Chapter 4: Without
"And, cut!" I said hopping off my director's chair and already heading for my car, "I'll see you guys in California, I have a plane to catch."
Today was the day that I was heading back to Hillridge, my home town. I shivered in antisipation as I started my car and headed out onto the street. Hillridge was were my life had started, where everything I had known for the first eighteen years of my life started and ultimately stayed after I left for Boston.
The day I walked through those terminal doors my life had changed, I'd like to say for the better but Lord knows that isn't true. How can your life change for the better when you left all you ever loved with no more than an empty promise? I asked myself.
I rushed through the airport occasionally having to sign an autograph or two before finally reaching my gate. "Flight 206 from Boston to Texas now boarding," came the voice through the intercom.
Sighing, I walked slowly through the terminal doors as if it would reverse all the damage I had done in the past fourteen years. Already I felt closer to Lizzie, a step closer to putting my life back on track.
I sat in my seat looking out the tiny window and down at the runway at the men dressed up in flouresent orange loading the bags into the plane. "They look like traffic cones, don't they?" asked a soft voice next to him.
I turned and saw a girl around twenty looking at me with big blue eyes. "Yeah they do," I answered. "My name's Tory," she said holding out her hand for me to shake. "I'm Gordo," I said shaking her hand.
"You know who you kinda look like?" Tory said frowning. "Who?" I asked afraid to know the answer. "David Gordon, the director," she answered. "R-really, I never saw the resemblence," I said looking back out the window, not really wanting to talk anymore about, about, well myself.
"Yeah, he's like, really hot. But he's twenty-seven, can you believe that? Mom say's he's too old for me, even though I'm eighteen. Do you think he's too old for me?" Tory rattled flipping her dark brown hair over her shoulder, obviously not getting the hint.
"Uh, no, not at all," I said slouching several inches in my seat. "Ladies and gentlemen we are ready for take off, please fasten your seatbelts and put all seats and trays into the upright postition until the light indicates you may move about the cabin," came a friendly auto mated voice through the speakers overhead.
I fastened my seat belt thankfull for the silence as the plane rolled down the runway and into the sky. I watched the pillars of clouds roll past us as we gained altitude.
"So, why you headed to California?" Tory asked smaking away at her gum. "Um, highschool reunion," I mumbled flipping through one of the magazines that they had provided. "Really? Ten year, right? I mean, you don't look that old," she said shaking her head. "Yeah, ten year," I said reading an artical on Jennifer Lopez and her third husband.
"Whoa, ten years since you last stepped foot in highschool, I'm just relieved to finally be out of it. That's why I'm headed for Cali, I'm going to UCLA. The past year has seemed like only days, that ten years must have went by fast for you," Tory said looking amazed.
"Actually it's been the longest ten years of my life," I said quietly putting down the magazine. "Really? I can't imagine why?" Tory said with wide eyes. "Well after highschool I finally told the girl I had loved for my whole life my feelings, but then when we had to leave for college," I trailed off.
I can't believe I'm telling this all to some teenage chatter box I just met, I thought as I choked out the rest, "When we had to leave for college, I promised her that we wouldn't grow apart, and that no matter what I would come back for her. But eventually we grew apart and I never went back for her, and I havn't talked to her in about thirteen years. But I couldn't help it, I was so caughht up in my work, all I heard day and night is Gordo be here, or Gordo change that. I never had time for myself. That was the only promise I ever broke, and I regret it to this day."
Tory just sat there, silently staring at me. "You really loved her," she said quietly. I nodded, "I did."
"Well you need to tell her that you still love her," Tory stated matter-of-factly. "It's not that easy you know, it's not like in the movies and in the books, life isn't like that," I argued.
"Life, is your own book. And through what you just said it's sounded like your letting others write it for you. You can't let others write it for you, you have to write it for yourself," Tory argued taking a book she had been holding in her lap and waving it in my face.
