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much, there will be lots of him in the next chapter. Please continue with
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the next chapter. Also, the wait time should begin to shorten due to the
fact that I'll be out of school at the end of this week. Thank you once
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ashleah
"I hope you didn't want any tomatoes!" Miranda's cheery voice echoed in Lizzie's now empty room. She smiled a wide smile which looked whiter than ever thanks to a particularly sophisticated shade of red which was layered upon her lips. She, like always, looked amazing. Lizzie smiled and received Miranda's hug.
"These salads are amazing, I've been having them almost every day for lunch since I started work with Ethan."
"Ethan?" Lizzie inquired
"The one and only." A deep male voice replied from right behind the door. It then squeaked open and Lizzie was left staring at Ethan, whose good looks had only increased over the years. He was wearing a pare of faded blue jeans and a tight baby blue top, obviously he had taken the day off.
"Lizzie, Lizzie, Lizzie" Ethan said in that unmistakable tone.
"Hey Ethan" Lizzie replied. She was genuinely thrilled to be seeing all of her friends from high school. Miranda set down the two plastic containers that were carrying their hallowed salads. She set down her khaki messenger bag and proceeded to slather both salads in thick ranch dressing. Lizzie's mouth began to water.
Ethan plunked down and opened his Wendy's bag. Apparently his metabolism hadn't caught up with him yet, and from the looks of things, it wasn't planning on doing so anytime soon. The threesome talked, laughed, and reminisced as Ethan downed his burger, and Miranda nursed her salad as she helped Lizzie ingest her own. Ethan was smiling in Lizzie's direction an awful lot.
Things are going so wonderfully, Miranda thought to herself. Now everyone can be happy. I can have David, and Lizzie can have Ethan. I knew that there was a reasonable way to get out of this. Hmm, perhaps I should give them a bit of alone time.
"well, if you'd excuse me I have to make a visit to the little girls room. You two have fun, try not to miss me too much." Miranda turned on her heel and exited the room.
Ethan crumpled his now empty foil wrapper and tossed it nonchalantly into the trash can. The chair produced a shrill scream as he dragged it closer to Lizzie's bed. He ran his fingers through his still fabulous hair before offering Lizzie a bite of his frosty. Lizzie politely declined, the last thing she wanted was for someone this cute to be feeding her a frosty. Lizzie could just see the ice cream sliding down from her mouth. Ethan then cleared his throat.
"So, Lizzie did you hear about Kate and Tudge? It's totally weird."
"Yeah, I did, "Lizzie said half chuckling, "but I'm happy for them."
"Me, too, Kate deserves the best. So...umm are you going to the wedding?"
"well, as it turns out, I happen to be the maid of honor."
Ethan's eyes lit up "Aww, Lizzie that's awesome."
The pair sat in silence for a few minutes and Lizzie couldn't help but wonder if what the hell was taking Miranda so long. Had she fallen in or something?
Just as Lizzie was about to spout off some excuse for Ethan to leave he grabbed her hand.
"Lizzie, you haven't changed one bit, you're still the sweet, sexy girl that I gave my class ring to"
"Ethan, that was a long time ago" Lizzie stirred awkwardly as the events from their year-long relationship whizzed through her brain, he had broken up with her on prom night, for Veruca, who had surprised everyone by dropping lots of weight and becoming easily the prettiest girl in Hillridge. She remembers the exact moment when he dumped her as if it had been yesterday. One minute the two were dancing happily next to Miranda and her date, and the next he had taken Lizzie aside to "get some punch". Right by the punch bowl is where he had done it. She'll never forget his words. "Uhhh, Lizzie, can I like have my umm ring, cuz Veruca's looking pretty hot, and we both talked on the phone and decided that it would be pretty coolie if we started dating, it's not you lizzie, you're awesome, but I've been telling you since middle school: you're just not girlfriend material." Lizzie stood shocked, a years worth of tears shimmered in her eyes, she softly removed the golden ring from around her neck and handed it to Ethan. "awww thanks babe, you're the best" and with that he had given her a quick peck on the cheek and retreated to the red headed siren who was waiting for him on the dance floor. Lizzie had left the dance early and spent the remainder of the evening at Gordo's house. Gordo In one of his protests to conformity had decided not to attend prom. She knocked on his door at just a little past midnight. Gordo answered the door as Lizzie stood there on his doorstep, her poofy pink dress blowing in the wind, the curls in her hair tangling with every breeze as black tears crawled down her face. Gordo had only to look at her and he knew. He wrapped his arms around him and they talked all night long. He reassured her that she was the best catch any guy could ever hope for. He also tried to convincer her that Ethan was a homosexual. She fell asleep in his arms that night. As Lizzie sat in her bed recalling this moment she realized that it was the best sleep she had ever gotten. After that Ethan hardly ever entered her thoughts, by the time Lizzie's accident occurred, her and Ethan and hadn't spoken a single word to each other in at least a month. And now, here he was, the boy who had broken her heart, sitting at her bed, hitting on her, yet again.
