I could always trust, my perfect angel, and now...now...." It was impossible for him to speak due to the tears on his face and inside his heart.
Dave rushed out before another word could be spoken from either of them, slamming the door behind him. Lizzie sat on the hospital bed, staring at the closed door, wishing that in a few seconds it would burst open with an answer to her problems, hoping that if she closed her eyes tight enough, she would awake. She would be back in her old bed, 14 years old again, and never have to replay the night with Dave, for it would have never happened. To her dismay, neither occurred. Instead, she sat there, waiting, wishing, and hoping, as her eyes flooded.
ANOTHER NOTE: So, what did you think? Is it good, bad, or something else. I would LOVE your input. Thanks for reading.
"Miranda! Gordo!" Jo McGuire yelled for a third time trying to get Randa and Dave's attention, but it didn't seem to do much good. They remained, expressionless, in the doorway.
"They aren't Miranda and Gordo anymore." Lizzie sadly whispered, looking down at the hospital sheets while sitting up in the bed. Finally, both Randa and Dave expressed their presence in the room, by looking around, obviously uncomfortable.
"Yeah," Kate said, trying to break the tension, but her voice wouldn't stop trembling. "They.... uh...change their.... n.. names, they go by...R..R...Randa and Dave, now." She started breathing regularly when she finished, but avoided eye contact with all.
"Oh." Jo looked around the room, full of fidgety teenagers, moving her eyes from one to the other. She giggled slightly, and suddenly the room filled with nervous laughter. "Well, today has been a little...." Jo giggled instead of actually saying the word. The awkwardness had finally gotten to her.
Lizzie soon noticed her mother's state and felt that she had put Jo through enough tragedy already. She quickly looked straight at Kate to get her attention. As Kate turned towards her, Lizzie motioned towards her mother and nodded. Somehow, Kate understood and instantly left the room, taking Jo with her.
Soon the room fell to complete silence. The three, once best friends who used to tell each other everything, couldn't even bare to look at one another. It hurt Lizzie so much that she couldn't tell them everything she was feeling, but that was the way her life was now. She only believed in lying, secrets, and beyond anything, hiding.
Lizzie tried constantly to think of something to say, as well as the others among her, but no one spoke a word. There were no words to fix their problems and nothing anyone could do to repair the lost friendship between the three. Lizzie looked to the floor, disgusted with herself and sighted the camera bag lying on the floor with the strap tightly held in Dave's trembling hand. Once again Lizzie thought back to the old times, the good times, back when her biggest worries were nothing more than dealing with a crush, or doing good on a test, and no matter what happened, Miranda and Gordo would always be there.
The memories flooded Lizzie's mind so fast, that despite all her years of hiding her emotions, she couldn't help but smile and before she realized it, she had spoken. "I can't believe you still carry that around EVERYWHERE!"
Dave and Randa soon found themselves giggling slightly. It broke the silence, as well as the tension, for a brief moment, but once again the room became dead silent and all six eyes were avoiding contact. The silence seemed to be getting to Randa more than the others and the frustrated look lying on her face showed her irritation.
"How could you lie like that?!" Randa burst out. Dave stood there, confused. Although he was usually the best at reading between the lines, he couldn't comprehend this and was about to speak up, until Lizzie beat him to it.
"I...." was all Lizzie could say, before Randa went on a rampage.
"You KNOW it's not HIS!!"
Dave's expression became more distorted at this, "What am I missing?" Both girls just ignored him, they were too busy in their own quarrel to fill him in. "What's going on?!"
By now Randa held so much anger for Lizzie that she couldn't help but give some to Dave. "What the FUCK is wrong with you? What do you think I am talking about, math class?" She turned towards Dave and began shouting right in his face, "Think about it, wont you? The list, she's pregnant, MY boyfriend!"
Dave became a little frightened at this. In the past, Miranda would never have yelled at Gordo with so much force, but these were different times, different circumstances, and they all were different people.