"It's not like that-" I began before she cut me off. "Yes, it is and you know it. You can let others write your story all you want, but eventually you have to write your own ending. 'Cause if you don't, your life is seriously screwed," Tory said turing to her book and letting her words sink in.
I sat there blinking at her, I just had an argument about how I run my life with some eighteen year old I met fifeteen minutes ago, I thought shaking my head and looking out the window. Or at least that's what it looked like what I was doing, but every where I turned I saw Lizzie's face hover in front of me.
I began thinking about the last things I said to her before we totally lost contact. I remembered our last phone call more than anything.
(FLASHBACK)
I sat staring at the phone. I have to call Lizzie, I thought. What I was about to say couldn't be told through an email. My fingers hovered over the phone keys, it had been so long since I called her, I wasn't sure if I even remembered the number.
Fingers shaking, I slowly punched the numbers. It rang once, twice. "Please pick up," I mumbled quietly to myself. After the fourth ring it finally picked up. "Hello?" came a comforting voice from the other line.
"Lizzie?" I said unable to control the smile that was fighting it's way to my lips. I heard her gasp, "Oh my gosh, Gordo, is that you?" she said excitedly. "Yeah it's me," I said.
"Oh Gordo, I'm so glad you called," Lizzie said. I could hear a smie in her voice. "I'm glad you answered," I said pulling a small velvet box out of my pocket.
"You will not believe how much is going on here," Lizzie said. "Really, like what?" I asked opening the box to reveal an engagement ring. "Well, first of all, there's this guy on the football team that like, passed out in the middle of a game because he was like, taking steriods or something. How stupid are people these days? And then..."
I just sat there looking at the ring and enjoying the sound of her voice, I was afraid I had forgotten what it sounded like. Though the more she talked the more I felt the growing pain in my heart.
I wanted to be there with her, sitting on the bed with her telling me about the kid who got attacked by pigeons and had to go to the hospital instead of here, miles away from her.
Maybe I should just tell her now, and get it over with, I thought. "Lizzie," I said interupting her story about some kid who almost drown in the fountain. "What, is something wrong? Am I talking to much?" Lizzie said with worry in her voice.
"No, no, I love hearing your voice. I just wanted to say, that I'm going to quit Harvard and go live in New York with you," I said. I heard silence on the other line except for some music that was playing softly in the background.
"Gordo," Lizzie said, finally breaking the silence. "Yeah," I said leaning agains my bed. "Have you lost your mind? You can't qiut just like that. You've been dreaming about Harvard since middle school! Harvard is your dream! You can't quit, I won't let you!" she said yelling into the phone so I had to hold the reciever an arm's length away from my ear in order not to blow the ear drum.
"But, Lizzie, I want to be with you in New York. I can't stand being this far away from you. I want to get married," I pleaded. "Gordo, I don't want you to give up your dream for me. As for getting married, we have plenty of time for that after college.
"We've only been away for six months. If you don't stay in Harvard, then I won't marry you," she said stubbornly, even though I could hear the tears in her voice.
"Lizzie, don't you want to get married and spend the rest of our lives together?" I asked. "Gordo, of course I want to get married. Right after college. And as for spending the rest of or lives together, we would do that even if we didn't get married," Lizzie reasoned.
"Yeah, but if we never get married we'll never be able to-to, you know," I said slyly. "Gordo!" Lizzie laughed into the phone. "What?" I said innocently. "I'm ashamed of you, thinking such things," Lizzie said. "Sorry, but you can't tell me you don't think abouut it," I laughed. "Whatever, that's the end of that conversation," Lizzie said.
"So, I have to stay here?" I groaned. "Yes, you stay there until we finish college and then we'll go back to Hillridge and take it from there," Lizzie said commandingly.
"Fine. But I miss you, baby," I said. "Have I ever told you I love it when you call me that," Lizzie sighed. "No," I said putting the velvet box back in my pocket. "Well, I do," she said.
There was a welcome silence for a while as we just listened to eachother breathe. "I love you, Gordo," Lizzie whispered. "I love you, too," I whispered closing my eyes.
