A/N: So Lizzy's back. I know I canged alot of names for characters but I threw a little parody in there that might explain some of it. None of the characters are completely like they are in the book so it felt wrong to keep the names.
Right well... have fun with it... sorry it's a bit shorter than I'd hoped. I'm starting to get to the fun part. Yey.
Make him go away…
Friday, October 2; 5:16 p.m.
Good news and bad new. Good news is that I'm no longer on my damn crutches and my stupid ankle feels so much better.
Now bad news: Jack is always there. I really do enjoy his company but between him, now sitting by me in Humanities and French, and him coming over to my house almost everyday this week; I've honestly been going to the gym just to escape him for an hour. I mean I prefer working out to hanging out with him. Wrong? I also think so.
I miss Erin too. She must feel so horrible lately. I haven't been able to escape the social leech long enough to honestly talk to her about Eddie the Idiot. I think even she's pretty upset about Jack always being around even though she always used to push me to be more sociable. I don't know but she always just looks over at me during Humanities and just gives me this pathetic face but I when I ask, "What's the matter?" she just shakes her head and Jack will say something like, "There's nothing wrong with me baby. What's wrong with you?" and then he turns back around before I can scowl and tell him I wasn't talking to him.
Grrr. He calls me baby.
That's almost as bad as Trevor calling me sweetums.
Speaking of which the doorbell rang last night and Bridget ran to beat me to it so she could greet Jack first and swoon all over him but she seemed pretty put out when it was Trevor instead.
He was pretty rude to her and asked to speak with her "luscious older sister". Bridget scowled and tricked me into coming to the door. The stupid little twerp gave me hideous flowers, invited himself inside, and told me at least three times that I'm the girl he's going to marry.
"I hear you're dating that Jack-fella," he said smirking and at this point I still hadn't said a single word to him, "well you really needn't bother trying to make me jealous. I already desire you." Yes he honestly used the word desire.
"Trevor that is most definitely-"he interrupted me, which I absolutely loathe when anyone does yet alone people I don't want to talk to at all.
"Shh. Shh, sweetums. You really needn't bother to try and throw me off; even Bridget won't deny our instant, mutual attraction. She assures me of your feelings. Not that I'm not capable of discovering them on my own," he tried to smile saucily but instead looked like a doped-up idiot so I was forced to stop him before he assured himself that I already considered us to be engaged.
"Trevor. You annoying little prick," I shot back as coldly as I could muster, teeth clenched and all. "Let me assure you: I do not, will not, and have never even looked at you as more than an annoying little pest that I would like to get rid of as soon as possible."
"Oh Lizzy," he said still smiling arrogantly but I could tell it began to seem forced.
"No, Trevor," I growled. "Leave. Now." I opened up the door and practically shoved him through it.
After viciously slamming the door in his face, as he tried to make one final protest, I stomped off to Bridget's room as angrily as possible.
"Bridget, you stupid whore, what the hell have you been telling your stupid friend about my 'feelings'?"
She sat up on her bed quickly. "What are you doing in my room? Get out. You're not allowed in here!" She made her voice go shrill as if I was the one who had done something wrong.
"Don't give me that shit. Next time you tell anyone that I have feelings, other than pure contempt, for them I will rip out what little is left of your cold black heart and feed it to mom for breakfast."
She looked at me for a second and I noticed her biting her lip to keep it from trebling. "But mom doesn't ever eat breakfast."
The image of her sitting there in her condition as she said this, for once sounding so vulnerable, just made me laugh out loud even with how upset I was. It wasn't long until I was flopping onto her bed as we both laughed our heads off. "I suppose I could liquefy it and feed it to her as a protein shake," I muttered in between peels of laughter.
Bridget had her head hanging off the side of the bed so all I could see was her neck. She giggled. "As long as it contains less than a hundred calories." She giggled again.
"Oh I'm sure it will. You have a very small heart Bridge. Some might compare you to the Grinch." She laughed and I laughed at her because she flipped off the bed and landed on her head.
"The world is so much more fun upside down."
"Yes. Maybe it was originally planned to be upside down but they accidentally built it wrong, and that's why every thing sucks so bad. I firmly believe that we should spend the rest of our lives on our heads," I said giggling as she tried to set herself back up on the bed as she was.
