I knocked on her door hastily, with good reason too. There was no answer, but I knew better than to trust the silence, "Elizabeth! Open the door!" I shouted for her.

"No! You're mad!" She yelled in reply just on the other side of the door. She must have ran back here to lock herself in; a normal when people she cared about were mad at her. It was the only time she ran from things. The only difference this time is that she usually ran to me, not from me.

"You're darn tootin' I'm mad! What the heck was that?!" I wasn't going to lie to her. I sighed placing a hand on the door frame leaning against it. The bolt lock slide out of place and the door opened a crack stopped by the chain lock still in place. He head hung slightly and she looked up to me. "Well?" I asked, my eyes widening waiting for an answer.

"He sent me a text a few days ago; he said he wanted to talk. And that's all we did was talk." She explained.

"What's he even doing here? Are you going to let me in?"

"He's only here for a few months cause of his Dad's job and not if you're going to yell at me." Her eyes held the truth in her promise of not letting me in.

I sighed deeply and ran my hand through my hair and scratched the back of my head, "Yeah, okay." It wasn't something that was difficult to agree to, I was just so mad that yelling was the only way I knew to get it out, but that's not how me and her work.

She nodded closing the door for a moment. I could hear the chain lock slide out and fall to the door. The door opened again and Elizabeth stepped aside to let me in. "Though I am curious, what the hell? Why would you want to talk to him?" I asked as I walked in.

"I…" She sighed closing the door. I sat down at the dining table and she sat in the chair adjacent to me. "I don't know what I wanted actually; at first I wanted an apology and I wanted home to feel guilty, but -"

"There's a but?" I asked my head snapping to face her from looking at the table.

"If you would let me get to it, yes there is." She cocked her head to the side in that way that girls do when they get made, letting me know I was hitting buttons.

"There shouldn't be one, but okay - continue." I sat back in the chair, crossing my arms settling in for a story.

"We went for a walk and started talking. I started snapping at everything he said, and then he said he was sorry for everything and I started to feel bad for snapping at him-"

"I cornered him in an elevator and I don't feel a darn thing." I injected.

She looked at me, letting her hands fall to the table with a light slap, "Really? You're just going to talk like I wasn't trying to explain something? Is that really what you're doing?"

Her sarcasm made me fight a smile, "Sorry."

"I just…I don't know Sawyer. We didn't really talk much. I don't know what's going on to be honest." She leaned back into her seat.

"Lizzy, he's a liar. You gotta remember that." I said. I leaned forward on the table, like that would make her listen to me better.

"I remember, that's why I don't know what's going on." Her phone started playing a chopped up version of some song I didn't recognize. She slipped it out of her pocket and checked the ID. She smiled before answering, "Hey Los." She held up a finger to me signaling 'just a minute'.

I nodded. If he was going to be in town for a few months, then this whole thing with Brandon wouldn't be over yet. It was frustrating really, Elizabeth was never one for the drama that came with relationships; she had always said she didn't have the time for it. I couldn't help but thinking of all the ways, thought they were small, she was changing slowly. Whoever she was becoming, I hope she remembers the old Elizabeth, if only for moments at a time.

Her smile never left her face while she spoke with Carlos. There was a small back and forth between the two before she coved the mouth piece and looked over at me, "Mama Knight invited us for dinner; you wanna go?"

I looked at my phone, checking the time, when did it get late? I looked back to her, nodding again. Her smile widened, "We'll be there in a few minutes." She confirmed before saying goodbye and hanging up.

"So what are you going to do about Brandon?" I asked as we slowly rose from the table.

"Uhm, what did you say to him in the elevator?"

My face went blank, I'm not sure if she'll like this one too much, "Oh you know, just that if he came around again I'd beat his ass…" I let the end of my sentence trail off and looked anywhere but her…awkwardly.

"OH MY GOD, SAWYER!" She laughed loudly, shutting off the lights and locking the door behind her as we walked out. "You didn't."

"Yeah, I even halted the elevator." I smiled almost embarrassed.

"Have you ever even been in a fight?" She was amused, how lovely.

"Yes! In fact I ha-"

"In the show doesn't count."

"Ah, I see. Then no, no I have not, but I could fake it…" Now we were both chuckling as we made our way to 2J.

"We're going to get arrested over this at some point, aren't we?" She shoved her fists into the pockets of her jacket.

"Probably…but it'll be worth it, don't you think?"

"It all depends. Maybe I can get a song out of it?"

If anything I hope that's all she would get out of it. The last thing she needed right now was a new Brandon situation to make her break. If she could just remember herself, she would be fine. I remember talking with her through the night when it happened. It had been one of the main things that made her move to L.A with me and now I could only hope that that decision wasn't a mistake.


ALRIGHT.
A little confrontation between Sawyer and Elizabeth. Serious stuff going on...
Hmmm.
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