Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2005 9:13 pm
Look! I found the time to write something! I am posting a part finally! ::laughs::
I’m assuming from Alex’s last part that Liz and Iz never rejoined the rest, so I just came up with something to explain Liz’s absence at least. Hey, Ruby, I’m borrowing Iz for a little bit. Maybe it’s time for roommates to share a secret . . . or possibly two . . .
<center>~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ Liz ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~</center>
I finish with my shower and get dressed in my cloud-pattern pajamas, and although I know I could go back downstairs and watch the movies with the others, I find myself enjoying the silence of the room. I twist my wet hair up and use a clip to fasten it in place and decide to take some time for myself. So much of my time has been spent with others when I haven’t been working, and it isn’t that I dislike them, I just feel like I could use some quiet time to myself.
I go looking through my things, trying to find the book that I had brought with me. Instead I first come across the rose that Max had given me. I smile absently as I bring it up to my nose and inhale the fresh, sweet scent. It felt so nice to receive that gift, even if it was just a simple token of friendship.
Friendship. I suppose that I haven’t been appearing very friendly with Max. I’ve probably come across rather aloof at times with my distance and how I always seem to be running away. I really do want him as a friend at the very least. It’s just so . . . hard to e around him sometimes because I lose all my thoughts and my mind mists over slightly. And it’s even harder when he’s with Tess. They seem so close, so comfortable with each other. It’s like a reminder of something that I know that in all likeliness, I won’t have with him. I take a deep breath and decide that from now on, I’m going to be stronger, nicer, and warmer towards Max. He deserves that at the very least.
Putting the flower down on my nightstand, I continue to look for the book. Finding it, I get on my bed and lean back against the pillows after taking note of the time. I think I can give myself another half hour to read before I should head back downstairs. I curl my legs closer to me as I open the book and place the receipt, which is serving as a bookmark, in the back of the book. I immerse myself in this world filled with characters and situations that felt so real. Their relationships, their conflicts, their struggles, their conversations, their circumstances take me to a different world, allowing me a small escape from my own life.
I yawned, pausing in my reading to stretch and look at the clock. I practically jumped out of the bed when I realized how much time had actually passed and how long I had been away from the group. Izzy isn’t back yet, so they must still be watching movies, which movie, I have no idea. I do know that it can’t be X2 any longer. I stick the receipt in between the pages and place it on my nightstand beneath the rose and head downstairs, deciding to stop by the kitchen to get a glass of water to drink and to bring up to my room should I get thirsty during the night.
“Izzy?” I say questioningly, confused. I thought she was with the others. I move to get a glass and fill it with water.
“Hey, Liz,” she greets with a smile that seems to cover whatever mood she was feeling before I came in.
“Hey,” I say as I come around the island to be in front of her. “I thought you’d be with the others, watching movies.”
“Are you just coming down now?”
“Yeah. I decided to take advantage of the quiet and read for a little while. I just lost track of time,” I say and take a sip of water. “Why are you in here?”
I watch as she silently looks down at her well-manicured hands, not answering the question, and I don’t know whether she doesn’t answer because she simply doesn’t want to talk about it, or if she just doesn’t want to talk about it with me.
“I know that we just met and there probably isn’t any reason for you to trust me like you do with your friends, but I’m hoping that you might with time. You just look like . . .” I trail off, searching for the right words to say, and she looks up at me with her brown eyes that seem a both a little lost and slightly afraid. Afraid of what I might say? Or something else?
“You just look like you could use someone to talk to.” I smile and try to lighten things by adding, “If you can’t talk to your roommate, who can you talk to?” I think back to the secret Alex and I share. As silly as it seems, I felt so much better when I knew that he was keeping my secret. “I’ll keep this a secret if that’s what you want. I promise.”
She looks back down at her hands, thinking over what I just said, I suppose. And probably whether she wants this to be something the camera’s pick up. As long as it’s in her mind, it’s completely hers. Once she says it to anyone, including me, in confidence, the cameras will pick it up. At least now she knows that if she really needs to and wants to talk about it, she can talk to me about it.
“Hey! This is where you two are. We were starting to wonder what happened to you guys.”
<center>~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ End Liz ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~</center>
Okay, so whoever wants to stumble in on the two of them can take that opening. It can be just about anyone, although (now that I reread that) I don't think it's Michael. Ruby, if you want Iz to talk it over with Liz, they can do that in their room.
