What Could Have Been: Day to Day
Hey everyone. Thanks for all of the great reviews I've been getting. You have no idea how much I giggle in delight everytime I read a review. Its probably a pretty sad thing to witness, but luckily the computers in my room so I don't have to worry about people's thoughts of my mental state (as if they don't wonder enough, hehe). I was originally thinking that this chapter would start out with Elizabeth's struggles in Rome, but then I thought, why bore you? So this takes place about one month after chapter three. I hope you all don't mind.
Please excuse the shit formatting. I am so pissed about this new QuickEdit thing. Its awful!
ELIZABETH'S APARTMENT
To say that Elizabeth had planned out her move to Italy all the way through was being generous. The moment she got out of the airport she realized that she had no place to stay. How she had forgotten that small aspect, she still couldn't guess.
On top of that she didn't know the language. Italian was a key aspect to living in Italy, obviously, and it was one she had overlooked. But she'd run into a sympathetic American girl and they'd been friends ever since.
Samantha had been living in Italy long before Elizabeth came. She already had an apartment and something she saw in Elizabeth had caused her to offer up the spare room. Sam reminded her of Emily when they were younger. Slightly more carefree, but all too aware of how things really were.
They had become fast friends. To Sam, she was just Elizabeth Hardy. They didn't really talk about the past. And both were thankful about it. But Sam had woken her up from enough nightmares of Jason to know that Elizabeth was running.
Running from what was another unspoken topic.
Elizabeth kept in touch with her Gram. She called once a week like clockwork. They talked for an hour on Elizabeth's dime and then hung up with the knowledge that next week was exactly seven days away. Emily, Nikolas, Bobbie and Lucky got a random call every once and a while. Luke, oddly enough, called her a few times. How he knew her number was a secret he refused to divulge.
"Earth to Lizzie." Sam drawled in an amused tone while waving her hand in front of Elizabeth's face dramatically.
Elizabeth blushed, embarrased to have been caught daydreaming. "Sorry. I don't know where I was."
Her friend shrugged and turned back to the coffee pot she was attempting to make work. Sam was nothing if not utterly hopeless in the early mornings. Elizabeth got up and gently shoved her in the direction of the nearest stool before pressing the single button required to start Sam's miracle machine.
"I was gonna try that next." Came the grumble from behind her.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes and threw her papers into her briefcase. She hated carring the thing, but in order not to lose all of the papers she needed to. It hadn't taken her long to find a job. A famous painter had been looking for a secretary. And Elizabeth had been hired on the spot. The old man was sweet and had taken her under his wing. She took care of his jobs and other things around his studios. He, in turn, paid her and allowed her to work in his studio. When he was out, which he normally was, then she would paint something and answer phones at the same time. She did her job well and he had no complaints. A few of her paintings had been sold to clients who came to see him and had caught their eye on her works.
Sam raised her head up from its resting spot on the table and eyed Elizaebth. "So, what are we doing tonight?"
All her comment was met by was raised eyebrows. It was Sam's turn to roll her eyes. "I think we should go out."
"And why's that?"
"Because, all you do is sit there each night. It would do you some good. Besides, I've been meaning to go to this place forever. Its called The Boxcar."
MORGAN'S APARTMENT
Morgan ran his hand over his face. There was nothing he hated doing more than inventory. Why he just didn't hire someone to do it was beyond him. But each month the time came and each month he was forced into it again and again.
He was almost done. But this month it was taking longer. For weeks now he'd been distracted. And he had no idea why.
There was this feeling of dread in his heart. But there was something else too. Something he couldn't quite place. All he knew was something was going to happen.
And it wasn't going to be long before he figured out what.
Shorter, I know. I'm sorry about that. This was more of an update chapter anyway. Big thanks to my beta Sam. Who helps me out all the time. Not to mention I wind my way into many of her stories. And I felt the need to add her this time. Please, please, please review. I believe we already had the how much reviews mean to me talk, so I'll just end by saying one last thing...
PLEASE, OH, PLEASE?
