Larry mumbled incoherently.
Ethan approached the steps, skeptically. After all, this was Larry Tudgeman. And he might not have been mean to him, but he ignored him. Which was probably much worse.
Ethan took a seat on the step, a good foot from Larry. They sat uncomfortably in an awkward minute of silence. Why am I here? Ethan thought to himself.
He couldn't stomach the stillness any longer. He glanced over at Larry a number of times, but he still said nothing. He just stared longingly up into the sky, like he was studying the stars. Why won't he say anything? I'm trying to be nice here.
You know, what, Tudgeman? If you don't want to say anything, then fine. You can stay out here, friendless, as usual. With that, Ethan stomped back through the gym doors, back to the reunion.
Larry, silently, but defiantly, started down the road. The road to nowhere.
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Kate, her cheeks still tear-stained and her eyes still bloodshot, faked a smile as she sat across the table from her former friends, Lizzie and Miranda.
So, what's new, girls?
Lizzie squeaked.
How's the family?
Miranda said, with a tinge of sarcasm in her voice.
Got boyfriends?
Lizzie said.
Miranda replied.
Where do you guys live now?
Miranda stood up, boldly going where no man (or woman, or child, for that matter) has ever gone before: to defy Kate.
What is this, the third degree? Miranda yelled.
The tears coming back to her eyes, Kate spoke again.
Miranda, please sit down. She reluctantly agreed. Lizzie, Miranda...I know I haven't been that nice to you in the past few years.
Ha! Understatement of the year, Miranda remarked. Kate ignored the comment.
But I really want to make it up to you. I'd do anything. I really love you guys, and I've realized a lot in past hour, not to mention, the last few years. And...
Miranda scoffed.
Kate, we wouldn't accept your apology if you payed us. You were horrible to us, end of story. No questions asked, Miranda proclaimed, grabbing Lizzie's hand as she tried her best to walk calmly away from the table.
Kate hid her face in her hands as she bawled her eyes out.
A soft voice came up from behind her.
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When the two girls reached the bathroom, Lizzie was ready to strangle her best friend.
Miranda, what was that? she screeched.
What was what? Miranda said, nonchalantly.
You didn't have to yell at Kate like that. She's already depressed enough as it is.
Miranda turned to her friend.
Years of torture, grief, and nothing but pain, and you want to forgive her...like that?
I know you never liked her that much in the first place, but we were friends at one point, you know.
That just makes it worse. We were friends and she left us in the dust, Miranda said, while applying more lip gloss.
Lizzie grabbed the lip gloss tube out of her friend's hands and threw it at the wall.
That's not the point! We were friends! And maybe I wanted to forgive her!
Well, maybe you should've said something!
If you weren't such an obnoxious, controlling jerk, maybe I could've!
Well if you weren't such a prissy little weakling, I'd let you talk once in a while!
God, who are you, Miranda? You've turned into such a...
A what? Come on, let me hear you say it.
Lizzie said, unsure at first.
I want to hear it. Say it, Lizzie. Say it. Miranda said, moving farther up in Lizzie's face.
Lizzie said, this time more confident.
Tell me, Lizzie, what am I? What am I?
Suddenly, Lizzie exploded.
GO TO HELL, MIRANDA.
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[A/N: Very little to be said. Double digit chapters, oooh, I'm happy. Go read A Summer To Remember by love-fool if you're not already because I love-love-LOVE it. And, of course, as always, I will advertise for TheRealXenocide. Go read No time to waste because it's the best fan fiction I've ever read. Point blank. Next to be updated: A Midweekend Night's Dream. You can probably expect an update tomorrow. Please let me know if you like my story so far. This wasn't one of my better chapters, i realize. But just review and let me know. Thanks.]