"Lizzie, I fucked up, I know, but I'm an entirely different person now, I actually use my brain now. Anyone could tell you that I was a real moron in high school, but do I sound like a moron now? I've wised up Lizzie, and after dating around for some years I realize that you're the best thing I've ever had. I was a fool to let you go, and I feel remorse like you could never imagine on a daily basis, please Lizzie, give me another chance...be my date to the wedding, I promise I'll show you a good time."
To Lizzie's surprise she saw tears dancing on the brim of Ethan's lower eyelid. She wanted to say no, she wanted to say no so badly, but her sweet disposition got the better of her, and she agreed to accompany him to the wedding.
Miranda re-entered the room after what must've been at least ten minutes. Lizzie didn't enquire as to her whereabouts, she was busy stewing in the incredible amount of relief that she was feeling now that she and Ethan were no longer alone. After about another half an hour they dismissed themselves, saying that it was time for them to return to work. Lizzie didn't mind one bit, after all of that, she was ready for a nap.
Sam had once again managed in choosing the loudest cart available at the supermarket. Two of the wheels squealed with every turn, and Jo was positive that the other two weren't moving at all. She couldn't help but laugh as Sam tried to make the turns as quickly as possible, in order to diminish the sound effects. As they turned the corner to the deodorant aisle the cart squeaked so loudly that an old woman almost flipped right over her walker. Jo began to laugh hysterically.
"Oh, you think this is funny?" Sam replied in a teasing tone
"No, of course not" Jo replied trying to stifle her laugh.
"you better watch it Missy" Sam threatened.
Jo stepped in front of the cart and stood on her tippy toes to try and reach Lizzie's favorite Dove deodorant. Sam stood admiring the beautiful woman before him. Melancholy fell over him as he remembered a time when that woman was his. When he could walk right up to her and place his lips upon hers. How could something that had once been habit, now be forbidden? He snapped himself away from his thoughts just in time to see a stick of deodorant twirling through the air. It connected with his nose and he gasped as if he was offended.
"And, what, may I ask was that for?" He daringly poked her side with his index finger.
"You were zoning, I figured it was my job to keep you on task." She flashed an overly sweet smile and then flipped her hair over her shoulder as she headed toward the toothpaste.
"oh no you don't!" Sam laughed. And with that he and Jo were off. Sam chased her all the way to produce before he finally caught her by her waist. They stood heaving and laughing for a few seconds, his hands encircling her tiny waist the entire time. As the laughter finally ceased Sam spun Jo towards him and look deep into her eyes. The world seemed to come to a stand still as they examined each other's faces. And Jo felt her heartbeat quicken as she finally broke the stare and dismissed herself to get Lizzie's toothbrush. Her heels clicked on the linoleum as she turned the corner. Sam softly cursed his situation in the general vicinity of the broccoli before returning to the cart to finish up their shopping.
"that'll be 4.50 please" Said the man at the blockbuster counter. Gordo produced a five dollar bill from his weathered brown wallet. He decided to pick up Lizzie's favorite movie. They would watch it together tonight. Miranda was busy working and Gordo felt as if he would jump out of his skin if he couldn't lay his eyes on Lizzie's gorgeous face tonight. He collected his change and the bag that contained the movie and exited the blockbuster.
