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Too Young: Sour Grapes
Created By:
Dunkle15444
Country: United States of America
Language: US English
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Created: 02.22.2007
Last Updated: 02.22.2007
Number of Entries: 28
Description:Part Four! Livvie and Reagan's lives are in constant change. What will become of them?
Family Name: M.D.
Lot Name: CAS!
Categories: Mystery,Romance,Tragedy
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Created: 02.22.2007 - Updated: 02.22.2007
Dear Readers, Welcome to the fourth installment in my Too Young series, entitled Too Young: From Here to Eternity. If you haven't read chapters one thru three I advise that you do that now before continuing. I am quite happy with how this chapter turned out. Please note that none of the content on the following pages is ment to anger or upset anyone. Also, please exscuse any spelling errors I may have made. I would also like to thank all the creators for the CC that is seen on the following pages. Please note that this is a work of fiction from the writer's mind, and any similarities to any soul, living or dead, is completely coincidental. Well I hope you enjoy and are surprised at the endings turn out. I know I was! Sincerly Yours, Dunkle15444
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Created: 02.22.2007 - Updated: 02.22.2007
-Reagan's Point of View- Livvie thinks I don't understand what's going on in her life, but I do. We are the same. Me and her, we are. Cut from the same cloth. She just feels the loss and regret of giving the baby up. I'm happy I decided to keep Livvie in my life, now. I did have after thoughts where I thought I had made a mistake keeping her, but now I know I made the right choice. When Livvie was in the hospital, I met someone. His name is Jake. He's a doctor. We've been together for about two years now. I think I'm really happy now. I just wish Livvie could be, too. I finally found Victoria, too. She's happily married with a kid on the way, and has a hunky boyfriend on the side. I think she may still be rebelling against our parents, if you catch my drift. I'm still trying to patch up our relationship. She is still hurting from me abondoning her when our family was a wreck. Maybe in time she'll see that I am truly sorry for leaving, but I had no choice.
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Created: 02.22.2007 - Updated: 02.22.2007
-Livvie's Side of the Story- "Stop tickeling me, Craige!" "Why? Are you tickelish... here?" "Yes," I giggeled. Life has went on for everybody, but I know Craige is still upset. Craige stopped tickeling me, and looked into my eyes. "Livvie, I know I don't have a ring or anything, but will you marry me?" He proposed. Where did this come from? We were having such a good time, just like we used to, and he has to go and spoil it. "Craige... I don't know what to say." "Then say you will. We'll be happy. We can buy a house of our own, and start a family. Our own family. I love you, and I just want to be with you. We can be happy together, forever." "Craige, but I'm not even out of school, yet. You just started college, and how are you supposed to enjoy being in college if you have a wife and kids tagging along?" "Livvie, come on. We can make it work. I promise." "Craige, I can't. We can't. Not yet, anyways. Maybe in a year or two, but not now. My life is to messed up, and so is yours."
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Created: 02.22.2007 - Updated: 02.22.2007
-Reagan's Point of View- The next day, a phone call inturupted my work. "This better be something important," I grummbled. I immedently regretted the thought after I picked up the phone. "Hello?" "Reagan? Is that you? It's Lexi... From next door... Craige... Bus... Hit... Coma... Hospital... Come quick... I think he's dying!" Lexi gasped over the line. I promised her I would tell Livvie and we would be there in as soon as possible. I couldn't belive it, Craige got hit by a bus? He was dying. This couldn't be right. Maybe I heard her wrong. Maybe it's her dad lying there and she ment that her and Craige were at the hospital with him. That had to be it. They need some support, and they called us. It couldn't be Craige lying in that hospital bed, just barely hanging on to life. Right?
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Created: 02.22.2007 - Updated: 02.22.2007
-Livvie's Side of the Story- We rushed to the hospital. After my mom broke the news to me, I felt bad about what happened last night. "Which room is Craige Preston in?" "Room 308, ICU. Only two visitors at a time." The nurse replied unremarkably. Did she not know that he was just hit by a bus, and that he might die any second?
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Created: 02.22.2007 - Updated: 02.22.2007
(Please ignore the zzz's you see in the picture. Thanks) We found room 308, and saw Lexi and her father standing outside the door. "Is he okay? Did they stablize him? Is he going to live? What did the doctor say?" The words just flew out of my mouth. Even though our relationship is on the rocks, I stilled loved him. "He's going in and out of a coma. They have him stablized at the moment, but he lost a lot of blood. You can go in and see him if you'd like," Craige's dad, George, replied. I went in the room to find Craige laying on the bed with his eyes open. He was awake for the moment. His lips were bloody, and his face was gaunt from loss of blood. "Craige," I soothed, "It's Livvie. What happened?" "No... Come closer." "Craige?" My lips trembled and my voice craked. "You know I love you, forever and always, right?" "Yes, Craige, and I love you, too. From here to Eternity." "Find the baby. You must for me. I shouldn't have let you give her away. Bring her back home, (Continued -->)
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Created: 02.22.2007 - Updated: 02.22.2007
Bring her back home, and... (cough) and... tell her that I love her. Tell her how much I'll always love her. Promise me, Liv. My last dying wish, promise me!" "Okay, I will Craige. I promise, but tell me what happened?" "I love you... Forever and always..." *BBEEEEEEPP* The door flew open, and the doctor and a nurse rushed in. "Move out of the way, miss. Please go out into the hall," the nurse commanded.
