First off, thank you to all the wonderful people who reviewed and you all have such wonderful things to say. And second off, I'd like to apologize for any confusion this chapter may cause it's really really early in the morning where I'm at, and instead of sleeping, my muse and gripped me by the shoulders and drug me over to the computer screen and is demanding I write. So here I go! I hope you enjoy! Please, read and review!
The rain began without warning; the darkened night sky was illuminated by the electric purple bolt that stretched across the sky. Lizzie involuntary felt herself jump as the thunder shook the frame of the house.
She suddenly wished she hadn't put Tori to bed, or that Miranda wasn't out on a date with her younger brother. She had no idea where Danny was at, and wasn't particularly in the mood to call Danny. Gordo had been locked in his room the past several days working on his latest project, a series of commercials, with the six weeks he'd filmed almost a dozen, if not more.
Lizzie pulled her legs onto the couch and smoothed her pale hands over the fabric of the jeans. Like it had been since she'd discussed with Miranda about running, her mind was racing. Deep within her heart she was aware Danny was a safe choice, but a choice that didn't come with overpowering emotions.
She heard light footsteps on the stairs and felt her heart pound. This was a feeling she tried in vain to fight. But as the dark haired figure jogged down the steps and around the corner into the kitchen, she felt her stomach give a common twist. The aching in her heart also grew. He was like a virus that had swept through her. Before she had much more time to dwell on this fact, he suddenly stopped at the bottom of the stairs. His dark eyes locked on her.
"You all right?" he asked.
She raised her hazel eyes to meet his. For the first time, in over two months, she actually looked into his eyes, quickly, she felt herself lost, sinking into a different world.
"Lizzie," he stated softly, his fingers brushed her shoulder.
She jumped at the touch and blinked, forcing herself to bring her focus back to now. "Sit down," she whispered.
Gordo looked surprised at the command, considering she'd hardly spoken to him at all within the past nine weeks. He sat on the arm of the couch, titling his head to the side. The raven locks fell over his eyebrows as silence filled the room.
"I know that I've been acting pretty off, but, it's not your fault. I've just got some thing I'm trying to deal with. I shouldn't take it out on you," she explained quickly.
"You know that if you have any problems that you can talk to me right?" he asked, sliding down onto the couch beside her.
Lizzie bit her lip and nodded. "I know. I just wanted to apologize for anything I've done."
Gordo smiled gently and patted her knee.
Lizzie tired to think of something to say, something to keep him there longer, but her mind drew a blank. Finally, she looked up at him and nodded towards the stairs. "You'd better get back to work, you've been doing so great."
He nodded. "Yeah, things might finally be starting to change."
Lizzie smiled as he went quickly back to his room. She felt the smile slip away from her lips as she stood up and walked over to the stairs. She waited until she heard the click of the door then she made her way up the stairs. Her heart pounded in her throat. She'd been lucky he hadn't decided to stop in the bathroom. She'd hidden it, but not that well.
She glanced over her shoulder as she turned the knob and went into the bathroom. Shutting the door quickly, she leaned back against the solid oak, her heart pounding. She saw the small white shape beneath the sheets of toilet paper she'd tossed on it, the box she'd forgotten about and it laid in plain sight on top of the trash. The new kind, promising a plain, easy to read digital answer. She rubbed her hands over her face stepping closer.
As her hand reached to move the toilet paper, she pulled it away and sat down on the edge of the tub. Her mind raced with what if's and nervous thoughts. She couldn't deny the anticipation.
Once she couldn't take it any longer, she picked up the toilet paper and tossed it over the empty pregnancy test box in the trash and grabbed the test.
The box was right, the answer was simple to read.