Hey everyone. Thanks for all of the great reviews I've been getting. You have no idea how much I giggle in delight everytime I read a review. Its probably a pretty sad thing to witness, but luckily the computers in my room so I don't have to worry about people's thoughts of my mental state (as if they don't wonder enough, hehe). I was originally thinking that this chapter would start out with Elizabeth's struggles in Rome, but then I thought, why bore you? So this takes place about one month after chapter three. I hope you all don't mind.
Please excuse the shit formatting. I am so pissed about this new QuickEdit thing. Its awful!
ELIZABETH'S APARTMENT
To say that Elizabeth had planned out her move to Italy all the way through was being generous. The moment she got out of the airport she realized that she had no place to stay. How she had forgotten that small aspect, she still couldn't guess.
On top of that she didn't know the language. Italian was a key aspect to living in Italy, obviously, and it was one she had overlooked. But she'd run into a sympathetic American girl and they'd been friends ever since.
Samantha had been living in Italy long before Elizabeth came. She already had an apartment and something she saw in Elizabeth had caused her to offer up the spare room. Sam reminded her of Emily when they were younger. Slightly more carefree, but all too aware of how things really were.
They had become fast friends. To Sam, she was just Elizabeth Hardy. They didn't really talk about the past. And both were thankful about it. But Sam had woken her up from enough nightmares of Jason to know that Elizabeth was running.
Running from what was another unspoken topic.
Elizabeth kept in touch with her Gram. She called once a week like clockwork. They talked for an hour on Elizabeth's dime and then hung up with the knowledge that next week was exactly seven days away. Emily, Nikolas, Bobbie and Lucky got a random call every once and a while. Luke, oddly enough, called her a few times. How he knew her number was a secret he refused to divulge.
"Earth to Lizzie." Sam drawled in an amused tone while waving her hand in front of Elizabeth's face dramatically.
Elizabeth blushed, embarrased to have been caught daydreaming. "Sorry. I don't know where I was."
Her friend shrugged and turned back to the coffee pot she was attempting to make work. Sam was nothing if not utterly hopeless in the early mornings. Elizabeth got up and gently shoved her in the direction of the nearest stool before pressing the single button required to start Sam's miracle machine.
"I was gonna try that next." Came the grumble from behind her.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes and threw her papers into her briefcase. She hated carring the thing, but in order not to lose all of the papers she needed to. It hadn't taken her long to find a job. A famous painter had been looking for a secretary. And Elizabeth had been hired on the spot. The old man was sweet and had taken her under his wing. She took care of his jobs and other things around his studios. He, in turn, paid her and allowed her to work in his studio. When he was out, which he normally was, then she would paint something and answer phones at the same time. She did her job well and he had no complaints. A few of her paintings had been sold to clients who came to see him and had caught their eye on her works.
Sam raised her head up from its resting spot on the table and eyed Elizaebth. "So, what are we doing tonight?"
All her comment was met by was raised eyebrows. It was Sam's turn to roll her eyes. "I think we should go out."
"And why's that?"
"Because, all you do is sit there each night. It would do you some good. Besides, I've been meaning to go to this place forever. Its called The Boxcar."
MORGAN'S APARTMENT
Morgan ran his hand over his face. There was nothing he hated doing more than inventory. Why he just didn't hire someone to do it was beyond him. But each month the time came and each month he was forced into it again and again.
He was almost done. But this month it was taking longer. For weeks now he'd been distracted. And he had no idea why.
There was this feeling of dread in his heart. But there was something else too. Something he couldn't quite place. All he knew was something was going to happen.
And it wasn't going to be long before he figured out what.
Shorter, I know. I'm sorry about that. This was more of an update chapter anyway. Big thanks to my beta Sam. Who helps me out all the time. Not to mention I wind my way into many of her stories. And I felt the need to add her this time. Please, please, please review. I believe we already had the how much reviews mean to me talk, so I'll just end by saying one last thing...
PLEASE, OH, PLEASE?