Lucas and The Time-Traveling Fog The Party Animals!

Chapter 18 Shattered

I was a complete trainwreck after that. I mean, what's the point in it all trying to get a guy to fall in love with me even though I got so drunk last night and actually had a shot of coming back home...my real home where I can see my real friends and family again. But my hopes and dreams were chugged right out the window when Rob flat out denied it in front of his own parents. The very next day.

Agh, I'm so sick and tired of being stuck here in this decade, and I can't stand being Elizabeth. I don't even know if I would ever get out of her life...the way I'm headed seems like I'm going to be her forever. This was the only time in my life that I felt like I was the biggest loser known to mankind.

I couldn't even bear to look at myself in the mirror anymore without being reminded of how much of a deadbeat loser I was. I let myself, Liz, and everyone down. The only thing I could think of doing at that point in my life was to drive back to campus and give a call to the only person who gets me, and that person was not my own mother, Margaret, as much as I wanted to tell her everything.

But she wouldn't understand Liz's problems with guys, unlike her mom, whether I liked to admit it or not. Anyway, I called her phone number at a phone booth somewhere, I don't remember exactly where, but I do remember telling her this sob story of almost everything that happened to me thus far and why I needed to stay home for a week or two but still wanting to go to class despite this. All the while trying to hold back my tears again.

She completely understood, had my back, even insisted I should start packing my things and head straight home. The drive back to campus was quiet, and so was my packing of items that I needed to stay at home for a week or two. The only noise was in my dorm room, where you could hear the echo of my pen clicking as I wrote a note explaining my circumstance with Rob to Margaret, who throughout these past two months became not only my roommate but a dear friend. I folded the note and put it on my nightstand where she could find it and left while looking back at the place...one last time chuckling to myself slightly, remembering the good times that I had rummaging through my things. But I also looked down at the floor once I came in contact with Margie's things. That's when I remembered all those nasty catfights we had.

Back at home, I was greeted with a hug by her mother with open arms. I had never been, felt so safe and loved in someone's arms like hers before. It was nice. After the sweet hug, I ran straight to her room and finally let go of all the tears that I was holding back into one of her pillows. The tears just kept on coming after lunch and dinner. Sometime after dinner, when I was busy crying again, I heard voices outside my room arguing about something. So, I sneakily tiptoed and put an ear to my door, so I could eavesdrop on what the huge commotion was all about. Turns out the commotion was between her parents, and they were arguing about me. Her Father started saying how my mother handled that better the second time to which her response sounded more of an insult than a compliment. They argued for what seemed like hours and never spoke to me afterwards.

But I guess they made it up to me because the next day, I was treated like a total princess. For starters, I was woken up early at like 6 am by My Mom, where My Dad served me my favorite breakfast meal with a glass of orange juice that I could eat in bed! This beats getting breakfast at the cafeteria by a long shot, and my mom did practically everything for me afterwards. From helping me do my hair where she helped distract me by first telling me how she loved this new hairstyle of mine and doesn't want me to change it, then went on to tell me how gorgeous I was, which was nice. Then came the makeup, where she told me this funny story about me trying on makeup for the first time and how much fun I had from back in my childhood. Also, she helped me choose what outfit I should wear for school and even dropped me off at campus, where she told me she would pick me up as soon as my class was over, which should be in like an hour.