Chapter Twenty-Eight
A/N: Omg! I am so sorry that I didn't update. I was on vacation.....uh...ok then. This chapter was written at around ten thirty at night so it's a bit bland. Well, at least it's something.
Oh. Wait.
I just checked the clock and it says it's 1:45AM....okay, so maybe I just a teeny tiny bit off.
Lol.
This is probably the shortest chapter of the whole story, not counting the prologue, but at least it has something kinda big at the end of it.
I'm gonna update asap! Oh, and btw, I'm not gonna leave Lizzie fics. I'm gonna continue writing them, but I hate reading them, so...yeah. Harry Potter fics are amazing compared to Lizzie stuff...sorry guys, hehe.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
"Damn," Lizzie muttered as she drove along some highway.
Stupid weather, she thought, Where the hell am I? Uhh....damn map says I'm somewhere near the city he lives in.....This is where Miranda said he lives, right? I'm pretty sure this is it...
Lizzie tried to see what was in front of her, but the whole road was blocked by rain pattering on the window. After a couple of minutes, she managed to see a sign that told her where she was.
"This better be the right place," Lizzie told herself. "Why the hell am I doing this!? Am I going insane or something?"
She continued driving through the stormy night, trying to find a decent motel to stay in. Okay, so she was near some plaza with some coffee shop and a couple of fast-food joints and stuff...
Where the hell is a motel!? Lizzie screamed to herself.
Suddenly, her car made a weird sound, kind of like a scraping noise...then it started to slow down a bit.
Oh, no!! What the-? Lizzie silently panicked. She decided to park the car in the plaza, then she would decide what to do from there.
She slowly pulled into the area, in front of the cofeee shop, the car continuing the noises along the way. She parked the car, then jumped out and ran over to the door of the coffee shop. She noticed a sign that read, 'Welcome to Coffee Time.' She made a face, for she had always hated that place, then decided that it was the only place around that didn't smell like grease. She pushed the door open and stepped inside.
Lizzie shook her hair out as she looked around. She noticed a couple of lovesick teenagers, soaking wet, huddled in the corner, kissing. She made a face, then reminded herself that she used to daydream about that when she was fifteen, then shook her wet mop of hair out and turned around to get a look at the other side of the restaurant.
There was some old man sitting by himself, reading a newspaper. She figured he wasn't interesting so she glanced to the next person that caught her eye, who was sitting at a small table in the corner.
Lizzie blinked. No, she thought, It couldn't be him...
But it was.
Sitting in the corner, grapsing a cup of coffee, staring wide-eyed at Lizzie was indeed David Gordon.