In The Dust
A/N: Just wrote Chapter 5 and I'm on a roll! Hehe. I feel good writing for you guys again!
Chapter 6: Airplanes, Confessions, and Knowing the Truth
"I'm SO gonna be there to see you off, Gordo!" Lizzie exclaimed. It was the night before I left for LA, and me, Lizzie, and Miranda were on three-way calling. Miranda had apologized for blowing up on me, and I apologized for being stupid and accepting the offer. But nothing could stop me now.
"Same here. I'll be there before you, Lizzie!" Miranda said. I loved having friends that fought over me. Just kidding.
"I'll be there before BOTH of you!" I said. I would be, though. I'd be there at 6 in the morning, while they'd be getting there at 7:45.
"Good point. He will be there." Miranda loves to point out the obvious.
"No, really? He's the reason I'm waking up at 5 tomorrow morning!" Lizzie answered.
"5 in the morning is a little early, Lizzie! You'll be there at 7:45! You don't need an hour and 15 minutes to get ready!" I said. Why would she be getting all ready for me?
"Uh, yeah. Good point. I just thought—Well, never mind. I was being blonde."
"Sure you were, Liz. I know you better than I know the posters of Usher on my wall," Miranda said. Psh. She was lying. She knew every single detail about Usher.
"Yeah, you're right. Well, I think I have to go now. Bye, guys!" Lizzie rushed her words out. I wonder why...
"BYE!" Me and Miranda said in unison. She hung up and left Miranda and I alone to talk.
"You know why she was about to wake up at 5 in the morning, right?" Miranda asked.
"Uh, no?" I said. I seriously didn't know. I have a disease. It's called OBLIVIOUSITY.
"Give me some money and I'll buy you a clue! Seriously, though! She was gonna get all ready for YOU!" Miranda had harsh comebacks.
"She wouldn't take 15 minutes to get ready for a guy like me! I'm the kinda guy who she just takes advantage of, "I said. I thought that was the real truth.
"Yeah, right! She would take an hour to get ready for Ethan Craft, but she'd take an hour and a half to get ready for you. Not just because of how she looks, it's about what she'll say. I know Lizzie well enough to know that she falls asleep thinking about you. If I ever sleep over at her house, she'll say at least two things about you. Still think she only likes you as a friend?" Whoa. This is new. I never knew anyone could think about me a lot.
How could anyone fall asleep thinking about me? I could only see that happening if someone wanted to have a nightmare. How could people talk about me? I could see people talking trash about me, saying I'm a dork, but not good stuff about me. And, someone actually FALLING for me? No way.
"You're high, aren't you? You're talking like a crazy person."
"No, you just have this thought stuck in your mind that no one could ever love you, when the truth is, there's plenty of people who look up to you. I do. You're my hero, Gordo. Never, ever change. Promise me that you'll stay the same, cool Gordo I know, and not turn into a Hollywood snob."
"I promise."
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Lines are really long at the airport. Seriously, though. I got in line for luggage at 6 and got out of it at 7:05. I got my ticket at 7:19. I had about 20 minutes to get to my gate. So, I got there in ten, and there stood Miranda and Lizzie, waiting for me. My parents saw them there, so they go to the bookstore that's about a minute walk away from the gate, and leave us alone.
"You're here."
"We're here."
Miranda came up and gave me a hug.
"Call me every other day, okay?" Miranda was crying.
"Why every other day? Why not every day?"
"You'll waste your minutes." Her voice was muffled with tears. I hugged her closer and wiped her tears away.
"I'll miss you, Miranda."
"I'll miss you more. But, now I'll let you and Lizzie have some 'privacy'." Miranda knew what was best, so she hugged me again and left, going into the bookstore and saying goodbye to my parents.
"Lizzie, I need to –" I started to say something. Nothing else could come out, though. She bit her bottom lip and started crying. I walked up to her and hugged her. Wow. I had gotten tall, because her head fit perfectly on my shoulder.
"Y-you can't just l-leave me like this." No, I couldn't. I felt like a bad person.
"I don't want to. I really don't.."
"Then why did you accept the damn offer?" Her voice could hardly be heard, it was muffled that badly.
"I need to do this. My future depends on this. I need to get away from Hillridge."
"But, you can't." She sounded like a 5 year old. A very cute 5 year old.
"Why not, Liz?"
"Because.... Because..." She stopped herself from whatever she was about to say.
"Because what? Just tell me, Lizzie."
"Because... I need you." And with that, she kissed me. Her lips brushed softly against mine, and she pressed herself against me. I got into it, and kissed her back deeply. She pulled away once I kissed her back. Her eyes filled with tears, and she ran away from me, crying.
Wow. This is a very memorable day.
E/N: OOH! Lizzie "needs" Gordo. She needs him so much that she pulls him into a lip-lock. Yay. Action! I'm very happy now, especially since I just got a piece of pie. Yummy!