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Chapter 2

She pushed her glasses up her nose as she shyly passed her employees. She could feel them stare at her and probably hate her already. She smiled at the receptionist, a blonde woman with the most beautiful smile. She was beautiful and it reminded her of Jenny her nightmare. She looked back down and walked into her new office. What made her father think she could handle this? She didn’t go to Harvard, Princeton or any other college for that reason she knew she would be the outsider. She just chose a nice home school class in art, for that reason. At least her dad remembered that and had put some paintings in her room; they were imitations but, nice ones. Andy Warhol, Picasso, and right in front was the copy of the Mona Lisa. She turned to see her name in a gold plate on her desk, “ok, I guess I should get to work then.” She walked and took a seat on her Herman Miller Aeron chair, very expensive and comfortable. She was looking through her desk when there was knocking in her door.

“Hi, Miss Vickers I’m Patsy Reynolds your receptionist slash assistant. I am sorry to bother you, but Mr. Vickers wanted me to tell you to call him when you arrived here. Here is the message,” she handed her the white paper with her father’s name and message written on it. Poor girl she looked lost, and it reminded her of her, well from many years ago. “If you need anything from coffee to whatever, just page me at extension 102 and I am here,” she said as she walked out the door.

She watched her walk out with such poise, so feminine. Her shoes were pretty high; she wondered how she could manage walking in those, demons. Just looking at her walking in them made her toes hurt. She looked down at her own shoes, so plain and comfortable. She shook away her negative thoughts and dialed the familiar number to.

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She was in her room looking out her window, at nothing in specific. She finally tried to focus on something that would make her forget her first day of hell in the office. Yeah she couldn’t wait for November to tell her father she was out!! She could not do this. She wished Mrs. Betty was still alive, she was her mentor she trusted her with everything. Remembering about her made her realize that the, for sale sign now had another one on top that said sold. Mrs. Betty’s memory would be erased forever from her house. It was the most beautiful house in the community. The largest also, she saw the new owner in the front yard watering the rose bushes that Mrs. Betty so deeply loved. Mrs. Betty would always bring her a batch of her roses for her to have; now she wouldn’t even have that anymore. She was startled as she saw the cheerful woman wave to her, did she know her? No, it was nobody from Clewiston, she knew everybody from this small town. Was she from the city? Palm Beach was only an hour away from Clewiston. She politely waved back and soon after decided she should stop looking out the window. Well at least she looked nice, she thought as she laid in her bed.

“Honey you have a visitor,” said Judy as she walked into her room. Only to find her daughter running into her bathroom, obviously she had been crying. “Your ok sweetie,” she asked in concern, why was her Mona so sad?

“I’m fine mom, my eyes just feel dry and that’s why they are red,” she lied as she wiped her eyes and tear stained cheeks. “Tell Gilbert to come up please,” she said to her mother. She stood by the bathroom door, just to listen to her mother walk out her room shutting the door behind her. She sighed and walked out her restroom and waited patiently for Gilbert to come up. She could hear his loud voice as he walked up the stairs, god she really needed to see Gilbert.

“Hey Lizzie,” he said as he opened the door to her best friends room. He knew something was bothering her as soon as he saw her. “Ok, precious tell me what’s bugging that genius mind of yours?”

She hugged his friend, feeling his muscles and strength as he hugged her back. See Gilbert was not the chubby, robust kid from high school. He had changed, he was fit and hot; only problem he was gay. He didn’t look gay, but he was. “You know me and my issues Gibbs,” she said as she took a seat on her bed.

“Well if you would let me do my magic, you would be as hot as me baby or maybe even better! You know, Gibbs does not sound good for a hot new Broadway actor.” He smiled as he saw her surprised look.

“You got the role?” she asked in a sad tone as she realized her only friend was going to leave her to realize his dreams.

“Yes I did baby! I head to New York on Friday night,” he said with excitement. He saw the sad look on her face, making his happiness die out. He was going to miss her too; she was his soul mate in the wrong body, of course. She was his only true friend since the beginning. Now he had realized that he was leaving his companion, “Lizzie, dear don’t get sad on me, no matter how far apart we are. NOTHING will change our friendship, and I will fly you out to see me in action. I will come down and visit, we’ll chat on Messenger. AND, every time you see Vin Diesel, Brad Pitt or Johnny Depp you’ll be reminded of me because we both think there super hot. Tell you what I just got the greatest idea, I need a stage name right? Well in honor of our friendship Gibbs will be my last name, I will be Johnny Gibbs. What you think?” he asked as he sat beside her.

“I will be the only one to call you Gibbs right?” she asked raising an eyebrow to her friend. He was right there friendship was much stronger than anything.

“Deal, Oh and you will get a makeover when you go see me, because I want everyone to see the beauty under the bushy eyebrows, mustache, thick glasses, and hairy legs.” He said as he touched her upper lip, to emphasize the mustache.

“I don’t have a mustache,” she said as she looked at her mirror. “Maybe someday I will take you up on that offer Gibbs,” she said and looked closely in the mirror to see the mustache.