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Created: 02.22.2007 - Updated: 02.22.2007
The day of Craige's funeral was grey and dismal. The rain poured down in sheets, and still hadn't let up when we arrived at the church. Craige's parent's asked me to read something. They said it would have ment a lot to Craige if I read a poem. The night after his death I had wrote a poem about him, and our love. I thought that would be the most heart-felt thing to read. My mom agreed. So as the Preist finished talking about Craige's life and his acheivments, I gathered myself together to read the poem. "And now, Miss Olivia Kippings would like to read a little something in Craige's memory." "Thank you Father Thomas. I would like to start by saying that Craige was a wonderful person. He loved life, and his family and friends. I know that he would want all of us to do the same. The poem I am going to read is something I wrote after his death when I was still struggling to understand. The poem helped me to see that I truely did love Craige, and that I will always love him. Eehmm.
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Created: 02.22.2007 - Updated: 02.22.2007
"I sat by his bedside, weeping with the rain. He told me he loved me, and smiled to my dispare;
'Life is too short,' He said. 'There were many things I would have liked to have done. Promise me you'll love me. Tomorrow and next week. A year from now, and in the days when you are old. Remember the good times, but mostly my love, remember I love you forever and for always.'
'And I love you, too. From here to Eternity.'
And with that he took his last breath. He left that day, with a smile on his face. Called forth by God and his angels to Heaven.
I think about him now and then, and I smile through my tears. I am grey and old, thinking every breath is my last. But I remember what he said. I know that he is with me forever and for always, and my love will last for Eternity."
When I finished, everyone was crying. Either inside or sobbing openly for the soul we had lost. When they relized I was done talking they started to clap. I thanked them, and went back to my seat, to weep with them.
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Created: 02.22.2007 - Updated: 02.22.2007
As we made our way to the grave site, my head hung down. My well of tears had long dried up, and now I stood, staring blankly. Lexi stood beside her parents, sobbing freely. Her mother beside her wringing her hankerchief. I walked over to offer my condolensces. Lexi looked up at me. Her tears stopped, and her eyes turned to rage. "Get away from!" She screamed. "This is all your fault! If you hadn't told him 'no' he would still be here! We would all be happy! You knew he was in a fragile state since what you did two years ago, and you still had the guts to say NO! You never loved him did you? You just strung him along. He was your fall back, wasn't he? And to believe he loved you so much he let himself believe that she was his. Ha! It's all your fault he ran out in front of that bus!" My mouth dropped. He killed him self? Over me? "You didn't know that did you? Well that's what you get! Now get away you Bi..." "Thank you, Livvie," Craige's mom interupted.
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Created: 02.22.2007 - Updated: 02.22.2007
-Reagan's Point of View- "Mom, where are you?" Livvie questioned coming in the front door. She sounded worried. Maybe she forgot something. "In the den," I shouted. "What is it? Did you forget something?" I asked as she stepped through the archway. "Umm... there was an accident." "What? Who? Where? When?" "Last night, Casey, your friend. They were in a car wreck." "Livvie, they didn't...?" I let the sentence trail. "Yeah, I'm sorry mom. Shane wasn't in the car. He was at a frineds house when it happened, and he has no place to go. He was standing at the front gate when I got off the bus. He told me what happened. He has no place to go. Everyone else... they didn't make it." "Oh, poor dear," The tears welled up in my eyes. My best friend, her husband, her children. They were gone, and here was Shane, one of her beloved twins. He had no twin now. "Ohhh...," I wailed.
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Created: 02.22.2007 - Updated: 02.22.2007
"Shane," I cooed, stepping up to embrace him. "I'm so, so sorry. I loved your mom like a sister. Do you need a place to stay? Your more than welcome here, you know that. All, we have is the basement, but we just had it refurbished not to long ago... Are you thirsty? Do you want anything to eat. I was just getting ready to make myself some oddles of noddles. Would you like some? I have chicken, and beef, and shrimp, and vegatable. Or I could make you a grilled cheese. We have some left-overs that I could heat up real quick. It's spaghetti, and you know how good that reheats..." I was rammbling, but my brain was still dumbstruck about the news. Shane looked up, and smiled. His eyes full of pain and misery. "That would be nice, thanks," Was all he said, but I knew it was all he needed to say.