"It's thee o'clock here and I have classes at seven in the morning," Lizzie said yawning, "but I never want to hang up."
"Me, neither," I groaned. "Lizzie, go to bed, you're keeping me up," I heard a voice say on the other line. "I gotta go," she groaned. "Okay, but do me a favor, and don't say goodbye," I said.
"Okay, I won't. But remember your promise Gordo. We'll never grow apart and-"
"I'll always come back to you," I finished for her. "I love you," she said quietly. "I love you too, baby," I said before we hung up.
(END FLASHBACK)
Sighing, I rested my forehead against the cool pexi glass. I was surprised Tory had decided to be quiet, relived yes, but surprised. My curiosity over took me and I snuck a glance at her to see why she was so quiet. I cringed when I saw various teen magazine's in her lap, all of which, I might add, had my face on it.
How embarrasing, I thought to myself rubbing my temples. Taking a sip of the coke the flight attendent had just brought us I snuck a glance at the book Tory was reading and nearly choked.
It read: "Promises Long Forgotten" by Elizabeth B. McGuire. "C-can I see that for a minute?" I asked motioning towards the book. "OH, yeah, sure," Tory said handing him the book.
I turned to the inside of the back cover and saw a picture of Lizzie with a small paragraph under it that read:
Elizabeth B. McGuire is the author of "Clueless" and the "Empty Promises" series as well as others. She currently resides in Hillrige California with her dogs Lily and Cassidy and her cat Gordo.
I blinked a few times as I looked at her picture, she hadn't changed a bit. Still the same warm hazel eyes and luminous golden hair. Or at least I figured, it was a black and white picture after all.
"She's a great writer," Tory commented as I handed the book back to her, "She also writes for Teen Scene magazine."
"Please fasten your seat belts, we are about to land in Houston, Texas," came a voice through the overhead speakers. "I hate layovers," I mumbled to myself as I buckled up.
We landed and loaded off the plane. Immediatly I went to a small bookstore that was nestled in a corner of the airport. Searching the shelves I found every book Lizzie had ever wrote and dumped it onto the counter.
"The cashier looked up at me strangly as e rang them up. "So your a McGuire fan," he said looking at her picture on the back cover. "Uh, yeah," I said digging out my wallet. "She's an excellent writer," the cashier commented still gazing at her picture, "and she's not bad on the eyes either."
I shifted uncomfortably as I resistred the urge to pound in his face to look at Lizzie the way he was. Reluctantly he put the book down and finished ringing me up. I paid him and hurried back to the terminal and sat in the waiting area.
As soon as I sank into the cushy chair Tory came and sat next to me. "Hi," she said smiling. "Hi," I said awkwardly. She surveyed me up and down as I shifted uncomfortably in my chair.
"You know, you really do look like him," she said holding a magizine next to my face. Snatching it from her hand I saw a picture of myself on the cover with a picture of Lindsey Lohan next to me. "Gordon and Lohan in love?" said the caption underneath.
What a load of crap, I thought turning to the artical. It had a picture of me and Lindsey sitting at a restraunt and a picture of me and her walking down the street with my arm draped across her shoulders.
"I'm so jealous of her," Tory said reading over my shoulder, "She's so lucky she get's to go out with him, I would do anything to be his girlfriend."
"We're not going out," I couldn't help but say, "Uh, I mean, they're not going out." Tory's eyes narrowed as I handed her back her magazine. "You are him aren't you?" she accused. "Uh, no, we look nothing alike. He's way uglier," I mentioned.
Suddenly Tory pushed my left arm sleeve to my shoulder. "Hey," I said trying to push it back down. "Aha! You are him! You are David Gordon! she said triuimphantly before I put my hand over her mouth.
"Ssh, not so loud, I whispered hastily. "So you are him, you admit it," she said smiling as I lowered my hand. "Yes," I mumbled only to have her squeal loudly. "I put my hand back over her mouth, "Control yourself woman, I don't want to be mobbed," I said, "Now, promise to control yourself?" Tory nodded her head vigorously and I slowly lowered my hand, ready to snap it back to her mouth in an instant.
