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~Chapter 14~
I had never been so angry. I was beyond angry. I was enraged, fuming, blazing, wrathful, I could feel my blood boiling, my eyes were out of focus. I was cooling down now, but I swear, it had taken all my will power to hold myself together and keep from exploding. And I mean literally. Boom.
Anyway, I must have drifted off, because when I woke up, all the lights on the plane had been turned off to let everyone sleep. I thought at first that I had woken because of the extremely uncomfortable position I was sleeping in. But then I heard a sound that hunted down every last shred of anger I had left and slaughtered it: the sound of Lizzie crying in her sleep. It had to be her. I knew her better than any one else. I knew her cry.
And in the silence, broken only by her soft weeping, I heard my heart shatter.
I wanted to puke. What had I done? Gordo, you moron!
For a moment I became frantic and panicky: Now she hates me for sure. She'll never forgive me. I blew it!
But then, somehow, my mind cleared. I reached up and pulled down the blanket separating us. I reached over to Lizzie, but hesitated. How could I touch her? She was so pure, so innocent, and I could feel the ashes of hate on my fingertips.
Do it, I commanded myself.
I lifted her up (she was sleeping so deeply that she didn't even notice) and moved the armrest. I pulled her closer to me, laying her down against me. She curled up, adjusting subconsciously to me.
I was nervous. Nervous? Hah. I was terrified. What if she woke up and slapped me? Or killed me? (Which I was sure she could manage if she was mad enough. I knew I could.) Calm down, Gordo. This is Lizzie we're talking about. No matter what, she's still your best friend and she's upset, so it's your job to make everything better. Even more so since it's your fault she's so miserable.
She was still crying. Whimpering. Probably dreaming of me stabbing her to death, I thought sourly. Sour at myself, though. Not her.
Anyway, I draped the blanket over us and hesitantly put me arms around her, pulling her to me, holding her close.
"Shh," I whispered in her ear. "Quiet now. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's okay, you're alright. Shh, shh, you're alright. I'm sorry. Oh, Lizzie, I'm so sorry. "
Something stung at my eyes. Tears? Me? You fool. You love her. You love her. Her pain is your pain.
I was just drifting to sleep when I noticed her CD player blinking. She must have hit pause when she fell asleep. I put on the headphones, pushing play. What had she heard as she had slipped into unconsciousness?
Didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'?
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'?
Feelin' all alone without a friend, you know, you feel like dyin'
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'?
Feelin' all alone without a friend, you know, you feel like dyin'
Oh, didn't I, didn't I, didn't I see you cryin'?
A Note: See? I told you it would get better! I have a few more chapters planned for this and then I'm thinking maybe…sequel? What do you guys think? Let me know in the reviews! If I do do a sequel, it's gonna be really good, but there's only gonna be one. I'm not gonna do a trilogy or anything. Anyway, hope you liked my little platonic-sleeping-between-friends scene. Let me know how I'm doing!
~Bethany*Katherine~