I hopped in my white car and turned it on. I decided to stop by Starbucks to grab a little snack or frappe and then go to Target to get some Christmas presents for my family and friends.
"Hi, can I get a grande vanilla bean frappuccino with soy milk and no whip please?" I asked the young woman working at the Starbucks counter.
"Of course, anything else?" She asked. I shook my head. "That'll be $3.61."
I rustled through my bag and pulled out a five dollar bill. She gave me my change and I sat down.
I felt eyes on me instantly. I turned around to see a familiar face.
"David?"
"Oh, uh, hey Liza." He said, standing behind me. "What're you doing here?"
"Getting something to drink...," I said awkwardly. I got up from my chair and passed the brown-haired boy to grab a straw.
"Liza?" The worker said, holding up my drink. I went and got it and headed out the door.
"Bye Liza," David said, touching my shoulder. I desperately wanted to just hug him, kiss him, and tell him sorry but something in me just wouldn't let that happen.
*
I rolled around my shopping cart down the cereal aisle. I grabbed Raisin Bran and wheeled my cart over to check-out.
"Bye Liza," I heard. I whipped around, waiting to see my beautiful boyfriend staring back at me. When I turned around, there was nothing there. I dropped my shoulders. I just wish I had my life back.
*
When I got back home, I found a note taped to my door. It read:
Hey Liza,
I just wanted to let you know that if you need anything, anything in the world, you can come to me. I love you. You are the light of my life and I hope you know that. You're so beautiful, just like the sun. Your hair is so curly and voluminous that I could just live in it. Even in the darkest of your days, I will get you flowers, chocolate, and a puppy if you want. I love you Elizabeth Koshy.
Love,
Elevator Man.
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pookie | liza x david
Fanfiction. . . Liza Koshy and David Dobrik have been dating for some time now, and they love each other with all of their hearts. Through thick and thin, they will never let each other go. But one mistake can change both of their worlds. . . .