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Created: 02.22.2007 - Updated: 02.22.2007
-Livvie's Side of the Story- As my mom cajuled Shane, I watched as she tried to put up a brave front. It's hard to believe that his family was gone. I had grown up with Shane and his twin sister, Shanna. They were like the siblings I never had, but when I found Shane sitting on the front steps, there was something in his eyes when he looked up at me. The weird things is, I felt something I had never felt before for Shane. Whatever it was, I couldn't describe it. "Mom, I'm goning to go get ready," I said stopping her in mid sentence with Shane. "Oh, where are you going? I figured you could help Shane settle in." "Remember? Broady is coming to pick me up for dinner." "Oh..." she murmered, sounding lost. "I forgot." She flashed me a weak smile and I headed upstairs. "She's had a really hard time since Craige died. I think she felt it was her fault that he..., that he... killed himself," she explained to Shane, lowering her voice on the last bit. "She's been moping about for the past...
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Created: 02.22.2007 - Updated: 02.22.2007
(Countinued from last page) six months or so. I'm glad she's finaly getting out of the house, though." "Oh," Shane sounded sad. They countinued talking, but I closed my door, and the sound of their voices were muffeled. It was true that I had "moped about" as my mom says, and I did feel bad about... what he did. But I'm over that now, or atleast I think I am. Now I have Broady. The perfect gentleman. He was everything a girl ever hoped for. A romance novel lover. He was there for me after Craige's funeral, when I had no one. Lexi hasn't spoken to me since her outburst, and all of my friends think it's my fault that he's dead, like I murdered him with my own bare hands. Broady, Broady, Broady. Somwhere along the line of his friendly comforting, we became more than friends. And for once, I was happy about something. I've told him everthing. He knows about my baby, and all the screw ups I've made. He even knows about Allen. I never even told Craige about him. I never felt like I could tell him. Is it wrong?
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Created: 02.22.2007 - Updated: 02.22.2007
Broady rung the bell right on time. Like always. I was happy to see him, and forget my awful thoughts. "For you," he said, holding out a small blue box. It was Tiffany blue! Craige never got me anything that came in a small, Tiffany blue box. Okay, I'll admit, I squelled when I saw the box, but just a teensy bit. Broady smiled. I open the box, and to my surprise, their was a ring. A ring. Was this the type of ring I thought it was? "It's a promise ring." I must have looked releved because he laughed. "I know what your thinking. You thought it was an engagment ring didn't you? You know we haven't been together that long. Plus I know what happened last time someone asked you to marry them." He lifted the ring out of the box. "A promise ring means that I promise to love you, and to care for you, but not in a 'we're getting married in June' type thing. I thought it would mean a lot to you if you knew that I promise." I didn't know what to say. It was sweet, romantic, and so unlike Craige. "I love it!" I said.
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Created: 02.22.2007 - Updated: 02.22.2007
We got into Broady's jeep. "Who's that?" Broady asked, pointing towards the front windows. I saw a shadow move away from the window. Was Shane watching us? How long had he been watching us? How much had he seen? "Probaly just my mom seeing if we had left yet." I lied. I knew it wasn't my mom, and yet I couldn't bring myself to tell him about Shane. We were always truthful to each other, and it wasn't like I had feelings for Shane or anything. Right?
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Created: 02.22.2007 - Updated: 02.22.2007
When I got home, I wandered into the kitchen where I found mom washing dishes, crying. She stopped as soon as she saw me. "Livvie?" "Mom, are you okay?" I asked as she wiped her eyes with the dishrag. She ignored my question "How was your date with Broady? Where did you guys go?" "It was great, we just went to eat, and to a movie. Where's Shane?" I'm not sure why I asked that. It wasn't like I was ready to go down and listen to him cry, and start crying wth him about how pitiful my life was. "He's in the bas... I mean in his room," She corrected herself. "He's been down there since you left. Poor boy. Why don't you take him down the plate I made for him. He's probaly starving down there. Maybe you could help him, you know, at school and stuff. Maybe introduce him to a nice girl. Get his mind off what happened." I so did not want to introduce him to a 'nice girl', but I had Broady. Wonderful, sweet, caring Broady. I couldn't be thinking about Shane like that. He was like a brother. "Sure, mom.
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Created: 02.22.2007 - Updated: 02.22.2007
"What do you want?!" Gosh he was in a bad mood. "I come baring food," I replied weakly. "Mom, said you've been holeing yourself up all night." "And your point is? You can take the food back up. Tell your mom I said thanks, though." I stood there at the bottom of the stairs, my mouth agape. "You have to eat something," My maternal senses kicking in. I wanted, no I needed to take care of him. No I have Broady! "Come on, I know what it's like, okay. Remember? My boyfriend DIED?" "Oh, get over yourself, you didn't really care about him. You told him 'no,' and you felt powerful. You practicly caused his death. My family died, and you say you know what it's like? Phhph! You have no clue what sort of pain I'm in." I turned around, tears filling my eyes, ready to run back upstairs, when he grabbed my shoulder, and spun me around. He grabbed my face, and pulled it into his kiss. I dropped the plate, surredering to him. Then Broady's face flashed before my eyes, and I pulled away. Shane looked hurt.