Tory sat there with a huge grin on her face, "Your birthmark on your shoulder gave it all away. You should really put makeup on it or something," she said. "Yeah, I'll be sure to next time," I mumbled.
"I can't believe your David Gordon, the hottest guy on the face of this earth," Tory gushed. "Yeah, me neither," I sighed. "Can I youch you?" she breathed. "Uh, sure," I said uneasidly.
Tory clutched my arm and looked up at me with wide eyes, "Can I have your autograph?" she asked thrusting her magazine into my hands. I signed it and handed it back to her, and suddenly she was the same Tory I had met on the plane and not some crazed fan.
"Why'd you buy all those Elizabeth B. books?" Tory asked admiring the cover of her magazine. "You know the girl I told you about on the plane?" I asked. Tory nodded. "That's her," I said staring at the back cover of the book to gaze upon Lizzie's face.
"No, way," Tory gasped. "Yes, way," I said nodding. "I don't believe you," she said stubbornly. "Here, I'll prove it, I said reaching into my pocket to get my wallet.
I opened the wallet and took out a small, slightly faded picture of Lizzie. Smoothing out the creases I handed it to Tory. She stared at it for a while befrore handing it back. "So this means I have no chance of going out with you, huh?" she joked smiling a bit. I nodded, "Sorry."
"Flight 206 Texas to LA now boarding," rang through the narrow halls. Sighing, I grabbed my carry on and walked onto the plane with Tory following closely.
"What seat are you?" Tory asked looking down at her ticket. "23G" I murmered as we squeezed through the narrow ailse. "Oh cool, I'm 24G," she said. We found our seats and took off for LA.
I won't leave without making everything right again, I thought as I gaved out the window, I won't leave without Lizzie.
A/n:Well there ya go, ill try and get the next chap up soon. mel
"And, cut!" I said hopping off my director's chair and already heading for my car, "I'll see you guys in California, I have a plane to catch."
Today was the day that I was heading back to Hillridge, my home town. I shivered in antisipation as I started my car and headed out onto the street. Hillridge was were my life had started, where everything I had known for the first eighteen years of my life started and ultimately stayed after I left for Boston.
The day I walked through those terminal doors my life had changed, I'd like to say for the better but Lord knows that isn't true. How can your life change for the better when you left all you ever loved with no more than an empty promise? I asked myself.
I rushed through the airport occasionally having to sign an autograph or two before finally reaching my gate. "Flight 206 from Boston to Texas now boarding," came the voice through the intercom.
Sighing, I walked slowly through the terminal doors as if it would reverse all the damage I had done in the past fourteen years. Already I felt closer to Lizzie, a step closer to putting my life back on track.
I sat in my seat looking out the tiny window and down at the runway at the men dressed up in flouresent orange loading the bags into the plane. "They look like traffic cones, don't they?" asked a soft voice next to him.
I turned and saw a girl around twenty looking at me with big blue eyes. "Yeah they do," I answered. "My name's Tory," she said holding out her hand for me to shake. "I'm Gordo," I said shaking her hand.
"You know who you kinda look like?" Tory said frowning. "Who?" I asked afraid to know the answer. "David Gordon, the director," she answered. "R-really, I never saw the resemblence," I said looking back out the window, not really wanting to talk anymore about, about, well myself.
"Yeah, he's like, really hot. But he's twenty-seven, can you believe that? Mom say's he's too old for me, even though I'm eighteen. Do you think he's too old for me?" Tory rattled flipping her dark brown hair over her shoulder, obviously not getting the hint.
"Uh, no, not at all," I said slouching several inches in my seat. "Ladies and gentlemen we are ready for take off, please fasten your seatbelts and put all seats and trays into the upright postition until the light indicates you may move about the cabin," came a friendly auto mated voice through the speakers overhead.
