A/N alright so this one isn't as long as others have been, but it's the
final transition, Lizzie wakes up next chapter. You're all excited right??
Gooooood! So anyways I just wanted to thank you yet again for your reviews
and I'd like to point out some things before you read. First of all Gordo
will be reffered to as David through this chapter, seeing as how he is
around 21 now I'm assuming he would shed his childhood nickname. Theres
some brief sexual stuff in this chapter, Nothing too harsh at all though.
Once again I just want to thank you guys for your support. You keep this
story going. So without further ado here it is, chapter 6....
If there was one thing in this world that David Gordon knew, it was that Miranda Sanchez hated diamonds. This the made task at hand especially arduous. What kind of a promise ring do you buy a diamond hating girl? David hadnt even know there was such a thing. He pictured Miranda's hand, with a red ruby ring.. that didn't look too bad, but instantly that image was pushed out of his head. The image that replaced it was that of a blonde child hood friend, whose fair skinned dainty hand had a shining delicate diamond on a simple golden band around its ring finger. David paused, indulging himself with the idea of marrying Lizzie. He shook his head as if to empty the idea out of his brain. Lizzie was dead. At least that's what he told himself. It had been about two and a half years and no signs of change had occurred. He wished that Mrs. McGuire would've signed those forms when the doctor first presented them to her, that was almost two years ago, the same day that he had walked out on Lizzie forever.
Miranda had never really thought too much about the fact that David hadn't shown up at Lizzie's room on the anniversary of her accident. That had been a long time ago, and actually she thought of it as a pretty positive thing. It meant that David was finally letting go of the crush that he'd had on Lizzie for most of his life. She had always thought that his kindess and good looks had been wasted on the somewhat naïve Lizzie. Sure she had had her worries, like the time she told David she loved him and he didn't reply. But a week or so later he professed his feelings toward her. Then they had made out in the backseat of his car. Miranda giggled over her salad, as she remembered his awkward fumbling and sloppy kisses. Soon enough though he had developed a wonderful technique. She sighed and smiled to herself as she plucked the onions from her cheap lunch. Where was Ethan anyways? She found it hard to believe that after years of failing grades and sleeping through class, Mr.Craft was now her boss. He owned a chain of local magazines that Miranda photographed for, she was quite pleased that her career was taking off so soon after college. Just as she was removing her cell phone from her pocket to check the time. It began to ring. It was Gordo, probably calling about their fancy dinner tonight. Miranda couldn't be more excited.
"You have to leave him Josie!" Kelin was no longer asking, but pleading with his "mistress" of about a year and a half. "He doesn't care for you like I do!" He was coming close to tears.
"I don't know Kel, I mean we have a family together, its not that I don't have feelings for you or anything, I think you're wonderful, but I'm afraid of what might happen if I leave Sam."
Kelin slunk into the chair next to the hospital bed. He hated having these conversations with Jo, especially in front of her slumbering daughter, not that she could hear them or anything, it just felt slightly awkward.
Jo buried her face into her hands, partly out of frustration, and partly out of sadness. She knew what her heart wanted, but she knew what her heart would feel if something happened to Sam.
Kelin sauntered over to where she was leaning against the wall. She was so beautiful. She had let her hair grow since Lizzie's accident and it now reached her shoulders and flipped out in an adorable hairstyle that Kelin adored. He tucked a strand of her beautiful hair behind her dainty little ear. How could someone do this to her? What was wrong with that husband of hers. He was causing her so much hurt. She was the most precious thing to him, the most delicate flower he had ever come across, suddenly he felt a hatred for Sam, a hatred unlike anything he had ever felt before. He decided that he was going to save her, his darling Josie, from all of this pain.
He tilted her head about and kissed her mouth lightly. She reciprocated with her own lips, cradling his head in her hands. He allowed her tongue to enter his mouth and his hand slid slowly up her shirt, like it had so many times before. He concluded that it was about time to say what needed to be said.
"Josephine McCullough," He said using her maiden name, something about Jo McGuire didn't sound too appealing to him.
"Yes" she whispered.
"I love you." Jo looked up, she felt confused at first, but then another fealing surfaced, one she hadn't felt in about two and a half years, and she knew what she needed to say as well.
"I love you t—"Jo's words were broken, and the peaceful smile faded as she saw, in the doorway, her husband of over twenty years standing in the door way, a deadpan expression on his face.
"SAM!" she yelled, but as usual, he had nothing to say , he turned on his heel and exited the hospital as quickly and quietly as he had entered it. Nobody saw him drop a bottle of champagne and an apologetic card in the trashcan near the exit.
