Dizzy Miss Lizzy, 2:54
She made him dizzy. That was something Edwin would have expected from Casey, but from Lizzie? No way. She was the normal MacDonald girl. At least, that's what he thought. Sure, it had gotten a bit complicated when they'd started dating while still under their parents' roof. But they were happy. Or at least, he was. He thought she was too.
Now, he could barely stand to look at her from across the dinner table. Marti chatters on, oblivious.
Lizzie asks to be excused as their parents start discussing the apartment at Queens.
Two and a half months later, she's moving in. They both are.
The next evening, she's in his arms again, cussing up a storm.
"Uh, is there a problem?" Edwin asks.
"What? No, I'm… fine," her voice squeaks as she lies, "I guess. I… Edwin, we need to stop this. We should see other people."
"I've never seen another girl the way I've seen you."
"That's what I mean," she sighs. "We had a few firsts together, yeah; it was fun. But that's all it was, fun."
"Lizzie."
She looks up, meeting his gaze. "Huh?"
"It's never been just 'fun' for me."
"Oh."
"I loved—love—you Liz. But, if that's all it was for you, 'fun'… I think we're done here."
Her jaw clenches. "Fine. I never loved you anyways, Edwin Venturi!"
She gets up and leaves, slamming the door to his room, and he finally accepts that it's over. If only he could get over it. Or over her.