I Guess You're Not THAT Bad | HIZZIE

Chapter 11 - It Never Stays Peaceful For Long

3rd Person POV
That night, Hope and Lizzie hung out. For that small space of time, everything was back to normal. It wasn't though, not really. Cause sure, ignoring everything that had happened, letting bygones be bygones for the time being worked. Pushing everything down, as deep as it'll go, hoping it'll never, EVER come back isn't the healthiest plan for now, at the time, this is what Lizzie had decided on. Not that she'd had much time to enact on that plan though, due to the fact that she woke up the next morning with a quickly scrawled note from hope saying, 'Sorry for leaving without saying goodbye, you just looked so peaceful. I figure it's about time to go apologize to your dad. Wish me luck, Hope'
Well great, probably not seeing Hope at least until the afternoon, Lizzie thinks, taking the note and hiding it in one of her drawers. She gets ready for her day, and is about to leave the room when Josie comes barging into the door. "Lizzie! We need to talk!"
Oh shit.
Hope POV
As I'm heading towards Alaric's room, I run into somebody I was REALLY trying to avoid. Penelope.
"Heyyyy baby! Where'd you go? I've missed you. Haven't seen you in like, a full 18 hours. Crazy."
God, I don't want to deal with her right now. Well, the easiest course is straight ahead, right? "Fuck off Satan. Seriously, I knew you were lonely & desperate, but drugging me is a new low. You're lucky you didn't go any further than you did or I swear to god I would've made sure the whole Mikaelson family would make sure you never got another moment of peace until eventually we prematurely end your life." I growl at her. Then, before she can respond, I leave her gaping like a fish, and walk away, remembering my original plan of talking to Alaric.
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Of course, the minute I apologize, he finds something for me to do. On the drive there I find myself thinking about Lizzie. I don't quite know why, but I really was hoping to hang out with her more today, especially because we haven't had any time in the past week.
Once we got out though, jumping out of the car I didn't have any real time to think about our situation. At least not when there's dozens of monsters attacking me.
Josie's POV
After dropping off the artifact in my dad's room, I headed towards Lizzie's & mine's room. He hadn't really asked me to go get it, I more so asked for something to keep the growing feelings in my heart from recognizing themselves. I've decided though, it's too late for that.
I like Hope Mikaelson.
It's okay though. That's okay. I can't do it alone though, I'm a touch too much of a coward. So I'll talk to Lizzie. Even though she's not Hope's biggest fan, I hope that since they've grown a little closer recently, she won't freak out too much about it. Fingers crossed. By the time I reached the room though, Lizzie's heading out, clearly intending to just walk past me. I, however, don't let that happen. I stop her with something even I didn't think I'd be capable of doing, "Lizzie! We need to talk!"
Oh shit, no way to get out of this now. Well, fingers crossed, I guess.
3rd Person POV
"Okay, so now that you've thoroughly wasted my entire afternoon with this..." Lizzie says, pointing towards the apparent 'homework emergency' that Josie desperately needed help with. Lizzie had planned on waiting her out until she felt comfortable with discussing whatever was clearly bothering her but she has a life goddammit! Hanging out with Hope already limited the amount of available time for other friends, but if Josie keeps taking all of that too using 'blood comes first' as an excuse she'll end up as friendless as them.
"...what do you actually want to talk about?" she finishes her thought, after the dramatic pause. Her claim pauses Josie for a moment. She really thought she'd been slick, but as always, Lizzie read through her just like a book. She'll have to work on that.
"You promise to love me, no matter what right Lizze?" Josie asks. This is overly timid, even for her. This worries Lizzie. For as much as she loves Josie, and would do anything for her, that doesn't mean she has to do it with a smile.
"Yes, of course Jos," Lizzie says. There's another moment of silence. Josie working up all the courage she can muster. Then, while laying on their chests doing homework, a calming scene to an outwards viewer, Josie drops the biggest bomb possible, one that Lizzie in every facet of her brain still could even think up.
"I... I think I like Hope!" Josie spits out. Closing her eyes. She doesn't want to see the look on Lizzie's face, She's mad she just knows it.
Nothing happens. Josie waits, one second, two, until she finally gets fed up with the will she won't she and looks back up. What she sees puzzles her. Lizzie's confused. Frozen.
"Lizzie, please say something, because if you don't, worse case scenarios are going to start happening in my mind and then I'll start to freak out. Like the FUCK out." Josie pleads.
"Hope...? Lizzie whispers. Shell-shocked. Still, she continues, albeit sounding dumb. "Mikaelson...?" Unable to handle the information, Lizzie stays as is for several more minutes. Though the fact that lights aren't flickering Josie is assuming things could be going worse.
It takes about a half an hour, but the twins come to a conclusion. Neither is totally happy with it though. Josie doesn't understand Lizzie's initial reaction. Lizzie is barely grappling with the whole situation. She's reeling. They settle back into a twin game night, just the two of them from Josie pleading. During the rest of the night though, a small twinge of regret is pestering Lizzie's mind, regretting her answer. She doesn;t really know why Josie liking Hope bothers her, it just does. Probably because she's taking just another thing that was hers & making it theirs until eventually its Josie's. Yeah, that's why.
Still, she says nothing, not even as they fall asleep. Josie's to peaceful dreams of a potential future and Lizzie to nightmares of a horrid future that by the second seems more and more realistic.
'God dammit Hope Mikaelson'  Lizzie thinks as she falls off into another fitful slumber for the nth time that night