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Created: 02.22.2007 - Updated: 02.22.2007
"Is something wrong?" Shane pleaded. I couldn't look him in the eyes. Oh, Sim, did I want him, and badly. "I,... I can't. Broady." I couldn't believe what I had just done. I'm the most horrible, rotton girlfriend in like the entire universe. Everytime I find someone who really cares about me, and not about my past. I screw it up. "Sim! I'm so sorry!" "You don't know how much!" Shane spat at me. "Take your food, and get away from me. You, you..." I knew what he wanted to say. "Whore? Slut? Whatever works for you. I won't ever mention, or think of what happened ever again, okay. So you can forget what happened, too. You were a horrible kisser anyways!" I screamed. It was so not true, though. He was probaly the best kisser I had ever, well, kissed. I wasn't going to let him know that though.
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Created: 02.22.2007 - Updated: 02.22.2007
I was halfway up the stairs when he calmly said, "Sour grapes." I turned around, and somehow ended back in his arms. He knew me, better than I knew myself. Sim! Now what about Broady, and his stupid, sweet, idiotic, romantic promise ring. Now what do my promises mean. As Shane had me pinned up against the wall, I slid the ring off my finger, and slipped it into my pocket. I would deal with it tomorrow. Mmhmm... Shane.
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Created: 02.22.2007 - Updated: 02.22.2007
-Reagan's Point of View- Jake was a constant in our lives. He came for dinner whenever he had the chance, and we were really becoming a family. It's just that there was so much tension between Shane and Livvie, that you could cut the air between them with a butter knife. Something had to be going on. They were stealing glances at eachother when they thought no one was looking, and neither of them said a word all through dinner. Something was wrong.
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Created: 02.22.2007 - Updated: 02.22.2007
-Livvie's Side of the Story- Sim, is it hard trying to find just the right moment to tell your boyfriend that he is like the best thing to happen to you, but you need to break up with him because you found someone else. Namely that someone else, being the guy that your boyfriend despiese with all his might? Well, it's pretty hard. It seemed like that 'perfect' moment would never come, so I did the next easiest thing. Blurted it out. I was supposed to be watching the neighbor girl (Tiara, cutest thing you've ever seen. I'm her nanny afterschool.), but Broady came over and thought it would be fun to set up the twirly-mirburly water sprinkler. Tiara loved it, and I have to admit, I was having fun. I knew I couldn't pretend anymore, so I just kind of word-vomited what I needed to say. "Broady, We need to break-up. I found someone else. I'm so, so sorry. I hope your not mad," it just kind of came out. He just looked at me. "Oh. It's Shane isn't it? It is," He answered his own question.
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Created: 02.22.2007 - Updated: 02.22.2007
-Reagan's Point of View- Livvie and Broady seemed so happy together. Atleast that's what I thought. Until she came home with a whole new look, and told me they had broken up. When I asked her why, she said, 'it just didn't seem right.' So I left it at that. Not maybe a week later, I found her and Shane fighting. They were screaming at each other, and Livvie was going on and on about how she wanted to tell me. Tell me what?
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Created: 02.22.2007 - Updated: 02.22.2007
"You don't care, and you probaly never could care. So guess what? I don't care!" She screamed. She kept getting more and more agitated, and started to walk away, when he stoped screaming, and calmly said, "Sour Grapes." I had never seen her face change so quickly. It was like he had said a magic word, and a change came over her.
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Created: 02.22.2007 - Updated: 02.22.2007
She turned around, and practicly ran into his arms. I couldn't believe it. Shane..., and Livvie? How? When? I had to be dreaming. They were together? I ddin't even think they could stand eachother. Shows how niave I am.
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Created: 02.22.2007 - Updated: 02.22.2007
-Livvie's Side of the Story- It seemed like Shane and I were always fighting. I wanted to tell mom, and he didn't want to. He was afriad she would kick him out, and he would have no place to go. As usualy, we were fighting, and he said the magic word, and we made up. Atleast we were making up (or making out, to put it bluntly), when I heard someone clear their throat. Uh-oh! "Frick!" Shane cursed under his breath. We both knew who had caught us. "Reagan, it's not what it looks like. I swear." "Mmhmmm," I managed to to add as I wiped my mouth with the back of my sleeve. "Well, it looks pretty cozy, and kinda unexpected, but I just have one question. How long?" "I swear, nothing more has happened than what you saw." "I believe you, Shane, it's just hard to think of you two together. I remember when you, and Shanna, and Livvie ran around in your diapers together. It seems like yesterday, and now your swaping spit? It's just weird, that's all" "Ewww, Mom! Your okay with this?" "I guess."