"I hope you didn't want any tomatoes!" Miranda's cheery voice echoed in Lizzie's now empty room. She smiled a wide smile which looked whiter than ever thanks to a particularly sophisticated shade of red which was layered upon her lips. She, like always, looked amazing. Lizzie smiled and received Miranda's hug.
"These salads are amazing, I've been having them almost every day for lunch since I started work with Ethan."
"Ethan?" Lizzie inquired
"The one and only." A deep male voice replied from right behind the door. It then squeaked open and Lizzie was left staring at Ethan, whose good looks had only increased over the years. He was wearing a pare of faded blue jeans and a tight baby blue top, obviously he had taken the day off.
"Lizzie, Lizzie, Lizzie" Ethan said in that unmistakable tone.
"Hey Ethan" Lizzie replied. She was genuinely thrilled to be seeing all of her friends from high school. Miranda set down the two plastic containers that were carrying their hallowed salads. She set down her khaki messenger bag and proceeded to slather both salads in thick ranch dressing. Lizzie's mouth began to water.
Ethan plunked down and opened his Wendy's bag. Apparently his metabolism hadn't caught up with him yet, and from the looks of things, it wasn't planning on doing so anytime soon. The threesome talked, laughed, and reminisced as Ethan downed his burger, and Miranda nursed her salad as she helped Lizzie ingest her own. Ethan was smiling in Lizzie's direction an awful lot.
Things are going so wonderfully, Miranda thought to herself. Now everyone can be happy. I can have David, and Lizzie can have Ethan. I knew that there was a reasonable way to get out of this. Hmm, perhaps I should give them a bit of alone time.
"well, if you'd excuse me I have to make a visit to the little girls room. You two have fun, try not to miss me too much." Miranda turned on her heel and exited the room.
Ethan crumpled his now empty foil wrapper and tossed it nonchalantly into the trash can. The chair produced a shrill scream as he dragged it closer to Lizzie's bed. He ran his fingers through his still fabulous hair before offering Lizzie a bite of his frosty. Lizzie politely declined, the last thing she wanted was for someone this cute to be feeding her a frosty. Lizzie could just see the ice cream sliding down from her mouth. Ethan then cleared his throat.
"So, Lizzie did you hear about Kate and Tudge? It's totally weird."
"Yeah, I did, "Lizzie said half chuckling, "but I'm happy for them."
"Me, too, Kate deserves the best. So...umm are you going to the wedding?"
"well, as it turns out, I happen to be the maid of honor."
Ethan's eyes lit up "Aww, Lizzie that's awesome."
The pair sat in silence for a few minutes and Lizzie couldn't help but wonder if what the hell was taking Miranda so long. Had she fallen in or something?
Just as Lizzie was about to spout off some excuse for Ethan to leave he grabbed her hand.
"Lizzie, you haven't changed one bit, you're still the sweet, sexy girl that I gave my class ring to"
"Ethan, that was a long time ago" Lizzie stirred awkwardly as the events from their year-long relationship whizzed through her brain, he had broken up with her on prom night, for Veruca, who had surprised everyone by dropping lots of weight and becoming easily the prettiest girl in Hillridge. She remembers the exact moment when he dumped her as if it had been yesterday. One minute the two were dancing happily next to Miranda and her date, and the next he had taken Lizzie aside to "get some punch". Right by the punch bowl is where he had done it. She'll never forget his words. "Uhhh, Lizzie, can I like have my umm ring, cuz Veruca's looking pretty hot, and we both talked on the phone and decided that it would be pretty coolie if we started dating, it's not you lizzie, you're awesome, but I've been telling you since middle school: you're just not girlfriend material." Lizzie stood shocked, a years worth of tears shimmered in her eyes, she softly removed the golden ring from around her neck and handed it to Ethan. "awww thanks babe, you're the best" and with that he had given her a quick peck on the cheek and retreated to the red headed siren who was waiting for him on the dance floor. Lizzie had left the dance early and spent the remainder of the evening at Gordo's house. Gordo In one of his protests to conformity had decided not to attend prom. She knocked on his door at just a little past midnight. Gordo answered the door as Lizzie stood there on his doorstep, her poofy pink dress blowing in the wind, the curls in her hair tangling with every breeze as black tears crawled down her face. Gordo had only to look at her and he knew. He wrapped his arms around him and they talked all night long. He reassured her that she was the best catch any guy could ever hope for. He also tried to convincer her that Ethan was a homosexual. She fell asleep in his arms that night. As Lizzie sat in her bed recalling this moment she realized that it was the best sleep she had ever gotten. After that Ethan hardly ever entered her thoughts, by the time Lizzie's accident occurred, her and Ethan and hadn't spoken a single word to each other in at least a month. And now, here he was, the boy who had broken her heart, sitting at her bed, hitting on her, yet again.
