Chapter One

((Author Note: I went back and read both of the versions of "Slide" that I had written so far. I'm going to try writing it yet again, but I'm not deleting the original. The reason is that I may in deed write this and decide that I like the original story line better. So please read and review telling me if you like this. Thanks to everyone that reviewed Slide))

------Two Years ago ----------

"You can't do this to me! You can't just get up and leave me here. And you can't tell me you don't love me." Tears stained my cheeks red and left a salty taste in my mouth. Bam had one hand on the door and his other was holding the strap of his backpack. This was the breaking point, one of us was about to break and I had a vague feeling it was me.

"I can and I will. Lizzi this had to end eventually and I'm just speeding it up." There was no emotion in Bam's face as he addressed me like a stranger.

"You're horrible, do you realize that?"

"Whatever Liz, whatever. Just let me leave or I'll be late for my flight."

"Fine, but don't expect me to be here when you get back!" I knew it wouldn't even ding his heart, but it was worth a shot. There was no chance that I was going to go down without a fight, no matter how weak my fight may be.

"I hope you're gone. Go on that Zero tour, I don't care. Stay in your house, I don't care. Just do it far from me." Bam was gone from my life with the slam of a front door. I slumped against the wall and cried so hard that I could barely breath, scared of what would happen now. My life sans Bam had ended so long ago that I didn't know how to start it up again.

A week went by and I still hadn't left the house, just spent my days either crying or sleeping. My mother came in periodically, to make sure that I was still breathing, but she knew that whatever she said couldn't make it any better. I was broken and it was going to be my job to fix myself. The Thursday after Bam dumped me I found myself curled up on the couch eating popcorn and crying over what was happening on the "OC". My wallowing was interupted by a knock on the door and since I was unluckily left home alone I had to get up and get it. A sloth could have gotten to the door faster than me as I shuffled over in my pajamas, not even caring what I looked like.

"Who is it?" Since my house didn't have a peep hole and I wasn't in the mood to open the door I asked who it was.

"It's Rile." As I opened the wooden door Rile's bright pink hair was the first thing to meet my eyes. Rile and I were friends from school, but we'd stopped talking when Bam and I got together 7 months ago. His slim figure stepped onto the doorframe and brought him closer to me, giving me a closer look at his pierced lip. On his ears were a variety of piercing and his right eyebrow was decorated with a neon green hoop.

"Hey." My voice was soft and just the thought that I had neglected my friendship with Rile almost sent me into tears again. Though it didn't say much since even taking out the trash had made me cry today.

"Hey, go get dressed. I'm taking you out."

"You are?"

"Yes, now you have ten minutes. Get ready quick." Rile tapped his watch as he talked to me.

"Okay." As I turned around Rile slapped me on the butt and laughed. "What was that for?"

"It was an attempt to get you to move faster, but now it seems I just distracted you." Another laugh licked my ears and I bounded my way up the stairs. Maybe I could do this, I could get over Bam. When I finally reached my room I flung off my pajamas and imersed myself in my closet. I hadn't gone out in a week and I knew people had found out what happened between Bam and I. If I was going to go out I needed to make a good impression, look like I was over it and looking. Not that I was looking, the idea of Bam coming back for me lurked in the back of my thoughts. But it wasn't going to happen, I was sure of that. So sure of it that it brought a sour taste to my mouth, as if I'd just sucked a lemon. My throat would sieze up and I had to breathe in deeply, he wasn't coming back, he just wouldn't. In an attempt to rid myself of the last thoughts I wanted my mind to wander to, I shook my head violently. I threw on a black Nixon jacket, tight jeans, a white tank top and a pair of sneakers. Before throwing on my clothes I threw the Adios sneakers that Bam had designed out my window. Hopefully the expected rain would ruin the stupid things, I would never wear them again.

"Are you coming Lizard?"

"Yeah, hold on!" I pulled a brush through my hair and pulled it back into a ponytail. With myself throughly assembled I jumped down the stairs in pairs and jumped on Rile.