~Sugarplum
I’m assuming from Alex’s last part that Liz and Iz never rejoined the rest, so I just came up with something to explain Liz’s absence at least. Hey, Ruby, I’m borrowing Iz for a little bit. Maybe it’s time for roommates to share a secret . . . or possibly two . . .
<center>~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ Liz ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~</center>
I finish with my shower and get dressed in my cloud-pattern pajamas, and although I know I could go back downstairs and watch the movies with the others, I find myself enjoying the silence of the room. I twist my wet hair up and use a clip to fasten it in place and decide to take some time for myself. So much of my time has been spent with others when I haven’t been working, and it isn’t that I dislike them, I just feel like I could use some quiet time to myself.
I go looking through my things, trying to find the book that I had brought with me. Instead I first come across the rose that Max had given me. I smile absently as I bring it up to my nose and inhale the fresh, sweet scent. It felt so nice to receive that gift, even if it was just a simple token of friendship.
Friendship. I suppose that I haven’t been appearing very friendly with Max. I’ve probably come across rather aloof at times with my distance and how I always seem to be running away. I really do want him as a friend at the very least. It’s just so . . . hard to e around him sometimes because I lose all my thoughts and my mind mists over slightly. And it’s even harder when he’s with Tess. They seem so close, so comfortable with each other. It’s like a reminder of something that I know that in all likeliness, I won’t have with him. I take a deep breath and decide that from now on, I’m going to be stronger, nicer, and warmer towards Max. He deserves that at the very least.
Putting the flower down on my nightstand, I continue to look for the book. Finding it, I get on my bed and lean back against the pillows after taking note of the time. I think I can give myself another half hour to read before I should head back downstairs. I curl my legs closer to me as I open the book and place the receipt, which is serving as a bookmark, in the back of the book. I immerse myself in this world filled with characters and situations that felt so real. Their relationships, their conflicts, their struggles, their conversations, their circumstances take me to a different world, allowing me a small escape from my own life.
I yawned, pausing in my reading to stretch and look at the clock. I practically jumped out of the bed when I realized how much time had actually passed and how long I had been away from the group. Izzy isn’t back yet, so they must still be watching movies, which movie, I have no idea. I do know that it can’t be X2 any longer. I stick the receipt in between the pages and place it on my nightstand beneath the rose and head downstairs, deciding to stop by the kitchen to get a glass of water to drink and to bring up to my room should I get thirsty during the night.
“Izzy?” I say questioningly, confused. I thought she was with the others. I move to get a glass and fill it with water.
“Hey, Liz,” she greets with a smile that seems to cover whatever mood she was feeling before I came in.
“Hey,” I say as I come around the island to be in front of her. “I thought you’d be with the others, watching movies.”
“Are you just coming down now?”
“Yeah. I decided to take advantage of the quiet and read for a little while. I just lost track of time,” I say and take a sip of water. “Why are you in here?”
I watch as she silently looks down at her well-manicured hands, not answering the question, and I don’t know whether she doesn’t answer because she simply doesn’t want to talk about it, or if she just doesn’t want to talk about it with me.
“I know that we just met and there probably isn’t any reason for you to trust me like you do with your friends, but I’m hoping that you might with time. You just look like . . .” I trail off, searching for the right words to say, and she looks up at me with her brown eyes that seem a both a little lost and slightly afraid. Afraid of what I might say? Or something else?
“You just look like you could use someone to talk to.” I smile and try to lighten things by adding, “If you can’t talk to your roommate, who can you talk to?” I think back to the secret Alex and I share. As silly as it seems, I felt so much better when I knew that he was keeping my secret. “I’ll keep this a secret if that’s what you want. I promise.”
She looks back down at her hands, thinking over what I just said, I suppose. And probably whether she wants this to be something the camera’s pick up. As long as it’s in her mind, it’s completely hers. Once she says it to anyone, including me, in confidence, the cameras will pick it up. At least now she knows that if she really needs to and wants to talk about it, she can talk to me about it.
“Hey! This is where you two are. We were starting to wonder what happened to you guys.”
<center>~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ End Liz ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~</center>
Okay, so whoever wants to stumble in on the two of them can take that opening. It can be just about anyone, although (now that I reread that) I don't think it's Michael. Ruby, if you want Iz to talk it over with Liz, they can do that in their room.
~Sugarplum