The Boy Who Saved Me From Me

Chapter 5

Sooo I like this chapter better than last. Some of the drama is going to start so the story should pick up now and be more interesting!

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Elizabeth's POV

The week drug on, but it was finally Friday. I was putting my books in my locker when Sarah walked up to me.

"Hey Lizzy." Enthusiasm lacked from her normally happy voice.

"What's up?"

"I'm going to have to cancel girl's night. I'm so sorry, it's just that my parents are making me watch my little brother and Theresa got sick earlier and -"

She was blabbering like she always does when she's nervous. "Sarah, don't worry about! I understand, we can move girls night to next Friday."

She sighed then smiled, "Thanks Lizzy." She gave me a quick hug then went on her way. She always stressed when she had to watch her brother. I don't blame her. Little Zack is 50lbs of pure spazz.

As soon as I walked into the house I knew my brother was going to be throwing a party. Great. I was hoping I could make it to my room unseen, that didn't happen. Soon enough I was greeted by a bone crushing hug.

"LizzyBooBoo! You're home!" Ughh the one person I don't want to see. I squirmed my way out of Jackson's arms and continued to my room, but I was stopped by Chris.

"Hey, I thought it was girl's night?" he said nervously.

"It was, but Theresa is sick and Sarah has to babysit Zack. Let me guess, you're throwing a party." I hate when my brother throws parties. Actually, I hate parties in general. There's something about being around a large group of drunken people for a long period of time that puts me in a bad mood.

"I didn't expect you to be here!"

"I know, I know and you're still going to have your party. I'll just lock myself in my room. I'll be fine, Chris." I patted his cheek and hurried to my room before I was stopped again.

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It's currently 12:42am and the party is still in full blast. Yay. I've locked myself in my room and I'm attempting to read. Suddenly, there's a knock on my door. I hesitantly get up to answer it.

"Who's there?"

"It's me, Tanner." My heart stopped. I may or may not have been avoiding him as much as possible. Which is difficult to do considering we have 5 classes together and he's always hanging out with my brother. I reluctantly opened the door. He stood there, looking at me with a shy smile on his face. "Hey Liz, mind if I come in?"

"Ermm, no, come on in." This is weird. The only people I let in my bedroom are my friends and Chris. I return to my spot in my bed and bring my knees to my chest. Thankfully, I wasn't wearing embarrassing pajamas, instead I was simply wearing sweats and a t-shirt.

"So what's up?" I ask as he sits across from me in my desk chair.

He shrugs, "I'm not much of a partier."

I nod and then there's an awkward silence. We sit without making eye contact for a good 5 minutes. When I finally look at him again, our eyes meet. He gets up and walks over and sits in front of me on my bed. I wrap my arms around my legs and bring my knees even closer to my chest.

"Tanner you can't leave me."

"I don't want to Liz, but my mom is making me leave."

"But Tanner, who's going to be my best friend?"

He pulled me into a hug and whispered in my ear, "I'll always be your best friend Liz."

Our mothers came out and pulled us apart. My mom began dragging me to our car when Tanner had gotten away from his mother. He ran over and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

That was the last time I saw him. We were only 4 or 5 years old and now 13 years later, here he was, sitting in my bedroom, staring at me.

He didn't break eye contact as he broke the silence. "How have you been, Liz?"

I cannot believe this is happening. It's like we were in our own little world and for a minute I forgot about the party downstairs. "I've been alright. How about you?"

He looked up at me, "Only alright?"

I sheepishly look away. I couldn't talk to anyone about my diabetes. I ignored it, hoping it would go away. For 14 years, I was always the kid that got to leave class, that wasn't allowed to eat candy (which is completely and utterly untrue), that missed entire days of school for doctor appointments, the kid that had something attached to her hip (an insulin pump). I've always been different. I hadn't realized I was crying until a soft sob escaped my lips. Tanner walked around to the other side of the bed, climbed in next to me, and then hugged me. We sat like that for what seemed like hours.

"WHAT IS GOING ON IN HERE?!?!"

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hehe another cliff hanger(; I also stopped it here so the chapter wouldn't be ridiculously long. The next chapter will come soon!