After she fell again and I laughed at her expense for another five minutes she sat up and looked at me. "Lizzy why don't you like Jack?" she asked bluntly.
I shrugged. "I like Jack just fine."
"Then how come you always seemed so put out? Like you'd rather be with someone else."
"I don't seem like that," I muttered scrunching my eyebrows together.
"Lizzy I've seen you with guys you like and you just aren't like that with Jack. You're distracted."
I held my confused eyebrow scrunch. "Well he's just always around. I want to hang out with Erin and play with Damien. I don't know I guess it just seems like Jack wants more than to just be friends and he'll push it until he's convinced he has it."
"So you're not dating then?"
I shot her a funny look at her brightened tone. "No. Not to my knowledge at least."
She smiled. "Okay then. You can leave now."
I scowled and made sure to mess up her perfectly straight hair as I walked out the door.
After I left I called Jack and told him I'd be needing the next few days with Erin and that I'd see him tomorrow and then not again until Monday. He sounded disgruntled but I didn't leave room for argument.
I then called Erin and told her she is being forced to spend today and the rest of the weekend with me.
She didn't sound like that was much of a chore.
Girls' night in…
Saturday, October 3; 11:17 p.m.
So last night me and Erin rented the eight hour BBC version of Pride and Prejudice and spent the entire night drooling over Colin Firth and guys with cute English accents.
"English accents are so adorable," she swooned.
"Shirtless males are so adorable," I sighed right back.
"Shirtless males? Shall we go to the beach tomorrow?" she asked smiling.
"We shall," I replied nodding. About five minutes later I picked back up our conversation about accents. "You see the problem with the English accent is that it is usually accompanied by a fairly unattractive male."
"Not all English men are ugly," she protested.
"Yes but majority are. One can't uphold the attractiveness rating of an entire country on a select few. I think I'd much prefer a southern gentleman, like in Hope Floats or something."
She sighed and shoved a spoon into her pint of ice cream. "I think it's just a myth."
"What is?"
"The whole 'southern gentleman' crap. I mean we've lived in the south our entire lives and I've never met one. Rednecks, sure. But definitely not gentlemen. Even if I thought I had."
I was sensing a serious Eddie reference. "E we don't live in the south. I mean technically Florida is south of New York and such but I mean, were we ever even a part of the whole southern hospitality thing? I've never baked an apple pie or even seen a neighborhood 4th of July picnic. I'd say we just missed. We got stuck with the rejected rednecks and none of the perks."
"Liz I never understood how you can look at things so logically. You have that whole 'the glass is half empty, then that means someone drank my water' thing going on. Aren't you ever totally irrational?"
I looked at her with my usual eyebrow scrunch. "Ok first off I haven't said that glass thing since eighth grade, and when have I ever been rational or logical? Sure I can analyze things just fine but I get emotionally attached just like you."
She snorted. "No Lizzy you make sure that emotions, especially yours, aren't involved as much as possible. You may be quick to close the door on someone but that doesn't make you emotional, that makes you stubborn."
"I'm not stubborn. I change my mind about things all the time," I replied mock indignant.
"I'm not talking about ice cream flavors here Lizzy. I'm talking about people. I mean you stopped talking to Charlotte after she stole one of your pencils."
"That was third grade. I changed my mind about you, didn't I?"
"You hated me and only stopped because you had just stopped talking to Charlotte and needed a new friend," she replied smiling at our old feud over who had better pig-tails in grade school.
It was a light-hearted debate between us. "You seemed pretty grateful at the time."
She laughed. "The wrath of Lizzy will make anyone concede."
I scowled. "You know not everyone deserves a second chance. Sometimes, I know this might seem shocking for kind hearted Erin, but sometimes bad people truly are just bad people. As simple as that. Why get hurt twice?"
"Oh Elizabeth," she smiled shaking her head.
"You haven't called me Elizabeth in forever."
"I'm not calling you by your name I'm making a comparison," she said pointedly.
"Elizabeth?"
"Miss. Bennett you sure do catch on slow."
"Elizabeth Bennett? If I'm Elizabeth does that make you Jane?"
"I'm not your sister Lizzy."
"Well Bridget is definitely no Jane," we both laughed at the idea of Bridget ever being considered a kind-hearted person.