I fastened my seat belt thankfull for the silence as the plane rolled down the runway and into the sky. I watched the pillars of clouds roll past us as we gained altitude.
"So, why you headed to California?" Tory asked smaking away at her gum. "Um, highschool reunion," I mumbled flipping through one of the magazines that they had provided. "Really? Ten year, right? I mean, you don't look that old," she said shaking her head. "Yeah, ten year," I said reading an artical on Jennifer Lopez and her third husband.
"Whoa, ten years since you last stepped foot in highschool, I'm just relieved to finally be out of it. That's why I'm headed for Cali, I'm going to UCLA. The past year has seemed like only days, that ten years must have went by fast for you," Tory said looking amazed.
"Actually it's been the longest ten years of my life," I said quietly putting down the magazine. "Really? I can't imagine why?" Tory said with wide eyes. "Well after highschool I finally told the girl I had loved for my whole life my feelings, but then when we had to leave for college," I trailed off.
I can't believe I'm telling this all to some teenage chatter box I just met, I thought as I choked out the rest, "When we had to leave for college, I promised her that we wouldn't grow apart, and that no matter what I would come back for her. But eventually we grew apart and I never went back for her, and I havn't talked to her in about thirteen years. But I couldn't help it, I was so caughht up in my work, all I heard day and night is Gordo be here, or Gordo change that. I never had time for myself. That was the only promise I ever broke, and I regret it to this day."
Tory just sat there, silently staring at me. "You really loved her," she said quietly. I nodded, "I did."
"Well you need to tell her that you still love her," Tory stated matter-of-factly. "It's not that easy you know, it's not like in the movies and in the books, life isn't like that," I argued.
"Life, is your own book. And through what you just said it's sounded like your letting others write it for you. You can't let others write it for you, you have to write it for yourself," Tory argued taking a book she had been holding in her lap and waving it in my face.
"It's not like that-" I began before she cut me off. "Yes, it is and you know it. You can let others write your story all you want, but eventually you have to write your own ending. 'Cause if you don't, your life is seriously screwed," Tory said turing to her book and letting her words sink in.
I sat there blinking at her, I just had an argument about how I run my life with some eighteen year old I met fifeteen minutes ago, I thought shaking my head and looking out the window. Or at least that's what it looked like what I was doing, but every where I turned I saw Lizzie's face hover in front of me.
I began thinking about the last things I said to her before we totally lost contact. I remembered our last phone call more than anything.
(FLASHBACK)
I sat staring at the phone. I have to call Lizzie, I thought. What I was about to say couldn't be told through an email. My fingers hovered over the phone keys, it had been so long since I called her, I wasn't sure if I even remembered the number.
Fingers shaking, I slowly punched the numbers. It rang once, twice. "Please pick up," I mumbled quietly to myself. After the fourth ring it finally picked up. "Hello?" came a comforting voice from the other line.
"Lizzie?" I said unable to control the smile that was fighting it's way to my lips. I heard her gasp, "Oh my gosh, Gordo, is that you?" she said excitedly. "Yeah it's me," I said.
"Oh Gordo, I'm so glad you called," Lizzie said. I could hear a smie in her voice. "I'm glad you answered," I said pulling a small velvet box out of my pocket.
"You will not believe how much is going on here," Lizzie said. "Really, like what?" I asked opening the box to reveal an engagement ring. "Well, first of all, there's this guy on the football team that like, passed out in the middle of a game because he was like, taking steriods or something. How stupid are people these days? And then..."
I just sat there looking at the ring and enjoying the sound of her voice, I was afraid I had forgotten what it sounded like. Though the more she talked the more I felt the growing pain in my heart.
I wanted to be there with her, sitting on the bed with her telling me about the kid who got attacked by pigeons and had to go to the hospital instead of here, miles away from her.
Maybe I should just tell her now, and get it over with, I thought. "Lizzie," I said interupting her story about some kid who almost drown in the fountain. "What, is something wrong? Am I talking to much?" Lizzie said with worry in her voice.