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Created: 02.22.2007 - Updated: 02.22.2007
-Reagan's Point of View- The weeks flew by, blissful and happy. Livvie didn't mope about anymore, though she did change her style once again. I swear she has to change her style each time she breaks up with a boy. I was sure Livvie needed to know now, though. "Liv?" "Mmhmm?" She mumbled, her lips still pressed against Shane's. "I need to tell you something, important." "I'm listening," She said breathlessly as she countinued to make-out. "Well,..." **Ding-Dong, Ding-Dong** "Errhg! Why Does someone have to interupt me everytime I go to say something important? Are you even listening? LIV!" "That's nice." **Ding-Dong, Ding-Dong** "You better get that mom. Could be something important." I ran down stairs to see who couldn't keep their undies on. "Hold your horses!" "Is Olivia Kippings here?" Questioned the stranger. Who in the world could be calling on Livvie?
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Created: 02.22.2007 - Updated: 02.22.2007
Okay I know I need to change my first page and my last page because every chapter has the same picture, but I figured it's kind of like a trademark. You know? Well, anyhoos.
Here I leave you with these thoughts to ponder: -Are Shane and Livvie really in love? -What does Reagan need to tell Livvie that's so important, she can't wait for her and Shane to quit kissing? -What about the promise Livvie made to Craige? Will she keep it? -Who's at the door, asking for Livvie? And why?
Okay, so I hope everyone enjoyed the fourth installment of Too Young! I had a blast making it, even though it took me forever to finish it. Remember to check out my blog for my daily (okay, usuualy daily-except weekends) story updates. So check it out! Don't tell you Aunt Grezelda, Dunkle15444
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Created: 02.22.2007 Updated: 02.22.2007
Dear Readers, Welcome to the fourth installment in my Too Young series, entitled Too Young: From Here to Eternity. If you haven't read chapters one thru three I advise that you do that now before continuing. I am quite happy with how this chapter turned out. Please note that none of the content on the following pages is ment to anger or upset anyone. Also, please exscuse any spelling errors I may have made. I would also like to thank all the creators for the CC that is seen on the following pages. Please note that this is a work of fiction from the writer's mind, and any similarities to any soul, living or dead, is completely coincidental. Well I hope you enjoy and are surprised at the endings turn out. I know I was! Sincerly Yours, Dunkle15444
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Created: 02.22.2007 Updated: 02.22.2007
-Reagan's Point of View- Livvie thinks I don't understand what's going on in her life, but I do. We are the same. Me and her, we are. Cut from the same cloth. She just feels the loss and regret of giving the baby up. I'm happy I decided to keep Livvie in my life, now. I did have after thoughts where I thought I had made a mistake keeping her, but now I know I made the right choice. When Livvie was in the hospital, I met someone. His name is Jake. He's a doctor. We've been together for about two years now. I think I'm really happy now. I just wish Livvie could be, too. I finally found Victoria, too. She's happily married with a kid on the way, and has a hunky boyfriend on the side. I think she may still be rebelling against our parents, if you catch my drift. I'm still trying to patch up our relationship. She is still hurting from me abondoning her when our family was a wreck. Maybe in time she'll see that I am truly sorry for leaving, but I had no choice.
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Created: 02.22.2007 Updated: 02.22.2007
-Livvie's Side of the Story- "Stop tickeling me, Craige!" "Why? Are you tickelish... here?" "Yes," I giggeled. Life has went on for everybody, but I know Craige is still upset. Craige stopped tickeling me, and looked into my eyes. "Livvie, I know I don't have a ring or anything, but will you marry me?" He proposed. Where did this come from? We were having such a good time, just like we used to, and he has to go and spoil it. "Craige... I don't know what to say." "Then say you will. We'll be happy. We can buy a house of our own, and start a family. Our own family. I love you, and I just want to be with you. We can be happy together, forever." "Craige, but I'm not even out of school, yet. You just started college, and how are you supposed to enjoy being in college if you have a wife and kids tagging along?" "Livvie, come on. We can make it work. I promise." "Craige, I can't. We can't. Not yet, anyways. Maybe in a year or two, but not now. My life is to messed up, and so is yours."
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Created: 02.22.2007 Updated: 02.22.2007
-Reagan's Point of View- The next day, a phone call inturupted my work. "This better be something important," I grummbled. I immedently regretted the thought after I picked up the phone. "Hello?" "Reagan? Is that you? It's Lexi... From next door... Craige... Bus... Hit... Coma... Hospital... Come quick... I think he's dying!" Lexi gasped over the line. I promised her I would tell Livvie and we would be there in as soon as possible. I couldn't belive it, Craige got hit by a bus? He was dying. This couldn't be right. Maybe I heard her wrong. Maybe it's her dad lying there and she ment that her and Craige were at the hospital with him. That had to be it. They need some support, and they called us. It couldn't be Craige lying in that hospital bed, just barely hanging on to life. Right?
