crazier things.

seven

"Bad date?" The cab driver asked as Eliza stared out the window, watching the lights of her favorite city fly by as they drove.

"Something like that." Eliza tried to laugh; however, it came out as a mere whisper, devoid of any joy.

"Now forgive me for asking, and please feel free to let me know if I'm overstepping." the driver began, "You didn't break up, did you? Because that would simply be a tragedy. I notice people in my car, and I noticed just how much that boy loves you." 

Eliza felt the tears she hadn't noticed she was holding fall, "Thats what he told me tonight." The girl spoke, trying desperately to hold back a sob. The driver seemed as though he wanted to continue but decided against it. Both wanting to say more, and neither knowing what to say, so they rode in silence, except of course that pesky little voice that sounded far too much like Nicks repeating the one phrase she didn't want to here, "I love you, Elizabeth." 

As Eliza entered her apartment all she wanted was to curl up on the sofa with Ang and Tofu and sob until she passed out, Ang however, was not home. The girl had no idea what to do, so she picked up her phone and prayed the person on the receiving end would answer. 

"Eliza? It's one a.m., what's happening?" Ang asked, concern lingering in her tone. 

"Oh, god, did I wake you? I'm sorry." Eliza said in a shaky voice.

"No honey, it's hardly nine here. What happened?" Ang questioned again. 

"God Ang, it's really bad. I took Nick to Sarah's Place tonight, they were doing open mic night, so I sang one of my songs, Flying Machine your favorite, and it was amazing everyone loved it, I even got approached by a music producer." Eliza smiled, choaking down sobs much like in the cab. "The night was so perfect, and we were both having so much fun, so we decided to go to Carlo's, the bar where we first met, and we were drinking and dancing. I only had a few drinks, but Nick was trashed, so I of course was like 'your drunk, let's get going' right? and he started protesting and he says, 'just a little longer, please I'll love you forever'. And I of course was completely dumbfounded because what the actual fuck do you mean, and then, and then Ang he tells me he loves me." Eliza was no longer crying; she was pacing the apartment almost angry by the fact he felt compelled to tell her.

Ang didn't answer immediately, she truly had no idea what to say. Ang loved being in love, the two girls had always joked that she fell in love every night, so she had no idea how to comfort her friend. Ang of course knew the reasons Eliza wouldn't let anyone get close enough to even have a chance at loving her. Eliza always told anyone who had asked that she thought love was pointless and you would inevitably get hurt, and although she had never felt that hurt, she wouldn't risk it. Ang, however, knew that her friend had indeed felt that hurt. "And what'd you say?" Ang responded, after taking in everything her friend had said.

"I told him he was drunk and to not say shit he didn't mean." 

"Okay." Ang paused, knowing there were two ways her next question could be taken, "But what if, he did mean it?" 

"Of course, he didn't fucking mean it Ang, were the same way when it comes to this shit. There's no way in hell he meant it." Eliza snapped. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to come out like that. I'm just pissed that he drunkenly said the three words that scare me the most, I shouldn't have taken it out on you." Eliza apologized. 

"You're okay El. I'm sorry, I wish I knew how to help you more, I mean I know how you feel about love, but I don't know how you feel, you know?" Ang sighed.

"I know, it's just, tonight of all nights. Did he really have to do that?" Eliza laughed. 

"Men, they're the worst." Ang joked. "You should really try to get some sleep Lizzy, it's what like one-thirty there?"