Miranda glanced in the mirror one more time before leaving the house. She loved the red dress she had chosen, it hugged her in all the right places and accentuated her latina features. With an extra smear of lipstick and spray of perfume she left her apartment and hopped into her convertible, she had a strange sense of déjà vu. She remembered jumping into her little car the same way a very long time ago. That was one of the worst days of her life. And although she barely talked about it, she missed Lizzie more than anyone could ever understand. She sat reflecting on memories the two had shared, and then finally, wiping the tears from her cheeks, she pulled out of her driveway.
If there was one thing in this world that David Gordon knew, it was that Miranda Sanchez hated diamonds. This the made task at hand especially arduous. What kind of a promise ring do you buy a diamond hating girl? David hadnt even know there was such a thing. He pictured Miranda's hand, with a red ruby ring.. that didn't look too bad, but instantly that image was pushed out of his head. The image that replaced it was that of a blonde child hood friend, whose fair skinned dainty hand had a shining delicate diamond on a simple golden band around its ring finger. David paused, indulging himself with the idea of marrying Lizzie. He shook his head as if to empty the idea out of his brain. Lizzie was dead. At least that's what he told himself. It had been about two and a half years and no signs of change had occurred. He wished that Mrs. McGuire would've signed those forms when the doctor first presented them to her, that was almost two years ago, the same day that he had walked out on Lizzie forever.
Miranda had never really thought too much about the fact that David hadn't shown up at Lizzie's room on the anniversary of her accident. That had been a long time ago, and actually she thought of it as a pretty positive thing. It meant that David was finally letting go of the crush that he'd had on Lizzie for most of his life. She had always thought that his kindess and good looks had been wasted on the somewhat naïve Lizzie. Sure she had had her worries, like the time she told David she loved him and he didn't reply. But a week or so later he professed his feelings toward her. Then they had made out in the backseat of his car. Miranda giggled over her salad, as she remembered his awkward fumbling and sloppy kisses. Soon enough though he had developed a wonderful technique. She sighed and smiled to herself as she plucked the onions from her cheap lunch. Where was Ethan anyways? She found it hard to believe that after years of failing grades and sleeping through class, Mr.Craft was now her boss. He owned a chain of local magazines that Miranda photographed for, she was quite pleased that her career was taking off so soon after college. Just as she was removing her cell phone from her pocket to check the time. It began to ring. It was Gordo, probably calling about their fancy dinner tonight. Miranda couldn't be more excited.
"You have to leave him Josie!" Kelin was no longer asking, but pleading with his "mistress" of about a year and a half. "He doesn't care for you like I do!" He was coming close to tears.
"I don't know Kel, I mean we have a family together, its not that I don't have feelings for you or anything, I think you're wonderful, but I'm afraid of what might happen if I leave Sam."
Kelin slunk into the chair next to the hospital bed. He hated having these conversations with Jo, especially in front of her slumbering daughter, not that she could hear them or anything, it just felt slightly awkward.
Jo buried her face into her hands, partly out of frustration, and partly out of sadness. She knew what her heart wanted, but she knew what her heart would feel if something happened to Sam.
Kelin sauntered over to where she was leaning against the wall. She was so beautiful. She had let her hair grow since Lizzie's accident and it now reached her shoulders and flipped out in an adorable hairstyle that Kelin adored. He tucked a strand of her beautiful hair behind her dainty little ear. How could someone do this to her? What was wrong with that husband of hers. He was causing her so much hurt. She was the most precious thing to him, the most delicate flower he had ever come across, suddenly he felt a hatred for Sam, a hatred unlike anything he had ever felt before. He decided that he was going to save her, his darling Josie, from all of this pain.
He tilted her head about and kissed her mouth lightly. She reciprocated with her own lips, cradling his head in her hands. He allowed her tongue to enter his mouth and his hand slid slowly up her shirt, like it had so many times before. He concluded that it was about time to say what needed to be said.
"Josephine McCullough," He said using her maiden name, something about Jo McGuire didn't sound too appealing to him.
"Yes" she whispered.
"I love you." Jo looked up, she felt confused at first, but then another fealing surfaced, one she hadn't felt in about two and a half years, and she knew what she needed to say as well.
"I love you t—"Jo's words were broken, and the peaceful smile faded as she saw, in the doorway, her husband of over twenty years standing in the door way, a deadpan expression on his face.
"SAM!" she yelled, but as usual, he had nothing to say , he turned on his heel and exited the hospital as quickly and quietly as he had entered it. Nobody saw him drop a bottle of champagne and an apologetic card in the trashcan near the exit.
Miranda glanced in the mirror one more time before leaving the house. She loved the red dress she had chosen, it hugged her in all the right places and accentuated her latina features. With an extra smear of lipstick and spray of perfume she left her apartment and hopped into her convertible, she had a strange sense of déjà vu. She remembered jumping into her little car the same way a very long time ago. That was one of the worst days of her life. And although she barely talked about it, she missed Lizzie more than anyone could ever understand. She sat reflecting on memories the two had shared, and then finally, wiping the tears from her cheeks, she pulled out of her driveway.