"No, no, I love hearing your voice. I just wanted to say, that I'm going to quit Harvard and go live in New York with you," I said. I heard silence on the other line except for some music that was playing softly in the background.
"Gordo," Lizzie said, finally breaking the silence. "Yeah," I said leaning agains my bed. "Have you lost your mind? You can't qiut just like that. You've been dreaming about Harvard since middle school! Harvard is your dream! You can't quit, I won't let you!" she said yelling into the phone so I had to hold the reciever an arm's length away from my ear in order not to blow the ear drum.
"But, Lizzie, I want to be with you in New York. I can't stand being this far away from you. I want to get married," I pleaded. "Gordo, I don't want you to give up your dream for me. As for getting married, we have plenty of time for that after college.
"We've only been away for six months. If you don't stay in Harvard, then I won't marry you," she said stubbornly, even though I could hear the tears in her voice.
"Lizzie, don't you want to get married and spend the rest of our lives together?" I asked. "Gordo, of course I want to get married. Right after college. And as for spending the rest of or lives together, we would do that even if we didn't get married," Lizzie reasoned.
"Yeah, but if we never get married we'll never be able to-to, you know," I said slyly. "Gordo!" Lizzie laughed into the phone. "What?" I said innocently. "I'm ashamed of you, thinking such things," Lizzie said. "Sorry, but you can't tell me you don't think abouut it," I laughed. "Whatever, that's the end of that conversation," Lizzie said.
"So, I have to stay here?" I groaned. "Yes, you stay there until we finish college and then we'll go back to Hillridge and take it from there," Lizzie said commandingly.
"Fine. But I miss you, baby," I said. "Have I ever told you I love it when you call me that," Lizzie sighed. "No," I said putting the velvet box back in my pocket. "Well, I do," she said.
There was a welcome silence for a while as we just listened to eachother breathe. "I love you, Gordo," Lizzie whispered. "I love you, too," I whispered closing my eyes.
"It's thee o'clock here and I have classes at seven in the morning," Lizzie said yawning, "but I never want to hang up."
"Me, neither," I groaned. "Lizzie, go to bed, you're keeping me up," I heard a voice say on the other line. "I gotta go," she groaned. "Okay, but do me a favor, and don't say goodbye," I said.
"Okay, I won't. But remember your promise Gordo. We'll never grow apart and-"
"I'll always come back to you," I finished for her. "I love you," she said quietly. "I love you too, baby," I said before we hung up.
(END FLASHBACK)
Sighing, I rested my forehead against the cool pexi glass. I was surprised Tory had decided to be quiet, relived yes, but surprised. My curiosity over took me and I snuck a glance at her to see why she was so quiet. I cringed when I saw various teen magazine's in her lap, all of which, I might add, had my face on it.
How embarrasing, I thought to myself rubbing my temples. Taking a sip of the coke the flight attendent had just brought us I snuck a glance at the book Tory was reading and nearly choked.
It read: "Promises Long Forgotten" by Elizabeth B. McGuire. "C-can I see that for a minute?" I asked motioning towards the book. "OH, yeah, sure," Tory said handing him the book.
I turned to the inside of the back cover and saw a picture of Lizzie with a small paragraph under it that read:
Elizabeth B. McGuire is the author of "Clueless" and the "Empty Promises" series as well as others. She currently resides in Hillrige California with her dogs Lily and Cassidy and her cat Gordo.
I blinked a few times as I looked at her picture, she hadn't changed a bit. Still the same warm hazel eyes and luminous golden hair. Or at least I figured, it was a black and white picture after all.
"She's a great writer," Tory commented as I handed the book back to her, "She also writes for Teen Scene magazine."
"Please fasten your seat belts, we are about to land in Houston, Texas," came a voice through the overhead speakers. "I hate layovers," I mumbled to myself as I buckled up.