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Created: 02.22.2007 Updated: 02.22.2007
-Livvie's Side of the Story- We rushed to the hospital. After my mom broke the news to me, I felt bad about what happened last night. "Which room is Craige Preston in?" "Room 308, ICU. Only two visitors at a time." The nurse replied unremarkably. Did she not know that he was just hit by a bus, and that he might die any second?
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Created: 02.22.2007 Updated: 02.22.2007
(Please ignore the zzz's you see in the picture. Thanks) We found room 308, and saw Lexi and her father standing outside the door. "Is he okay? Did they stablize him? Is he going to live? What did the doctor say?" The words just flew out of my mouth. Even though our relationship is on the rocks, I stilled loved him. "He's going in and out of a coma. They have him stablized at the moment, but he lost a lot of blood. You can go in and see him if you'd like," Craige's dad, George, replied. I went in the room to find Craige laying on the bed with his eyes open. He was awake for the moment. His lips were bloody, and his face was gaunt from loss of blood. "Craige," I soothed, "It's Livvie. What happened?" "No... Come closer." "Craige?" My lips trembled and my voice craked. "You know I love you, forever and always, right?" "Yes, Craige, and I love you, too. From here to Eternity." "Find the baby. You must for me. I shouldn't have let you give her away. Bring her back home, (Continued -->)
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Created: 02.22.2007 Updated: 02.22.2007
Bring her back home, and... (cough) and... tell her that I love her. Tell her how much I'll always love her. Promise me, Liv. My last dying wish, promise me!" "Okay, I will Craige. I promise, but tell me what happened?" "I love you... Forever and always..." *BBEEEEEEPP* The door flew open, and the doctor and a nurse rushed in. "Move out of the way, miss. Please go out into the hall," the nurse commanded.
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Created: 02.22.2007 Updated: 02.22.2007
The day of Craige's funeral was grey and dismal. The rain poured down in sheets, and still hadn't let up when we arrived at the church. Craige's parent's asked me to read something. They said it would have ment a lot to Craige if I read a poem. The night after his death I had wrote a poem about him, and our love. I thought that would be the most heart-felt thing to read. My mom agreed. So as the Preist finished talking about Craige's life and his acheivments, I gathered myself together to read the poem. "And now, Miss Olivia Kippings would like to read a little something in Craige's memory." "Thank you Father Thomas. I would like to start by saying that Craige was a wonderful person. He loved life, and his family and friends. I know that he would want all of us to do the same. The poem I am going to read is something I wrote after his death when I was still struggling to understand. The poem helped me to see that I truely did love Craige, and that I will always love him. Eehmm.
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Created: 02.22.2007 Updated: 02.22.2007
"I sat by his bedside, weeping with the rain. He told me he loved me, and smiled to my dispare;
'Life is too short,' He said. 'There were many things I would have liked to have done. Promise me you'll love me. Tomorrow and next week. A year from now, and in the days when you are old. Remember the good times, but mostly my love, remember I love you forever and for always.'
'And I love you, too. From here to Eternity.'
And with that he took his last breath. He left that day, with a smile on his face. Called forth by God and his angels to Heaven.
I think about him now and then, and I smile through my tears. I am grey and old, thinking every breath is my last. But I remember what he said. I know that he is with me forever and for always, and my love will last for Eternity."
When I finished, everyone was crying. Either inside or sobbing openly for the soul we had lost. When they relized I was done talking they started to clap. I thanked them, and went back to my seat, to weep with them.
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Created: 02.22.2007 Updated: 02.22.2007
As we made our way to the grave site, my head hung down. My well of tears had long dried up, and now I stood, staring blankly. Lexi stood beside her parents, sobbing freely. Her mother beside her wringing her hankerchief. I walked over to offer my condolensces. Lexi looked up at me. Her tears stopped, and her eyes turned to rage. "Get away from!" She screamed. "This is all your fault! If you hadn't told him 'no' he would still be here! We would all be happy! You knew he was in a fragile state since what you did two years ago, and you still had the guts to say NO! You never loved him did you? You just strung him along. He was your fall back, wasn't he? And to believe he loved you so much he let himself believe that she was his. Ha! It's all your fault he ran out in front of that bus!" My mouth dropped. He killed him self? Over me? "You didn't know that did you? Well that's what you get! Now get away you Bi..." "Thank you, Livvie," Craige's mom interupted.
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Created: 02.22.2007 Updated: 02.22.2007
-Reagan's Point of View- "Mom, where are you?" Livvie questioned coming in the front door. She sounded worried. Maybe she forgot something. "In the den," I shouted. "What is it? Did you forget something?" I asked as she stepped through the archway. "Umm... there was an accident." "What? Who? Where? When?" "Last night, Casey, your friend. They were in a car wreck." "Livvie, they didn't...?" I let the sentence trail. "Yeah, I'm sorry mom. Shane wasn't in the car. He was at a frineds house when it happened, and he has no place to go. He was standing at the front gate when I got off the bus. He told me what happened. He has no place to go. Everyone else... they didn't make it." "Oh, poor dear," The tears welled up in my eyes. My best friend, her husband, her children. They were gone, and here was Shane, one of her beloved twins. He had no twin now. "Ohhh...," I wailed.