"Lizzie, I fucked up, I know, but I'm an entirely different person now, I actually use my brain now. Anyone could tell you that I was a real moron in high school, but do I sound like a moron now? I've wised up Lizzie, and after dating around for some years I realize that you're the best thing I've ever had. I was a fool to let you go, and I feel remorse like you could never imagine on a daily basis, please Lizzie, give me another chance...be my date to the wedding, I promise I'll show you a good time."
To Lizzie's surprise she saw tears dancing on the brim of Ethan's lower eyelid. She wanted to say no, she wanted to say no so badly, but her sweet disposition got the better of her, and she agreed to accompany him to the wedding.
Miranda re-entered the room after what must've been at least ten minutes. Lizzie didn't enquire as to her whereabouts, she was busy stewing in the incredible amount of relief that she was feeling now that she and Ethan were no longer alone. After about another half an hour they dismissed themselves, saying that it was time for them to return to work. Lizzie didn't mind one bit, after all of that, she was ready for a nap.
Sam had once again managed in choosing the loudest cart available at the supermarket. Two of the wheels squealed with every turn, and Jo was positive that the other two weren't moving at all. She couldn't help but laugh as Sam tried to make the turns as quickly as possible, in order to diminish the sound effects. As they turned the corner to the deodorant aisle the cart squeaked so loudly that an old woman almost flipped right over her walker. Jo began to laugh hysterically.
"Oh, you think this is funny?" Sam replied in a teasing tone
"No, of course not" Jo replied trying to stifle her laugh.
"you better watch it Missy" Sam threatened.
Jo stepped in front of the cart and stood on her tippy toes to try and reach Lizzie's favorite Dove deodorant. Sam stood admiring the beautiful woman before him. Melancholy fell over him as he remembered a time when that woman was his. When he could walk right up to her and place his lips upon hers. How could something that had once been habit, now be forbidden? He snapped himself away from his thoughts just in time to see a stick of deodorant twirling through the air. It connected with his nose and he gasped as if he was offended.
"And, what, may I ask was that for?" He daringly poked her side with his index finger.
"You were zoning, I figured it was my job to keep you on task." She flashed an overly sweet smile and then flipped her hair over her shoulder as she headed toward the toothpaste.
"oh no you don't!" Sam laughed. And with that he and Jo were off. Sam chased her all the way to produce before he finally caught her by her waist. They stood heaving and laughing for a few seconds, his hands encircling her tiny waist the entire time. As the laughter finally ceased Sam spun Jo towards him and look deep into her eyes. The world seemed to come to a stand still as they examined each other's faces. And Jo felt her heartbeat quicken as she finally broke the stare and dismissed herself to get Lizzie's toothbrush. Her heels clicked on the linoleum as she turned the corner. Sam softly cursed his situation in the general vicinity of the broccoli before returning to the cart to finish up their shopping.
"that'll be 4.50 please" Said the man at the blockbuster counter. Gordo produced a five dollar bill from his weathered brown wallet. He decided to pick up Lizzie's favorite movie. They would watch it together tonight. Miranda was busy working and Gordo felt as if he would jump out of his skin if he couldn't lay his eyes on Lizzie's gorgeous face tonight. He collected his change and the bag that contained the movie and exited the blockbuster.