We landed and loaded off the plane. Immediatly I went to a small bookstore that was nestled in a corner of the airport. Searching the shelves I found every book Lizzie had ever wrote and dumped it onto the counter.
"The cashier looked up at me strangly as e rang them up. "So your a McGuire fan," he said looking at her picture on the back cover. "Uh, yeah," I said digging out my wallet. "She's an excellent writer," the cashier commented still gazing at her picture, "and she's not bad on the eyes either."
I shifted uncomfortably as I resistred the urge to pound in his face to look at Lizzie the way he was. Reluctantly he put the book down and finished ringing me up. I paid him and hurried back to the terminal and sat in the waiting area.
As soon as I sank into the cushy chair Tory came and sat next to me. "Hi," she said smiling. "Hi," I said awkwardly. She surveyed me up and down as I shifted uncomfortably in my chair.
"You know, you really do look like him," she said holding a magizine next to my face. Snatching it from her hand I saw a picture of myself on the cover with a picture of Lindsey Lohan next to me. "Gordon and Lohan in love?" said the caption underneath.
What a load of crap, I thought turning to the artical. It had a picture of me and Lindsey sitting at a restraunt and a picture of me and her walking down the street with my arm draped across her shoulders.
"I'm so jealous of her," Tory said reading over my shoulder, "She's so lucky she get's to go out with him, I would do anything to be his girlfriend."
"We're not going out," I couldn't help but say, "Uh, I mean, they're not going out." Tory's eyes narrowed as I handed her back her magazine. "You are him aren't you?" she accused. "Uh, no, we look nothing alike. He's way uglier," I mentioned.
Suddenly Tory pushed my left arm sleeve to my shoulder. "Hey," I said trying to push it back down. "Aha! You are him! You are David Gordon! she said triuimphantly before I put my hand over her mouth.
"Ssh, not so loud, I whispered hastily. "So you are him, you admit it," she said smiling as I lowered my hand. "Yes," I mumbled only to have her squeal loudly. "I put my hand back over her mouth, "Control yourself woman, I don't want to be mobbed," I said, "Now, promise to control yourself?" Tory nodded her head vigorously and I slowly lowered my hand, ready to snap it back to her mouth in an instant.
Tory sat there with a huge grin on her face, "Your birthmark on your shoulder gave it all away. You should really put makeup on it or something," she said. "Yeah, I'll be sure to next time," I mumbled.
"I can't believe your David Gordon, the hottest guy on the face of this earth," Tory gushed. "Yeah, me neither," I sighed. "Can I youch you?" she breathed. "Uh, sure," I said uneasidly.
Tory clutched my arm and looked up at me with wide eyes, "Can I have your autograph?" she asked thrusting her magazine into my hands. I signed it and handed it back to her, and suddenly she was the same Tory I had met on the plane and not some crazed fan.
"Why'd you buy all those Elizabeth B. books?" Tory asked admiring the cover of her magazine. "You know the girl I told you about on the plane?" I asked. Tory nodded. "That's her," I said staring at the back cover of the book to gaze upon Lizzie's face.
"No, way," Tory gasped. "Yes, way," I said nodding. "I don't believe you," she said stubbornly. "Here, I'll prove it, I said reaching into my pocket to get my wallet.
I opened the wallet and took out a small, slightly faded picture of Lizzie. Smoothing out the creases I handed it to Tory. She stared at it for a while befrore handing it back. "So this means I have no chance of going out with you, huh?" she joked smiling a bit. I nodded, "Sorry."
"Flight 206 Texas to LA now boarding," rang through the narrow halls. Sighing, I grabbed my carry on and walked onto the plane with Tory following closely.
"What seat are you?" Tory asked looking down at her ticket. "23G" I murmered as we squeezed through the narrow ailse. "Oh cool, I'm 24G," she said. We found our seats and took off for LA.
I won't leave without making everything right again, I thought as I gaved out the window, I won't leave without Lizzie.
A/n:Well there ya go, ill try and get the next chap up soon. mel