Not smoking, Liz finished her beer much quicker than the others. Liz checked her phone. It was just about dead again. She grabbed it and excused herself to the living room.
She laid herself down on the fluffy, brown, corduroy couch. It smelt of dust and smoke. On the way to Denver, Liz was driving. When she wasn't driving, she was sleeping. It wasn't real sleep though, not the kind you got from a bed. She was so tired and desperately in need of a shower, but the beer had seemed to have given her a burst of nervous energy. She plugged the charger into the wall and the phone hummed to life.
She had been avoiding her Facebook. She knew the moment she registered as "online" she couldn't use the "dead phone" excuse anymore to avoid dealing with her problems. Her phone chimed like a slot machine that had just hit the jackpot. She must have had about a million text messages from Amy.
Her phone rang. Liz didn't need to get into a shouting match right now. The last thing she needed was for her hosts to think of her as some immature white girl, or worse, to embarrass Rick. She hit the reject call button.
It wasn't a great turn out to the conversation, but it was the best that Liz could hope for. For now, the disaster was averted, but she was going to have to come up with some real money soon, or she was going to lose a friend. Amy was more than just a roommate and a bartender. Liz would have never made it college without her.
That first semester had been overwhelming. Sure, she had been used to being away from her family, but college wasn't like military academy. There wasn't the regiment that had kept her in check in high school. More freedom meant more choices and more possibilities. More room for error.
She had found herself relying more and more on her abilities to see the future, which in-turn, made her life more meaningless. It had gotten to the point where Liz had even considered killing herself, just to see if she could change her future. That's when Amy got her drunk for the first time. That night, Amy saved her life.
It was a dark time and Liz tried not to think about it. She checked her Facebook feed. She thought for sure a half dozen people would have been wondering where she was, but despite the seventy-eight notifications, very little of it was about her. It was mostly people ranting about politics or showing off pictures of their lunch. It seems so mundane. Liz wondered why she wasted so much time on it.
The scrolling images and thoughts of a hundred people was hypnotic. She soon found herself nodding off.
It was Mr. Stranger.
"Liz..." Repeated Mr. Stranger.
"I just want to sleep," said Liz. "Just let me rest a moment."
"Liz," said Mr. Stranger, "You can't sleep now. You have things to do. Your future waits..."
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Love and Hamburgers [Rick and Liz Saga, Season 1]Paranormal
[Completed/Edited - 2018 Fiction Awards Nominee for Best Romance] With her elbows pressed against the well-worn wood of the bar, Liz swiped at her phone. She found herself lurking the Facebook pages and tweets of her exes. None of them were partic...