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Created: 02.22.2007 Updated: 02.22.2007
"Shane," I cooed, stepping up to embrace him. "I'm so, so sorry. I loved your mom like a sister. Do you need a place to stay? Your more than welcome here, you know that. All, we have is the basement, but we just had it refurbished not to long ago... Are you thirsty? Do you want anything to eat. I was just getting ready to make myself some oddles of noddles. Would you like some? I have chicken, and beef, and shrimp, and vegatable. Or I could make you a grilled cheese. We have some left-overs that I could heat up real quick. It's spaghetti, and you know how good that reheats..." I was rammbling, but my brain was still dumbstruck about the news. Shane looked up, and smiled. His eyes full of pain and misery. "That would be nice, thanks," Was all he said, but I knew it was all he needed to say.
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Created: 02.22.2007 Updated: 02.22.2007
-Livvie's Side of the Story- As my mom cajuled Shane, I watched as she tried to put up a brave front. It's hard to believe that his family was gone. I had grown up with Shane and his twin sister, Shanna. They were like the siblings I never had, but when I found Shane sitting on the front steps, there was something in his eyes when he looked up at me. The weird things is, I felt something I had never felt before for Shane. Whatever it was, I couldn't describe it. "Mom, I'm goning to go get ready," I said stopping her in mid sentence with Shane. "Oh, where are you going? I figured you could help Shane settle in." "Remember? Broady is coming to pick me up for dinner." "Oh..." she murmered, sounding lost. "I forgot." She flashed me a weak smile and I headed upstairs. "She's had a really hard time since Craige died. I think she felt it was her fault that he..., that he... killed himself," she explained to Shane, lowering her voice on the last bit. "She's been moping about for the past...
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Created: 02.22.2007 Updated: 02.22.2007
(Countinued from last page) six months or so. I'm glad she's finaly getting out of the house, though." "Oh," Shane sounded sad. They countinued talking, but I closed my door, and the sound of their voices were muffeled. It was true that I had "moped about" as my mom says, and I did feel bad about... what he did. But I'm over that now, or atleast I think I am. Now I have Broady. The perfect gentleman. He was everything a girl ever hoped for. A romance novel lover. He was there for me after Craige's funeral, when I had no one. Lexi hasn't spoken to me since her outburst, and all of my friends think it's my fault that he's dead, like I murdered him with my own bare hands. Broady, Broady, Broady. Somwhere along the line of his friendly comforting, we became more than friends. And for once, I was happy about something. I've told him everthing. He knows about my baby, and all the screw ups I've made. He even knows about Allen. I never even told Craige about him. I never felt like I could tell him. Is it wrong?
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Created: 02.22.2007 Updated: 02.22.2007
Broady rung the bell right on time. Like always. I was happy to see him, and forget my awful thoughts. "For you," he said, holding out a small blue box. It was Tiffany blue! Craige never got me anything that came in a small, Tiffany blue box. Okay, I'll admit, I squelled when I saw the box, but just a teensy bit. Broady smiled. I open the box, and to my surprise, their was a ring. A ring. Was this the type of ring I thought it was? "It's a promise ring." I must have looked releved because he laughed. "I know what your thinking. You thought it was an engagment ring didn't you? You know we haven't been together that long. Plus I know what happened last time someone asked you to marry them." He lifted the ring out of the box. "A promise ring means that I promise to love you, and to care for you, but not in a 'we're getting married in June' type thing. I thought it would mean a lot to you if you knew that I promise." I didn't know what to say. It was sweet, romantic, and so unlike Craige. "I love it!" I said.
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Created: 02.22.2007 Updated: 02.22.2007
We got into Broady's jeep. "Who's that?" Broady asked, pointing towards the front windows. I saw a shadow move away from the window. Was Shane watching us? How long had he been watching us? How much had he seen? "Probaly just my mom seeing if we had left yet." I lied. I knew it wasn't my mom, and yet I couldn't bring myself to tell him about Shane. We were always truthful to each other, and it wasn't like I had feelings for Shane or anything. Right?
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Created: 02.22.2007 Updated: 02.22.2007
When I got home, I wandered into the kitchen where I found mom washing dishes, crying. She stopped as soon as she saw me. "Livvie?" "Mom, are you okay?" I asked as she wiped her eyes with the dishrag. She ignored my question "How was your date with Broady? Where did you guys go?" "It was great, we just went to eat, and to a movie. Where's Shane?" I'm not sure why I asked that. It wasn't like I was ready to go down and listen to him cry, and start crying wth him about how pitiful my life was. "He's in the bas... I mean in his room," She corrected herself. "He's been down there since you left. Poor boy. Why don't you take him down the plate I made for him. He's probaly starving down there. Maybe you could help him, you know, at school and stuff. Maybe introduce him to a nice girl. Get his mind off what happened." I so did not want to introduce him to a 'nice girl', but I had Broady. Wonderful, sweet, caring Broady. I couldn't be thinking about Shane like that. He was like a brother. "Sure, mom.
