no reviews *cries*
Wow my last chapters turned out a lot more depressing and angsty then I originally planned, which is ironic is a way. the whole story sprung from an anecdote i read a while back in the book "Boy Meets Girl: Say Hello to Courtship" by Joshua harris and its very spiritually based. If anyone in interested in it, you should pick it up. I feel slightly guilty in taking out spiritual part.
I'm torn.. Should i ruin the story and say what the couple would be at the end... like L/___!! G/____!! READ READ READ! apparently what i'm doing now isnt working.
So tell me what you think...
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.Chapter 5 - Lovers' Walk.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~
A overly dramatic sigh escaped, again. She's been doing a lot of that lately.
'Why is this so complicated? Is it really that complex? Why can't two people who have known each other their whole lives make a simple friendship work? Is having just a friendship with a guy really impossible without it becoming more?' she thought. She looked down at her blank paper; then at the four textbooks stuffed with handouts sitting by her door. Sigh.
Normally Lizzie would just speed dial Gordo and ask for help on her geometry homework, a title for her English essay, or how exactly Mr. O'Connor could keep his hideous hairpiece on his head when he sneezes. Sigh.
"You know what," she stated matter-of-factly to nobody in particular "this isn't worth it."
She promptly picked up her clear purple phone and started to dial. Started. "What am I supposed to say now? 'Oh Gordo I missed your help on homework, please forget everything we've been through and tell me the answers for my geometry homework.' I can't."
Pride? Fear? Uncomfortableness? She wasn't sure which it was, but whatever it was it was powerful enough to keep her from talking to her friend for almost a month.
'If this is way too hard, maybe we weren't meant to be together, as friends or otherwise. He should move on and get a girl where he would get his feelings returned."
She looked out her window to see the sunset. She still has some time before it gets dark. Another walk is called for. And plus, she has the rest of the weekend to do her homework.
She grabbed her CD player, her favorite mix, and her sneakers. She then grabbed her light jacket and passed the load of work next to her door. She needed her place.
Her place. A small corner of a large reservoir/lake in a sea of beautiful, stately trees whose breath-taking, autumn colors are so close that local residents claim you can breath them in. She has her rock to stare out at the calm water and watch the geese and ducks being fed by little children and their parents across the lake. All it was was a large rock, perfect for sitting, and bushes enclosing it on three sides and the other side being the water.
Despite being about a mile or two away, she would always go whenever her life had gone slightly awry. Fights with Miranda and Gordo frequently led her here. Petty fights that are often forgotten within a week's time.
Sometimes in the past, she would leave her rock and she would watch the people pass by from a bench. Some of them walking around with their dogs; some others playing with their children; some skaters and bikers. The people she likes to watch the most are the newlyweds and young couples. She actually witnessed a proposal. She was close to tears, despite the fact she never met them. She could always tell when a couple was in love and how far they were along in their relationship. (A/N: cough*irony*cough haha)
She loved watching the lovers pace around the lake's beaten track. She loved romance. She loved the classic Disney princesses, and the romantic-comedies, but something about the couples in the park hit more at home. They are more real. They don't have overly-dramatic romances like the ones in the movie. They bickered occassionally, talk about where they want to go after their walk, and how the local teams are doing. Not ever conversation was a long romantic platitude professing undying love. But you could tell the affection they shared.
'I need that.' she said to herself, sitting at her favorite rock. She could almost picture Miranda screaming in her ear, "Then get off your bum and get someone! Stop being lazy and go!" Lizzie smirked.
"She's right," She began to say to herself outloud, "I need initiative, or at least have a clue about what I'm gonna do." She prompted patted her pockets for anything she could write on. Alas! She fould something. An old receipt from the Digital Bean and a small pencil she took from the mini-golf place in her back pocket. She read somewhere that whenever you have a goal you want to reach, you should write it down.
She tapped the end of the pencil against her lip to think what she should write first.
'#1. Be on at least speaking terms with Gordo.' She scribbled down. Being overcome with stress by this whole Gordo situation couldn't be good for her. Loose ends had to be tied. Just when she finished she noticed a skipping rock strangely close to her.
She pushed aside some branches of the bushes that separated her and whoever was on the other side. She peered through avoiding thorns on some of the branches. More skipping rocks.
She saw a boy.
Suddenly, she retreated back to her rock and scribbled down #2.
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*GASP* Who can it be?! *evil grin*
Review!