"Hey Lizzy did you ever think it was weird? You know the whole Darcy-Darcy thing?" she asked suddenly serious. "I mean it's not exactly a common last name. And you are a Lizzy. And you do hate him."
"What are you getting at?"
"It's just you're a lot like her and he's a lot like him…"
I laughed. "Will Darcy is nothing like him. Mr. Darcy is a gentleman not an arrogant ass hole."
"No, not a gentleman at first. Remember? Some might say an arrogant, a.k.a. proud, person. Sound familiar?"
"I get where you're going with this Erin but life isn't like a book. Especially a book written about 200 years ago. Books and dreams are called fictional for a reason. True life just isn't like that."
"I'm just pointing out the similarities. Interpret them how you wish." She smiled and went back to the kitchen to put away her ice cream.
Eventually I fell asleep by the time Elizabeth ran into Mr. Darcy at Pemberly in the movie and had this horrible dream that real Darcy and fictional Darcy (a.k.a. super hot Colin Firth) were chasing me around with wedding rings and Erin, Bridget, and my mom were telling me to be sensible and just marry them because no one wants to die a virgin.
Eventually I awoke the next morning to Erin's snoring. Without much compassion (she's a really annoying snorer) I woke her up and dragged her to the beach where she quickly fell right back to sleep. It's amazing that that girl feels no qualms about snoring in public. I wonder if she even realizes she does it.
She'd woken up by the time we headed home around three and we sang old Brittney Spears songs at the top of our lungs to strangers at stoplights, including, coincidently, my uncle.
Somehow Erin managed to talk me into going with her to some stupid party at Ty Willington's house and I was honestly held to the bed while she forced nice clothes on me. She refused the layered tanks claiming I hide behind my layers way too much and made a horrible Shrek/Onion simile that made me laugh as she shoved a way too small push-up bra into my hands.
She dressed me like a total slut, with major cleavage and far too much leg showing, and the whole night I played the part of the blonde bimbo I always refused to be. I danced closer than I'd ever danced before (and I mean close) and drank more than I ever had and even made out with the host Ty himself. Although in retrospect I understand that this won't help my rumor mill and I'll become a whore for cheating on both of my respective 'boyfriends' but what the hell. I had fun (Ty was nice) and since when did I ever give a damn what other people thought? Lizzy's happiness comes first and tonight Lizzy is happy.
Although I have a very strong suspicion that I will not feel quite so good in the morning.
...Ow...
Sunday, October 4; Way too freaking early.
I am such a freaking idiot.
I need Tylenol.
Ow.
How did I even get home?
The benefits of bullshit…
Tuesday, October 6; Lalala who freaking cares!
Can you believe it that for once, the fact that people can't shut their huge freaking mouths managed to accomplish the two major things I most desired.
Jack, although now even more flirtatious, hasn't been to my house in the past five whole days. Yey, he's no longer breathing down my neck but I have noticed him breathing down Janie Masterson's. I'd feel bad but I think she seems to really enjoy it. So now we just have one of those overly friendly friendship kind of a deal worked out.
The second thing is that no one seemed to hear, or if they did they didn't care, about the fact that Trevor the annoying sophomore seems to be completely broken hearted over the whole debacle on Thursday. I really may be a horrible person with other people's feelings but I did nothing on my part to promote his feelings so I really can't be blamed for his and Bridget's stupidity.
Also Erin and I giggle every time we hear the names Ty Willington or Jake Carter (her night companion) who we both have decided make excellent flings and they seem to feel the same about us. It truly is a great relationship, the relationship of a fling. A great mutual, no strings attached type of thing.
Jo and I started our Zen level thingy for I.D. (interpretive dance is much too long a phrase hence the abbreviation) which is supposed to mean that we have reached a whole new level of relaxation and the teacher has applauded us as her favorite pupils. I know, who'd have thought that I'd ever reach a state of extreme relaxation. She says I'd be a natural at Yoga, so Jo and I decided to make arrangements to go to this cool Yoga loft place this weekend. It shall be fun.
Finally all that gym time from last week is starting to catch up with me so I feel sore but altogether rather thin. So despite not caring what others think I must admit I'm brimming with confidence at the moment. So I have also taken it upon myself to sign up for three classes this week and kick some serious gym ass.