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Created: 02.22.2007 Updated: 02.22.2007
"What do you want?!" Gosh he was in a bad mood. "I come baring food," I replied weakly. "Mom, said you've been holeing yourself up all night." "And your point is? You can take the food back up. Tell your mom I said thanks, though." I stood there at the bottom of the stairs, my mouth agape. "You have to eat something," My maternal senses kicking in. I wanted, no I needed to take care of him. No I have Broady! "Come on, I know what it's like, okay. Remember? My boyfriend DIED?" "Oh, get over yourself, you didn't really care about him. You told him 'no,' and you felt powerful. You practicly caused his death. My family died, and you say you know what it's like? Phhph! You have no clue what sort of pain I'm in." I turned around, tears filling my eyes, ready to run back upstairs, when he grabbed my shoulder, and spun me around. He grabbed my face, and pulled it into his kiss. I dropped the plate, surredering to him. Then Broady's face flashed before my eyes, and I pulled away. Shane looked hurt.
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Created: 02.22.2007 Updated: 02.22.2007
"Is something wrong?" Shane pleaded. I couldn't look him in the eyes. Oh, Sim, did I want him, and badly. "I,... I can't. Broady." I couldn't believe what I had just done. I'm the most horrible, rotton girlfriend in like the entire universe. Everytime I find someone who really cares about me, and not about my past. I screw it up. "Sim! I'm so sorry!" "You don't know how much!" Shane spat at me. "Take your food, and get away from me. You, you..." I knew what he wanted to say. "Whore? Slut? Whatever works for you. I won't ever mention, or think of what happened ever again, okay. So you can forget what happened, too. You were a horrible kisser anyways!" I screamed. It was so not true, though. He was probaly the best kisser I had ever, well, kissed. I wasn't going to let him know that though.
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Created: 02.22.2007 Updated: 02.22.2007
I was halfway up the stairs when he calmly said, "Sour grapes." I turned around, and somehow ended back in his arms. He knew me, better than I knew myself. Sim! Now what about Broady, and his stupid, sweet, idiotic, romantic promise ring. Now what do my promises mean. As Shane had me pinned up against the wall, I slid the ring off my finger, and slipped it into my pocket. I would deal with it tomorrow. Mmhmm... Shane.
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Created: 02.22.2007 Updated: 02.22.2007
-Reagan's Point of View- Jake was a constant in our lives. He came for dinner whenever he had the chance, and we were really becoming a family. It's just that there was so much tension between Shane and Livvie, that you could cut the air between them with a butter knife. Something had to be going on. They were stealing glances at eachother when they thought no one was looking, and neither of them said a word all through dinner. Something was wrong.
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Created: 02.22.2007 Updated: 02.22.2007
-Livvie's Side of the Story- Sim, is it hard trying to find just the right moment to tell your boyfriend that he is like the best thing to happen to you, but you need to break up with him because you found someone else. Namely that someone else, being the guy that your boyfriend despiese with all his might? Well, it's pretty hard. It seemed like that 'perfect' moment would never come, so I did the next easiest thing. Blurted it out. I was supposed to be watching the neighbor girl (Tiara, cutest thing you've ever seen. I'm her nanny afterschool.), but Broady came over and thought it would be fun to set up the twirly-mirburly water sprinkler. Tiara loved it, and I have to admit, I was having fun. I knew I couldn't pretend anymore, so I just kind of word-vomited what I needed to say. "Broady, We need to break-up. I found someone else. I'm so, so sorry. I hope your not mad," it just kind of came out. He just looked at me. "Oh. It's Shane isn't it? It is," He answered his own question.
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Created: 02.22.2007 Updated: 02.22.2007
-Reagan's Point of View- Livvie and Broady seemed so happy together. Atleast that's what I thought. Until she came home with a whole new look, and told me they had broken up. When I asked her why, she said, 'it just didn't seem right.' So I left it at that. Not maybe a week later, I found her and Shane fighting. They were screaming at each other, and Livvie was going on and on about how she wanted to tell me. Tell me what?
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Created: 02.22.2007 Updated: 02.22.2007
"You don't care, and you probaly never could care. So guess what? I don't care!" She screamed. She kept getting more and more agitated, and started to walk away, when he stoped screaming, and calmly said, "Sour Grapes." I had never seen her face change so quickly. It was like he had said a magic word, and a change came over her.
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Created: 02.22.2007 Updated: 02.22.2007
She turned around, and practicly ran into his arms. I couldn't believe it. Shane..., and Livvie? How? When? I had to be dreaming. They were together? I ddin't even think they could stand eachother. Shows how niave I am.
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