Lizbeth & Her King

'king'

"We all have our time machines. Some take us back, those are called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams."

Tears gathered my eyes. I pulled on my best friend's clutch string. "Is that who I think it is?"

I took as many deep breaths as I could while my vision turned blurry. My best friend turned the same time I did. I was watching my worst nightmare unfold in front of me.

"Oh, my- Is that Jonathan?" She said, giving me an alarmed side glance.

Putting my fruit punch down, I shielded my eyes from the party lights that were spinning wildly all over the place. A friend of ours, Alex, was talking to him. I watched Jonathan throw his head back and laugh. He covered his smile with his left hand- a self-conscientious trait he didn't seem to lose over the years. I looked over his outfit. So he knew about the suit and tie uniform...

How many times have I thought about the time we would see him again? How many times did I jump when I heard someone sing the troll song or the Bill Nye theme song and think of a certain boy with blue rimmed glasses? How many times did I wonder what I would say when I saw him?

I was going back in time, replaying every single memory I had before the boy in question left both our lives completely. Or so I thought...

"Lizbeth. Lizbeth!" I heard someone yell over the techno music.

Looking back at RJ, seeing her clutch to my arm, she kept pointing at Jonathan's direction. I lowered her hand. Trying to ease her growing alarm, which we were sharing apparently, I shoved her off of me playfully. "Re-lax. It's been how long? Five and a half? Six years? We've talked about seeing him again how many times? We can handle seeing him now." I laughed it off.

She gave me a mocking laugh and hit me with her purse. I acted like I was looking for a bruise while she waved her arms around saying,"No. We can totally handle seeing him at our graduation party! And if he just so happens to go to the same college we are going to, we can so deal with seeing him every day for four years!"

"Woah." I held my hands up in mock surrender. "Tone it down with the sarcasm. Plus, there is a fat chance he is going there. He could be going anywhere. California for all we know."

She nods her head, her curls bouncing on her shoulders. "True. True."

That seemed to calm her down. Me? I wasn't as calm but I would pretend to be for the last two hours of the party. I didn't need to think of who he was here with. I didn't need to think of the way he grew up was exactly how I thought he would look like. I picked up my punch from my place at my table by the wall. I swished it and took a sip. No. As long as I stay by my side of the wall, claim that I am too tired to dance anyone and avoid the dancefloor- I'm golden.

Suddenly, RJ turned around so quick I got slapped in the face with her face. She started mumbling under her breath. "Lizbethhe'scomingoverhereohmygoddnessi'mgoingtokillAlex.Sheknows- Hey. Who's this new friend you got here?" RJ smiled and stood in front of me.