Forget what I said in middle school. The glass is half full.
Fucking gym…
Thursday, October 8; 7:15 p.m.
God I hate the freaking gym. There I am in my first ever weight lifting class when none other than the Great Ass-hole Will Darcy walks in with all his damn weights and all that bullshit.
God it was so hot in there and I was dying with my measly five pound weights and he just happened to be so freaking good at the class and there were hardly any people in there.
Oh god I'm in panic mode. Must calm down. Grrr. Zen mode.
Ok so the whole class he's just staring at me while we worked out and I refused to show even the slightest indication of fatigue but I was sweating like a pig and I felt so gross in my big t-shirt and an old pair of spandex. Just the way he kept looking at me made me feel so inadequate and that's what I hate about him.
I was so relieved when the class was over that I practically sprinted out and promptly hopped on a bike for some much needed cardio when he comes up and stands by my bike.
"Hey Lizzy."
"Er. Hi," I muttered trying to brush him off.
He stood there quiet for a second as if I should drop to my knees and bow to him.
"So… what's up?" I asked awkwardly deciding that if he wasn't going to leave I'd rather talk than him just stare at me.
He shrugged. "I'm fine." I looked at him funny because that was definitely not the type of answer one gives for that question which just confirmed that he wasn't even listening to me.
"Right…"
"So was that your first time in that class?" he asked.
I did my customary eyebrow scrunch and nodded, "Yes".
"Oh I could tell."
My eyes bulged a little. "Excuse me?"
He shifted nervously for a second. "Well I haven't seen you there before is all I meant. I always go to that class. I would have seen you before. That's all I meant."
"Okaaaay," I replied drawing out my syllables and then realized I'd stopped pedaling and quickly picked it back up again. "That's nice." I made a mental note to never go back to that class.
"Oh right. I'm going to go then…" he drifted off wiping some sweat off his face and I kind of blushed at the thought that he was cute even while sweaty. Maybe even more so.
"Bye."
He looked at me for another second which only prompted me to up the resistance on my bike and push a little faster. He kind of half smiled and left.
God just when you think you've found a sanctuary. A place you can go and only find overly buff male insecurities and annoyingly tiny women. Grrr. One should never see someone they hate at the gym, their moment of pureness and vulnerability.
Especially not someone they loathe.
Of Yoga and Pedicures…
Saturday, October 10; 8:20 p.m.
So I picked up Jo this morning at her ginormous mansion. I mean honestly it's huge. Just for her and her brother. And probably their personal maids. I mean, god, they have a freaking movie theatre in there.
Freaks.
Anyway we went to the Yoga Loft place and it was fun. Some of the positions are so uncomfortable and take like five minutes just to twist yourself into, but it was a pretty decent workout so we made plans to go next week and hopefully continue to do so for quite awhile. It is our new weekly tradition.
So here's where it got a little weird. Afterward we decided on a total whim to get our nails done because I confessed to her that I'd never done it before.
It was weird. She insisted on paying. I told her that $20 was a ridiculous amount to spend on a completely superficial ritual that we could very well do ourselves.
She just laughed and paid anyway.
"Lizzy you don't always have to be so independent you know. For every now and then you can let someone pick up the slack for you."
I felt a little embarrassed about being told I was too independent by a freshman. "I don't. There are tons of things I let people do for me."
She sighed and smiled. "Like allowing people to carry you over their shoulders out of dances?"
I paled considerably. "You heard about that?"
"Everyone and their mothers heard about that. Oh and the whole Ty thing. Ty Willington? I mean he gets around Lizzy."
I then went straight from being paler than I ever had been to being pinker than I ever had been. I honestly think I set personal records in both.
"Can we not talk about it?" I asked for the first time truly regretting what I'd done last weekend.
"Of course. Whatever you want." She sighed again and looked at me for a second almost as if she was calculating every aspect of me.
We let the topic lay but the entire ride home all I wanted to do was just ask what the look was about. Does she think I'm a whore now? Have I done something horrible to her that caused her to evaluate what she had thought about me? I was in full panic mode by the time I pulled up to her house but she just smiled at me.
"Don't worry Lizzy you've done nothing wrong. Everyone does crazy things sometimes. God knows I have."