Lizzie, who had remained silent until now, spoke up with more force than previously, "Don't yell at him!! He has nothing to do with this!"
At this, Randa grew even angrier, "Don't you DARE tell me what to do. You're the one to give out advice, you dirty WHORE!" Randa walked right up to Lizzie, her finger pointing in her face. "And you know why you did it, why you slept with him?"
"Because you are lousy in bed?" Lizzie said with confidence. She wasn't prepared to respond to Randa's ranting, but Lizzie had been responding to people in her snobby tone for so long, that it slipped out.
Randa was stunned, but not defeated, "NO, you slut! Its because you were jealous! Jealous of what we had and what you never would, a TRUE relationship!"
"Is that jealousy of the relationship in which YOU were always bitchy, or the one in which HE was always horny?!" Although Lizzie felt hatred towards Randa for the betrayal, she knew that Randa was right. Lizzie was a slut and everyone knew, so she used it to her advantage whenever the opportunity arose, and "it" always rose. While Lizzie spoke with anger, she felt guilty at ever word. She felt she would cry again, but knew she had to hide the tears from Randa, so Lizzie would win. It was always about winning in Lizzie's world, if you lost at one thing, you would never succeed again.
Randa couldn't speak anymore. The Lizzie she saw, sitting in the hospital, looked like her old friend, the one she used to confide in and run to for help, but in reality she was just an imposter. She ran out of the room, leaving Dave behind with Lizzie.
Lizzie could handle many situations, lying to her parents, fights with various people, screwing to get ahead, but this was one time she couldn't take it anymore. A confrontation with someone she used to be so close with was too hard for her, and soon the tears began to fall.
Once Dave was out of his state of shock he noticed the drops fall down Lizzie's smooth skin. He didn't think, he just rushed to her side, to comfort. Dave placed his arm around her shoulder and tried to calm her down. Immediately Lizzie embraced Dave with a hug, crying on his shoulder as he hugged her back.
Soon Lizzie realized whose arms she was in. This wasn't Gordo; this was Dave. The same Dave who had found her puking her guts along with the seven beers she had into the toilet, the same Dave who she forced to drink and inevitably slept with, and the same Dave she had ruined everything with. That one night with him changed her views of the Gordo she used to know and love as her best friend and there was nothing to be done to fix that.
Lizzie quickly pushed away from Dave and faced the other direction. He gave up in defeat and walked towards the door. As he stared down at the doorknob once more, his mind became full of every feeling inside him related to Lizzie and turned towards her.
"I don't get you Lizzie."
"What's not to get?" She tried to speak confidently, but it came out hurt and depressed, "I'm pretty, popular, and easy."
"No, your not, well you may be now but," Dave paused and rethought his approach. He spoke with frustration, "Damnit Lizzie, what happened to you? You used to be sweet innocent Lizzie, and now you're...."
"Well things change," She was rude, she had an attitude, she was the Lizzie everyone knew and hated, "Deal with it, wont you?!"
"Not this much! You don't go from pure and righteous one day and the school slut the next." Tears were dripping down Dave's face, but the anger in his voice just became harsher, "One minute your the kindhearted girl I grew up with and the next you're throwing up at a party and sleeping with anyone and now your sitting here, pregnant. One minute your the girl I knew forever, the girl I could always trust, my perfect angel, and now...now...." It was impossible for him to speak due to the tears on his face and inside his heart.
Dave rushed out before another word could be spoken from either of them, slamming the door behind him. Lizzie sat on the hospital bed, staring at the closed door, wishing that in a few seconds it would burst open with an answer to her problems, hoping that if she closed her eyes tight enough, she would awake. She would be back in her old bed, 14 years old again, and never have to replay the night with Dave, for it would have never happened. To her dismay, neither occurred. Instead, she sat there, waiting, wishing, and hoping, as her eyes flooded.
ANOTHER NOTE: So, what did you think? Is it good, bad, or something else. I would LOVE your input. Thanks for reading.