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Her week was hell at the office; sure enough she was the outsider. Even though she was suppose to be the manager of the department. No one liked her, well except Patsy she was sweet and fake literally! She had every imaginable plastic surgery available to look like she did. Patsy had told her about her past and how she was called Patsy the pasty pig. Finally getting empowered by some motivational speaker she got the nerves to loose weight and get all the surgeries she had. It had paid off too, she was hot and rumors were she was dating a famous person in the down low. She hadn’t confirmed it yet but, she was going to ask her soon. She looked at her watch and realized it was time to go say good-bye to the only good thing from her past, Gilbert. His plane would leave in exactly an hour in half, she had to hurry. Not saying a thing she ran out her house and told her driver where to go. Someday she would have the guts to drive a car, for god’s sakes she could have any car she wanted. What a big irony she thought, her father was CEO for the biggest dealership in town and yet she didn’t even drive. Kind of funny actually, she thought as she giggled.

She had dosed off on the fifteen minute drive to the airport, she didn’t even feel tired. She stretched and with caution straightened her blouse. She tried really hard to look good for her friend at least this one last time. She had actually tried to straighten her hair but it was all frizzy, and she wore her contacts for once. She wore a nice silk blouse a little too feminine for her, but it was for a good cause to see her friend smile one last time. She hated the contacts already; she rubbed her eyes forgetting she had put on some eyeliner.

He saw her walking in and smiled, she was a trying at least. Her hair reminded him of Hermione from Harry Potter, frizzy and puffed up. One day he will be able to make her look beautiful, he thought as he surprised her from behind. “I almost confused you with someone famous,” he said as he hugged her.

“Really, Who?” she asked enthusiastically.

“I know you have seen Harry Potter right? Well Hermione,” he said with a big grin on his face.

She grunted at his comment and changed conversation, “So my mom sends you this,” she handed over the topper ware container to him. Smiling as she saw his face light realizing that it was his favorite dessert. “Mom, wanted you to have some, so that you won’t forget easily of her cooking, besides she knows it’s your favorite. God knows when you will taste it again,” she said as her smile turned into a frown.

“Come on Lizzie, please don’t make this harder than it is,” he said as he started walking again.

She followed her friend to the waiting area, taking a seat beside him. “You’ll tell me if you get a boyfriend right?” she asked him as she looked down at the floor.

“Of course you will be the first to know,” he said as he took a bite of the Flan. He loved Flan especially Judy Vickers Flan. “You think your mom can make me a year supply of this stuff,” he asked with his mouth full savoring the delicious dessert.

She knew he was trying to lighten the mood, so she laughed at his silly question. “Gibbs I don’t think that’s possible, but I’ll ask mom she is capable of doing the impossible.”

He put away the dessert making mental note to devour it later. He turned to face his friend and spoke, “Remember in tenth grade, when we were at Woodworks park one night and we made a promise?” he asked as he grabbed his friend’s hand.

She smiled as she remembered the silly promise, “yeah I remember if I would of known then that you wouldn’t be attracted to girls I would of made that promise with Moe the buggy boy in Economics class!” she said as a joke.

“Please, he ate his boogers!” said Gilbert with despise. “Anyways, Lizzie I will keep that promise, if by age thirty five both of us are not happy with someone romantically, I will marry you. Because even though, I prefer men I have to admit I have always had a crush on you. You want to why Lizzie?” he asked her as he looked into her eyes.

She just nodded as she heard her friend speak. Was she hearing this right? Gibbs has had a crush on her; can gay men have crushes on women?

“Because, you’re different from all the girls I’ve met. You were my friend when I was nothing and you are the most romantic person I know. Your poems are so beautiful and you listen, you’re a beautiful woman Lizzie. You’re Lizzie and there is no one else like you out there.” He kissed her cheek and that’s when he heard the call for his flight. “I guess I have to go already.”

She was in shock her best friend was leaving her, she hugged him and whispered in his ear, “I will keep my side of the promise, Gibbs, I wouldn’t be happier with anyone else. Call me when you land and keep me informed ok?”

“Ok,” he said as he grabbed his stuff and walked away.

She watched him vanish into the corner and she quickly turned to walk away. She could barely hold her tears, she was a mess and her best friend was gone.

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He put on his cap and glasses; he doubled checked to make sure no one would recognize him. After a heads up from his body guard Mark, he walked out as quickly and swiftly as possibly from the men’s room. Thank god it was night and the airport looked almost empty a few people here and there but not that crowded. He tried to blend in as much as possible he smiled as he saw the exit and he was still in one piece. He was going to surprise his mother, by arriving a few days earlier than expected. He wanted to see the beautiful home she so much talked to him about on the phone. He was so close to the exit he could feel the breeze of the ocean already when he lost balance and fell to the ground. “What the fuck,” he said as he realized someone had bumped into him. He quickly got help from Mark.

“Oh, I am so sorry I didn’t mean to I was just not paying attention. My best friend just left and I am melancholy…” she shut her mouth when she saw the look of anger and awkwardness on the man’s face.

Oh, my god he thought this was the most hideous person he had seen, she was just something else. She had black eyeliner smeared all over her face and her hair could be a bush. What was she wearing? “It’s ok,” he said as he dusted his pants. He picked up his cap and in it was this clear pinkish thing. He looked at it with disgust and was about to through it away when he heard the girl speak again.

“Oh, that’s my retainer,” she said and grabbed it putting in her pocket. She felt him staring at her and she knew exactly what he was thinking, what a horrible creature. She quickly controlled her nerves and ran out the exit not wanting to look back. That’s why she hated to go out she only caused people to feel disgusted.