As she left despite the fact that I care not what any person thinks of me I was relieved that she wasn't judging me on it.
I've decided to avoid the whole party scene for a while though. Just to cool down is all.
So tonight I have instead decided to be a good girl and take Damien to a movie instead.
Unfortunately he has his heart on seeing the latest chick-flick and I can't bring myself to tell him no.
I know what people say, but despite that I truly am just a big old softy.
Coincidence? I think not...
Friday, October 16; Early but I still plan on going to bed very soon.
Tired. Have been to the gym four times this week and you want to know the worst thing about it? Every freaking time I've gone I've seen Darcy.
Every fucking time.
It's almost as if he just hangs around there all day long waiting to ruin my life. Or maybe he has no life himself and the only place he feels accepted is with the stupid personal trainers.
It really bites though because he looks at me with this condescending face that makes me push so hard and do all these crazy workouts that keep making me so sore.
Yesterday I'd just spent half an hour on the damn treadmill, which is twice as long as I normally do it for, and my bad ankle was killing me so I was sitting on this bench by the water fountains rubbing it and rolling it around.
Of course Darcy comes up and drinks at the water fountain for about ten minutes. When he stopped he looked at me as he walked by and even turned back to me once he'd passed. He's really not one for subtlety, that's for sure.
I just wish he'd go back to his five year streak of pretending I didn't exist that he'd maintained so well. It would honestly make it so much easier for me.
Life can never be easy though, can it?
The game of Life…
Sunday, October 18; noon-ish
So everyone (a.k.a. Jack, Erin, Damien, and Janie as Jack's plus one) came over last night to play Life and we got into this huge debacle over the fact that in my game I refused to get married and have children and refused to give in to Erin's pressure.
"The games just not fun if you don't have kids, Lizzy," she said eyeing me as she shoved her second pair of twins into her perfectly pink car, right behind her little blue husband.
"No the game's not fun for you if you don't have kids. I don't see where I fit into the equation at all," I pointed out.
"But Lizzy they're just little pegs. Who would it really hurt to have them?" Janie asked smiling as she moved her two cars full of little pegs six spaces down the board.
"It hurts no one but it'd be like giving into the game and the pressures of life. I'm just making a statement that life doesn't have to consist of mini-vans full of children," I replied shrugging.
"I happen to like the pegs," Jack said picking up each of his three sons from the car and holding them up. "I named this one Jack jr., this one is Jack the third, and this one is Cindy because I think he'll be the girly son."
We all laughed except Damien who grabbed the peg called Cindy and muttered, "He's probably my son then." And we all laughed a little bit harder.
"I don't know, I might agree with Lizzy on this one," Damien said handing Jack back the Cindy-peg and giving me a smile. "I think that sometimes the world sees things a bit too structured for my liking. Why can't people just let us live our lives without worrying about the image we project to our neighbors. Sometimes the system is just too black and white."
"I don't think it is," Erin replied cheerily shoving yet another child into her car and buying her third house all in one spin, "I think with everyone trying so hard to 'break the mold' there's been this kind of backlash against living that whole 'House and Gardens' lifestyle. What's so wrong with pearl necklaces and mini-vans? When did wanting to get married and become a mom make me a sell out?"
I smiled at her because she honestly seemed upset. "It doesn't make you a sell out E. It makes you, you. But for a person like me that lifestyle just doesn't fit. Never in my life did I picture myself in it, and if I ever did find myself in it I just can't stop the feeling that I'd feel trapped. For you though, it's perfectly acceptable."
Erin studied me for a second but Damien spoke first. "Do you say that because that's how your mother feels or because that's how you really think it works? So Lizzy all it comes down to is: do you avoid that lifestyle because you're scared or because you just don't think it'll ever happen to you?"
I scowled at him. "I avoid it, because I don't want it. I want romantic weekends in Rome and the ability to move cities with no reserves. I just want the ability to be spontaneous without a million pounds of baggage."
"I can respect that," Jack muttered, "No man wants to be tied down. I guess Lizzy would also fit into that category."
"Oh thanks Jack. Real sweet. Just group me into the sex consisting of people like cheating husbands, and horn dogs," I replied hitting him on the arm and smiling.
