This new chapter is in the real world. Expect some comedy in this chapter, since it's getting so serious in the world of Harry Potter. I'm going to make some comedy happen in the real world. Let me know what you think.
'Since you've been gone
I can breathe for the first time
I'm so moving on, yeah, yeah
Thanks to you, now I get what I want
Since you've been gone…
-Kelly Clarkson/Since You've Been Gone-
CHAPTER TEN
RICHARD GETS HIS
If the truth were plainly laid out on the table, Bev would have to say she hated Richard Gibson. He was dead beat moocher. When Bev said she'd seen Richard at work, she didn't mean that he was working. Bev was a night manager at a twenty-four hour convenient store. Richard had stopped by for some beer and to make sure Bev told Lizzie they had a date.
Bev hadn't gotten along with Richard since she met him. Lizzie, however, liked something about the idiot, so she didn't say a word. Richard was due to arrive at any minute. Bev knew he'd do everything he could to get Lizzie to come out, so she could pay for his food, movie ticket, and whatever else. Bev had to try to convince him that she was truly sick, though.
When she heard the custom Richard Gibson knock, she slowly got up from the couch and answered the door. "Where's Lizzie?" he asked.
"She's sick."
"She didn't call me. How rude."
"Oh, yeah. So rude. I mean, between the puking her guts out every ten seconds, and coughing her lungs out, she should have found the time to call ya, Richard. I mean, Damn it!"
"I don't need your attitude, Bev. Let me see Liz."
"No. You might make her sicker," smirked Bev.
"Funny. Now, really. Let me see her."
"Really. No, Richard. She doesn't feel like seeing you. Just go find one of those girls you usually cheat on her with and be content with that. I'm sure one of um will pay your way."
"I don't cheat on Lizzie! You have no proof of that!"
"Sure I don't. Only surveillance video."
"You… that's… absolutely…"
"Not true, I know," she smirked, "But I scared the hell out of you, didn't I? You've got nothing to hide, do ya, Rich?"
"Listen. I want to see my girlfriend."
"I don't want to see you!"
Bev's eyes grew wide. She knew that voice. It was Lizzie's voice, even though it wasn't her mind. 'What is she doing!' Bev's mind screamed.
"Lizzie, what's the matter, baby…"
"Baby? I'm not your baby. I'm a grown woman, am I not. Look at me."
"Lizzie…"
"Take your leave, troll. I want nothing to do with you."
'Take your leave?' thought Bev, amused, 'Amazing!'
"Lizzie, what's the matter with you!"
"I always pay your way? I can't believe anyone would put up with that! You're gross and pathetic! Take your leave, before I resort to drastic measures!"
'I can't believe this! Oh my God, she's letting him have it! Go Pansy… or Lizzie… or… whatever!' thought Bev, happily.
"You're making a mistake, Lizzie," sneered Richard, "Do you know how many women would be glad to have me…"
"Not that many. The ones that would can't be that respectable. You've had this coming for a long time, as far as I can tell. Now, leave, so Beverly and I can go somewhere worth going… with people worth seeing."
"Fine. You'll be sorry. You'll come crying back. When you do, it'll be too late, baby. I'm the best thing you've ever had."
"That's got to be a lie. If I come crying back to you, that'll mean I've gone senile. Now, leave!"
Richard left, slamming the door behind him. "Oh my God, that was the greatest thing I've ever seen!" exclaimed Bev, "Did you see the look on his face! Lizzie may not be too happy, though, when she gets back."
"She'll get over it. Now she can find someone she deserves, that will treat her like a queen. Well… let's go."
"You were serious. You want to go somewhere?"
"Absolutely. I want to get her hair done, nails… she needs new clothes."
"Lizzie's clothes are fine for a girl who likes to skateboard…"
"I don't even know what that is. She needs nice clothes. Clothes that will make people notice her."
"Well, alright. Let's go."