a new lizzie story!
this isn't much,
more of an intro that she's back-
include a bit of nate & @lemonade-lagoon (girl i miss chu & ceci & all those crazy fun times b1 & b2 had!!)
Hello lovely Upper East Siders
It's been a while,
but guess who's back in town-
& she's not alone.
Linking arms like a couple back on their honeymoon-
well, it probably is
'cos rumor has it they've spent all those months MIA
in viva la france!-
it's peculiar how nobody recognised them...
Maybe everyone's forgotten about them.
Been gone for too long does that.
She's from Hollywood,
so she should know...
wouldn't you, my dear, L?
(i'm not sure about the dates but if anyone wants to mention liz, she's back from Mar onward)
Armed with a grande cup of coffee and the morning papers, I walked down the familiar streets feeling slightly nostalgic - distance makes the heart grow fonder, and as I looked up at the skyscrapers it truly felt like I was back home.
"I never thought New York City could be such a welcoming sight," I spoke to Libby over the phone as I took a careful sip of my coffee.
Libby, now sporting a baby bump the last time I saw her on the cover of People magazine, would be my early morning wake up call (literally) since my arrival back to the States. She didn't spare me with the nagging and that whole 'you have no idea how worried we were' speech but after a few days had passed, she had loosened up and became chattier about baby plans.
"But I don't think I would want to raise the baby there," she replied. "Apartments just aren't baby-friendly ... and we have our own garden and a kick-ass view of the beach from the backyard here in LA."
I tried to remember the LA home - my home that I grew up in - and felt all warm and fuzzy inside. The place is wonderful, which was why I made a fuss when I was shipped to the Big Apple initially.
But now that I've been away for a while, I actually didn't mind being back in the city.
As I stopped at a crossing, I spotted the penthouse I was heading towards and promised Libby to pay a visit soon before hanging up. I smiled at the thought of playing big sister soon - I just crossed my finger that the new kid wouldn't be horrid.
The green man flashed and I moved along with the crowd as they crossed the street. I hadn't noticed him till I reached the penthouse building, and found a familiar somebody walking towards me.
"Damn, it's true!" were his first few words as we stopped facing each other.
I cocked an eyebrow, and stared at him slightly baffled. "What is true, Nate Carters?"
"That you're back in town."
"Did that gossip blog thingy announce my comeback?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
I found myself smiling again. I didn't know whether it was a good or bad thing, but that would mean I am still relevant enough to be talked about. Oh, how I miss this city...
"How's France?" Nate asked, crossing his arms as he flashed a smile at me.
I found myself crossing my own arms as I gave a light nod. "It's good. France is ... France. You know..."
I left my sentence hanging in the air, and suddenly the two of us just stood in awkward silence. I didn't know what else I should say to Nate and he looked like he was in the same dilemma.
"Well," Nate finally spoke as he uncrossed his arms and stuck his hands into the back of his jean pockets. A crooked smile lit his face as he continued, "You're back for good, right?"
I nodded. Then as if to reaffirm myself, I replied, "Of course."
He gave a gentle pat on my head - which I would usually find annoying but somehow I let him be this morning - as he walked off, but paused a second later as he turned around. "Oh, just a little advice..."
"I know this is between the two of you but ...you should probably go meet him. He wasn't too happy when you left /like that/." He gave a cheeky wink at me before walking off.
I just stared at his back. But I fully understood what and who he was talking about. I took a gulp of my coffee, as if to drown away that sudden feeling of guilt inside me and continued walking into the building.
The doorman greeted me with a warm smile as I walked into the lobby, tapping my heels against the marble floor to some tune stuck in my head while waiting for the elevator. The door finally opened, and out popped my mother.
"Lizzie, what're you doing here?" she asked, surprised as she greeted me with a hug. I tried not to wince - I hate hugs, period - but didn't force myself away from her.
"We're suppose to have our breakfast date today, remember?" I asked, gesturing to my coffee and the papers. "I called yesterday to remind you."
She muttered an 'oh' before looking at me with guilt. "I almost forgot..." I stared at her blankly but she quickly added, "I'm getting some bagels across the street, come along."
She dragged me to a nice little deli right across the street where we grabbed some bagels to go. Along the way back to her place, she wouldn't stop asking me about everything.
"Did you climb the Eiffel?"
"What's your favorite coffee?"
"Are you going to come back to Verona?"
I had to raise my hand up at her midway. "Stop - you're starting to bug me, Mom," I pointed out. Her face suddenly dropped but then I added, "I'm not going anywhere now, so you can have all the time to ask me those questions."
"I'm sorry, Liz, it's just that I get too eager now that you and I ... we're both talking and meeting," she spoke. "It's like I'd just won the golden ticket, you know ... for being the best mother in the world or something."
I rolled my eyes, but grinned. "You're not qualified for that. But I could avoid you for only so long, I guess. And I realize while I was away that reconnecting with my past is probably the best."
Mom looked like she would be in tears any minute now, but instead she flashed a smile and we continued walking back to her place.
"By the way," she asked as we got into the elevator later. "What happened in France? And I saw the photos of you and that Derrick boy front row at Chanel during Fashion Week. Are you two back together?"
I turned to her and chuckled. Something about how worked up and curious she was reminded me of an old good friend of mine. "Seriously, Mom. I'm starting to wonder if Ceci's invaded your body or something."
She let out a chuckle, too. But she was persistent about one thing: "Tell me about this Derrick. Seriously."
The elevator reached the penthouse and I pretty much raced out, heading straight towards her kitchen - wherever it was.
"Down the hallway, to the right," Mom pointed out and I followed her direction well to find the kitchen. I dropped the bags of bagels down on her kitchen counter and helped myself to a can of soda.
"You're avoiding the subject, Lizzie Davis," she suddenly popped up behind me, arms crossed, a cheeky grin plastered on her face. "The million dollar question, what's happening with Derrick?"
"God, who are you? People magazine or something?"
She gave a nonchalant shrug. But she wasn't going to back down, I realize, and I let out a defeated sigh. "Fine. We are."
She raised her eyebrows.
"Derrick and I - we're back together. Happy now, Little Miss Nosy?" I pushed past her heading towards the seating room and I swore I heard her shout aloud 'Score!' behind my back.
I laughed, amused by her reaction, but also that pang of guilt from earlier suddenly rushed in. Maybe I should take up Nate's advise - it's probably about time I face those demons that I'd been running away from.