"Lizzy, don't scorn," Erin replied with a serious demeanor and her nose poking slightly into the air, "and don't generalize."
"Yes," Jack poked in again to lighten the mood, "not all men are Will Darcy."
Excellent Jack. Excellent.
The 411…
Thursday, October 22; 5:55p.m. (Make a wish)
Have completely run down my bank account and have been forced into getting a job at Starbucks by my mom who knows not of my dad sending me $100 in gas money every month and still refuses to contribute to my Target shop-a-holic tendencies.
So I applied Monday to work at Starbucks due to my irresistible coffee addiction and the fact that they pay over eight dollars an hour.
I must admit I did pretty well in my very casual interview with some bubble gum popping college chick and am very proud to say I was hired the next day.
Besides the fact that I am now a working girl and start my training tomorrow afternoon (had to cancel with Jo. So much for the whole weekly tradition thing) it was a pretty boring week except that Jack seems to have moved past Janie and onto some new girl named Carol or something and Janie has called me once and come up to me in the hallways to talk about what happened.
She thinks we're kindred spirits and that Jack did the same thing to me and I'm too scared to see if she'd cry if I told her that I had the opposite problem with him.
I do actually feel bad for her because her confidence is pretty low so I invited her to a spinning class (the only class I'm safe from Darcy because he's too insecure to join a "chick class") and I now have a gym buddy besides the awkward relations between me and Darcy that take place there.
For more gossip Trevor has set his sights on Charlotte, whom I was friends with way back in the day and despite her semi-plainness is still way out of his league, and for some very, very strange reason she seems flattered by his advances and they're going on a date tomorrow night or at least that what Erin tells me.
Now for something I consider to be very, very funny. Jackilyn was caught making-out with Jeff Bridges, a.k.a. spotted Jeff. He's got more acne than he does skin which means that some are honestly on top of each other. Not only is that extremely disgusting but since they were caught by the dean on school grounds she's suspended for two days. Hah. Karma I tell you, Karma.
But to be honest I do feel kind of bad for Eddie. I'd never tell Erin this but I honestly pity the kid. I ran into him today after humanities and he just looked so lonely. I wonder if he's starting to realize how much he misses Erin or if he's just upset that his good family name too the blow of his sister's disgustingness. Knowing him and Darcy it's probably the latter.
Jack and I have started this game to play in humanities where we talk pretty loudly so that Darcy can hear us and see which one of us can get him to look up from his desk, which he's constantly staring at, the most. So far I'm winning after a very awkward monologue about condoms that even made his ears turn pink and Erin turn around and pop her eyes out at me.
Jack and I laughed for hours afterwards.
Good stuff.
Manual labor…
Saturday, October 24; waaay toooo freaking late.
Am mentally and physically exhausted.
Annoying Janie is obsessed now with spinning drags me out of bed this morning for the 8:00 a.m. spinning class after which I am forced to shower at the place and head straight to my first day of training at which I was spoken to as if I was an incompetent four year old that can't even spell my own name.
Must people be so bitchy all the tame? It's bad enough that we have to take your orders. You don't have t be rude about it all. Grrr.
I need sleep and Advil. And maybe even a full box of Midol. Grrr.
Oh and a bag of Starbursts!
Homemade costumes
Sunday, October 25; Like 7-something
Bridget, Erin, Janie, and I went for some serious Halloween shopping today. Which, in case you didn't know, is pretty hard core. I'm talking like S&M and all that crap. Bridge almost got beat up by this crazy soccer mom over this hideous wig of dreadlocks that Bridget was just playing around with.
Do to the violence I have decided two things. First I shall become a pacifist and second that I no longer support store bought costumes and shall hereby make my own and also not allow anyone I know to obtain one, besides Erin, Janie, and Bridget because they all bought theirs today.
Since I still don't have a paycheck in my hand this is also a much more economical solution to my serious problems, because today we stopped at Target and I bought another pair of these super comfortable pajama shorts. I mean I needed them because I wear the everywhere, the beach and the gym and my house. See that's everywhere.
Anyway I'm thinking about going to the costume-dancey thingy at our school as either a ladybug or a ballerina.
I really think I should have taken more dance lessons because I really would have made an awesome ballerina. I'm quite graceful despite anything that Erin, my mother, Bridget, or most people tell you.
