A/N: I've realized that this story is moving along so slowly. And it sucks.
I wish I wasn't where I am. I wish it was almost over. I wish we were at
the...wait, I almost said something illegal there. Almost gave something
away. Not good.
Reviews:
BrownEyedGurl: Really? Well, thank you. I personally didn't like it, but when do I ever like anything I write?
Chapter 8
~Sophomore Year~
Lizzie and I never officially said we were dating. But, we pretty much were. After that first night, we kept seeing each other. Just the two of us. We kept kissing. We weren't seeing other people and it was just understood by everyone that this was occurring.
Lizzie did call me her boyfriend though. One of our teachers was complaining/joking about the couples he always gets in his classes and how they're all lovey-dovey with each other. Lizzie said she'd try to keep it down with her boyfriend. Which is automatically entertaining, because Lizzie and I aren't really lovey-dovey.
So, I suppose she's my girlfriend.
"Are you and Lizzie together now, son?" My dad said one morning at breakfast.
"Why would you say that, Dad?" I responded, playing it cool, as always.
"Oh, I don't know. It just seems that maybe there's something going on that I don't know about." He narrowed his eyes, trying to find some sort of twitching or shifting. Something to show I'm lying. Not coming from me.
"Not a thing." I grabbed an apple and left for school.
I don't know exactly why I couldn't just say yes. I know he likes Lizzie. That's obvious. Even if he didn't like her, he'd at least be used to her. She's been around forever, and plus, he wouldn't have 'exposed' me to Lizzie in the first place if he approve of her. he probably wanted us to get together somewhere in the back of his mind. I really think that our parents have been planning this since the conception. I know he would be happy about it. I know he would probably give me some sort of 'no means no' speech, and I would zone him out. There isn't really a reason to avoid it though. For some reason, I just try so hard to keep my life separate from his. I try and let him know nothing.
~Senior Year~
"Have you started applying anywhere?" Davis asked.
"No."
"What do you want to do, David?"
"I don't know."
"Did you used to have any dreams or aspirations?" He wasn't being mean, I knew he just wanted to know why such 'a bright kid with potential' was 'throwing away college.'
"Yeah." I answered shortly.
"And they are?" He extended his arm out to get more out of me.
"Film. I wanted to be a director."
"And why did you stop?"
"When I left Hillridge, I left Gordo behind. Everything that he was, it's gone."
"And I suppose I will find that out in the rest of your paper." I nodded. "Which by the way, is very interesting. Ever considered writing?"
I thought of Branco's class and the award then. "No." I lied.
"Will you just think of applying to some college? Even a community college. You're smart, David. You know that. Your teachers know that. We just want you to use your intelligence wisely."
"Got it."
A/N: A little foreshadowing in there. Short again. Oh well. I think that they will all be pretty short.
I think the reason I'm not happy with this is because I know how amazing Rob Thomas's version is. I know the way his words just speak to you and pull you in. I don't do that. Not even close. I'm totally ruining his amazing story. I'm just happy that none of my reviewers have actually read "Rats Saw God" (even though they should) and that they can't tell me what I already know.
Reviews:
BrownEyedGurl: Really? Well, thank you. I personally didn't like it, but when do I ever like anything I write?
Chapter 8
~Sophomore Year~
Lizzie and I never officially said we were dating. But, we pretty much were. After that first night, we kept seeing each other. Just the two of us. We kept kissing. We weren't seeing other people and it was just understood by everyone that this was occurring.
Lizzie did call me her boyfriend though. One of our teachers was complaining/joking about the couples he always gets in his classes and how they're all lovey-dovey with each other. Lizzie said she'd try to keep it down with her boyfriend. Which is automatically entertaining, because Lizzie and I aren't really lovey-dovey.
So, I suppose she's my girlfriend.
"Are you and Lizzie together now, son?" My dad said one morning at breakfast.
"Why would you say that, Dad?" I responded, playing it cool, as always.
"Oh, I don't know. It just seems that maybe there's something going on that I don't know about." He narrowed his eyes, trying to find some sort of twitching or shifting. Something to show I'm lying. Not coming from me.
"Not a thing." I grabbed an apple and left for school.
I don't know exactly why I couldn't just say yes. I know he likes Lizzie. That's obvious. Even if he didn't like her, he'd at least be used to her. She's been around forever, and plus, he wouldn't have 'exposed' me to Lizzie in the first place if he approve of her. he probably wanted us to get together somewhere in the back of his mind. I really think that our parents have been planning this since the conception. I know he would be happy about it. I know he would probably give me some sort of 'no means no' speech, and I would zone him out. There isn't really a reason to avoid it though. For some reason, I just try so hard to keep my life separate from his. I try and let him know nothing.
~Senior Year~
"Have you started applying anywhere?" Davis asked.
"No."
"What do you want to do, David?"
"I don't know."
"Did you used to have any dreams or aspirations?" He wasn't being mean, I knew he just wanted to know why such 'a bright kid with potential' was 'throwing away college.'
"Yeah." I answered shortly.
"And they are?" He extended his arm out to get more out of me.
"Film. I wanted to be a director."
"And why did you stop?"
"When I left Hillridge, I left Gordo behind. Everything that he was, it's gone."
"And I suppose I will find that out in the rest of your paper." I nodded. "Which by the way, is very interesting. Ever considered writing?"
I thought of Branco's class and the award then. "No." I lied.
"Will you just think of applying to some college? Even a community college. You're smart, David. You know that. Your teachers know that. We just want you to use your intelligence wisely."
"Got it."
A/N: A little foreshadowing in there. Short again. Oh well. I think that they will all be pretty short.
I think the reason I'm not happy with this is because I know how amazing Rob Thomas's version is. I know the way his words just speak to you and pull you in. I don't do that. Not even close. I'm totally ruining his amazing story. I'm just happy that none of my reviewers have actually read "Rats Saw God" (even though they should) and that they can't tell me what I already know.