Wow my last chapters turned out a lot more depressing and angsty then I originally planned, which is ironic is a way. the whole story sprung from an anecdote i read a while back in the book "Boy Meets Girl: Say Hello to Courtship" by Joshua harris and its very spiritually based. If anyone in interested in it, you should pick it up. I feel slightly guilty in taking out spiritual part.
I'm torn.. Should i ruin the story and say what the couple would be at the end... like L/___!! G/____!! READ READ READ! apparently what i'm doing now isnt working.
So tell me what you think...
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.Chapter 5 - Lovers' Walk.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~
A overly dramatic sigh escaped, again. She's been doing a lot of that lately.
'Why is this so complicated? Is it really that complex? Why can't two people who have known each other their whole lives make a simple friendship work? Is having just a friendship with a guy really impossible without it becoming more?' she thought. She looked down at her blank paper; then at the four textbooks stuffed with handouts sitting by her door. Sigh.
Normally Lizzie would just speed dial Gordo and ask for help on her geometry homework, a title for her English essay, or how exactly Mr. O'Connor could keep his hideous hairpiece on his head when he sneezes. Sigh.
"You know what," she stated matter-of-factly to nobody in particular "this isn't worth it."
She promptly picked up her clear purple phone and started to dial. Started. "What am I supposed to say now? 'Oh Gordo I missed your help on homework, please forget everything we've been through and tell me the answers for my geometry homework.' I can't."
Pride? Fear? Uncomfortableness? She wasn't sure which it was, but whatever it was it was powerful enough to keep her from talking to her friend for almost a month.
'If this is way too hard, maybe we weren't meant to be together, as friends or otherwise. He should move on and get a girl where he would get his feelings returned."
She looked out her window to see the sunset. She still has some time before it gets dark. Another walk is called for. And plus, she has the rest of the weekend to do her homework.
She grabbed her CD player, her favorite mix, and her sneakers. She then grabbed her light jacket and passed the load of work next to her door. She needed her place.
Her place. A small corner of a large reservoir/lake in a sea of beautiful, stately trees whose breath-taking, autumn colors are so close that local residents claim you can breath them in. She has her rock to stare out at the calm water and watch the geese and ducks being fed by little children and their parents across the lake. All it was was a large rock, perfect for sitting, and bushes enclosing it on three sides and the other side being the water.
Despite being about a mile or two away, she would always go whenever her life had gone slightly awry. Fights with Miranda and Gordo frequently led her here. Petty fights that are often forgotten within a week's time.
Sometimes in the past, she would leave her rock and she would watch the people pass by from a bench. Some of them walking around with their dogs; some others playing with their children; some skaters and bikers. The people she likes to watch the most are the newlyweds and young couples. She actually witnessed a proposal. She was close to tears, despite the fact she never met them. She could always tell when a couple was in love and how far they were along in their relationship. (A/N: cough*irony*cough haha)
She loved watching the lovers pace around the lake's beaten track. She loved romance. She loved the classic Disney princesses, and the romantic-comedies, but something about the couples in the park hit more at home. They are more real. They don't have overly-dramatic romances like the ones in the movie. They bickered occassionally, talk about where they want to go after their walk, and how the local teams are doing. Not ever conversation was a long romantic platitude professing undying love. But you could tell the affection they shared.
'I need that.' she said to herself, sitting at her favorite rock. She could almost picture Miranda screaming in her ear, "Then get off your bum and get someone! Stop being lazy and go!" Lizzie smirked.
"She's right," She began to say to herself outloud, "I need initiative, or at least have a clue about what I'm gonna do." She prompted patted her pockets for anything she could write on. Alas! She fould something. An old receipt from the Digital Bean and a small pencil she took from the mini-golf place in her back pocket. She read somewhere that whenever you have a goal you want to reach, you should write it down.
She tapped the end of the pencil against her lip to think what she should write first.
'#1. Be on at least speaking terms with Gordo.' She scribbled down. Being overcome with stress by this whole Gordo situation couldn't be good for her. Loose ends had to be tied. Just when she finished she noticed a skipping rock strangely close to her.
She pushed aside some branches of the bushes that separated her and whoever was on the other side. She peered through avoiding thorns on some of the branches. More skipping rocks.
She saw a boy.
Suddenly, she retreated back to her rock and scribbled down #2.
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~
*GASP* Who can it be?! *evil grin*
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