I truly am despite the ankle spraining incident at homecoming last month. I am as graceful as a swan.
Just so long as I remember not to wear heels to the damn dance.
The horrors of Halloween…
Saturday, October 31 (H-day itself); pa-cha! Like I freaking know .A watch doesn't fit in with my costume.
So, so, so. I went to target on Monday and found these awesome ballet slippers that I considered to be fate and had to buy for my costume, and totally fell in love with. So I gave into the Halloween jubilation and bought them despite being more than I should spend and planned on stopping at the craft store on the way home for more costume supplies only to discover once I got there that crafts are much too expensive for my taste.
So I then decided to be a "Figment of Your Imagination" (or at least that's what I called my masterpiece) which consists of every hair thing I own shoved in every spot in my hair that a hair object might stay, lots of glitter all over my face, a very pink pair of tights with a very tiny mini skirt, every colorful shirt I own just layered galore, and one very cute pair of ballet slippers. No heels.
I must admit it was fun and everyone laughed when they saw me and even Mom decided I was worth snapping a couple of pictures of. Halloween is great. A wonderful time of the year when one can give into sugar cravings, compassion towards adorable, but ultimately evil, little kids through candy, and the ability to dress like an idiot and still be considered awesome.
Major disappointment of the night is that Jack never showed up despite promising to me that he would. I think he was either avoiding mass social gatherings, which I honestly don't blame him for, or Janie who has finally regained some confidence. If it is the latter I'll be very upset because she's been so cool about the whole Carol thing and I think I could honestly be pretty good friends. He'd be a pretty huge jerk if he was just avoiding her.
I must admit I'd be upset.
Anyway the whole dance was pretty customary since it was just this weird school thing, which is just the schools way of keeping us off the streets so we don't resort to vandalism as our major form of entertainment. I went with Erin and Janie and Damien and we had fun each taking our turn with Dames and even Ty sought me out for a dance for "old time's sake". Although disappointingly we didn't kiss this time.
It was fun and I danced much better without the heels this time.
The fairly depressing part is that Eddie came up to me at one point just as a slow song was coming on and asked me to dance but I could tell his intentions lay else where.
"I think your costume's funny," he muttered as we kept about as far apart as possible.
"Thanks. " I shrugged. "I just kind of threw it together last minute."
"That's what's cool about you Lizzy. You have a sense of humor. And you don't pressure people into things they don't want to do. And you respect your friend's wishes even if you don't agree with them."
I gave him a pointed look as he rambled. "Who's pressuring you Eddie? You know you really shouldn't feel obligated by any one. 'Do what makes you happy,' I always say."
He smiled pathetically. "Does Erin hate me?"
I couldn't bring myself to say yes. "Erin doesn't hate anyone. She's too nice. But I won't lie and say that you didn't hurt her."
He sighed and dropped his shoulders. "That's what I thought. Could you just tell her that I really never meant to. That I honestly did- do like her and I wasn't just playing her."
I smiled despite the sad circumstances. "I'm not the one who should be telling her those things. You are, but if you really can't then I have no problem helping you out."
He smiled back and for once it didn't look quite so pathetic, then his eyes popped at something over my shoulder. "Shit! I got to go Lizzy. Thanks though." He squeezed my hand and practically sprinted into a crowd of nearby people.
I turned around to see what had freaked out him so bad but all I saw was a group of Jocks, Will Darcy among them staring right at me.
What does one do when they find people openly gawking at them? Well I don't know what most do but I walked over to them. "So are you legally blind or do you guys just have staring problems?" Most of them averted their eyes, two laughed, and Will Darcy tightened his lips.
"You know Will, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you do have a serious staring problem," I shot at him coldly but he still didn't turn away. "Oh and I also think this," I growled and stomped on his foot as hard as I could possible manage, actually wishing I'd done so that night when I was wearing heels. "Have a nice day," I added with a sickly sweet smile before I stomped off into the crowd in the general direction of where I thought Erin might be.
That display alone I think qualifies this night as a successful one.
That and the fact that I love scary movies. They make me laugh.
So does Damien so the rest of my night was perfect with a sweet movie marathon until… well until now.
Halloween… you're a-okay with me!
A/N: Chah cha! Review?