We're more than friends

Chapter 7

Hiya! So I just wanted to formally say hello since I posted all six previous chapters at the same time. That way you're all caught up.

I hope you like the story so far, and feel free to comment and vote!

Thank you for taking the time to read my little story. I'll stop rambling now and let you get back to the story.

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Lizzie's POV

Two months later

The next few months were unbearable. Hope was still reeling over Landon's death. Josie had been avoiding her like the bubonic plague and we still hadn't caught MG. Dad and Hope had been going on more and more trips, each one longer than the last. Each time with worse news. At first it was one or two bodies in some trashy motel rooms or in dark alleyways - how very cliché – but then the numbers went up. Five. Ten. Twenty. Twenty. MG ripped through an entire party filled with drunken teenagers in Oregon. After that trip dad had lost all hope on ever getting him back.

"He's gone Lizzie! He's no longer the boy you once knew!" He yelled at me one night in his office.

"No, he's not! It's that bloody curse! This isn't him!" I said, matching his tone and anger.

Frustrated, dad sat down on the sofa and patted the spot next to him. I joined him, glaring at him. He reached for my hands and after a few minutes he spoke again, in a softer voice.

"Not anymore Lizzie... He's changed. He can't be saved" He whispered.

"This is all Josie's fault!" I yelled, flailing my hands in the air. Who does he think he is deciding to kill MG the next time we cross paths with him? Huh? We had a spell! He'll be fine after the spell! He's not a lost cause. Fuming, I abruptly stood up and without another word, stormed out.

Once I'd flung the door open, I was surprised to see a teary-eyed Josie near the door. She had heard everything. I felt a pang of guilt before my rage built up once again. I stared at her for a split second before I huffed and walked away.

I kept on walking until I found myself in front of MG and Kaleb's dorm room. I hadn't been inside since he left. As I was turning on my heels to leave, the door opened. There stood a confused Kaleb leaning on the door.

"Lizzie? What are you doing here?" He asked.

"I, I ... Can I come in?"

Kaleb stepped aside to let me in and closed the door behind me. Hesitantly I walked over to MG's side of the room and sat on the bed. My hands traced the contours of the iron man print on his bedding. Dork, I said to myself as a tear fell down my cheek. I could sense Kaleb's uneasiness with my presence. We had never really spent much time just the two of us, and certainly not when I was feeling vulnerable. He stood in the middle of his room, watching me.

"Are you... Do you want to talk about it?" He asked nervously, shifting from one foot to the other.

"No." I said, shaking my head, my eyes still transfixed on the bedding.

The room fell silent as Kaleb got back into bed. Even without looking up, I could feel his uncertain gaze burning a hole in the side of my face.

"You can stay here tonight... if you want. I don't think he'll mind." He said a few seconds later.

I simply nodded and crawled into the bed. As soon as my face hit the pillow, I was hit with the overwhelming smell of MG. I closed my eyes as I silently cried myself to sleep.