"Wow, someone's excited."

"Todays the first day of my life and you're conviently here to help me."

"Well, I'm happy."

"Show me the way. We're outta here." I wriggled my fingers into Rile's and pulled him out of the door, locking it behind me.

"My car or yours?" With his palms extended Rile motioned towards his Mazda RX-8 and my Land Rover Discovery.

"Yours. It's got a better sub woofer. Mine's not fixed yet."

"Sounds good." With a click Rile's RX-8 was open and as I started to walk into the passenger seat something hit the back of my head. I looked down in the dark and found the keys to Rile's car.

"Don't you need these to drive?"

"No, you drive. It'll do you good babe."

"Okay!" Excitedly, I jumped into the driver's seat and started the engine. The dull roar of the engine met my eards and I hungrily turned up the stereo and pushed down on the gas. My heart sped up as I switched into reverse and pulled out of my driveway. Rile fiddled with the stereo and turned the bass up loud enough so that the car gently shook with every beat.

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A few weeks later I found myself sprawled out on the floor of my history class, decorating a reprodction of the Berlin Wall. Standing next to me was Rile, who was attempting to make the wall taller. Our slave driver of a teacher deciding to assign us the making of the Berlin Wall for our first semester final project.

"Hey Lizard, can you hand me that thing of glue?" I picked up the glue bottle and held it up for Rile who took a moment to consider me.

"Just take the glue, hun."

"Thanks." Glue was poured on the top of the Wall and used to add another layer of styrofoam bricks.

"So, what should we do this weekend? Mike was hoping to hang out with us."

"I don't know, but I have something to tell you." Emerald eyes met pale blue eyes as I looked up at Rile, who had a blank face. I merely looked back at my work as if I hardly cared what he had to tell me, even though my mind was racing.

"What?!"

"Bam's coming back." The spray paint can in my hand dropped to the ground and rolled across the room, stopping when it hit the back wall. My hand shook lightly as I raised it to my face, watching Rile, just hoping he might tell me he was joking.

"No."

"Yes, he is. He's coming back on Sunday. What are you going to do?"

"Well, what would you expect. I won't do anything at all. He is nothing to me, not even a friend anymore. In a way he's dead to me."

"Are you sure?" Rile only watched me nod and then turned back to his work, not knowing what to say. I was intent on cutting Bam and my memories of him out of my life. And up until this moment I was doing a fine job at just that.

"Well, if you want to go welcome him home or something, that's fine. I won't be upset." I suggested, crawling over to where my spray paint can was laying. Picking it up and using it to continue to paint the wall was the only thing I could do to keep myself distracted for now.

"No, I have no interest in that. Don't worry, he's 18 and you're 16, so its not like you'll see each other very often. He's not even in school anymore, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah. 'Cause he went on tour or whatever, I hardly care. It was illegal anyway." The buzz of the school bell rang through the room as I started to put my spary paint cans away. Instead of waiting for Rile like I usually would I threw on my black Volcom shoulder bag and left. School was over for two days and I couldn't wait to get into my car and drive home. But when I got to my locker Mike was waiting for me, already turning the lock and opening it for me. I tossed my spare binders into my locker and slammed it shut before turning to Mike.

"Heya Mike." As Mike walked in step with me we started towards the hallway's exit doors.

"Hey, do you want a ride home?"

"No, I drove my car this morning."

"Oh, well good because I need a ride to work." Before opening the doors to my Discovery I looked over Mike. He was dressed in baggy jeans and a red spitfire tee shirt, his sweatshirt stamped with a picture of a little boy riding a Llama and a pair of Bam's Adios.

"Burn those shoes Mike."

"Sure, but after work. No shoes no working you know." With a click the doors were open and we both climbed in, music blaring the minute I turned the key in the ignition. The words to Denver Harbor's "Picture Perfect Wannabe" met my ears as I quickly screeched out of the Junior Lot. I narrowly missed a black suburban as I took an unprotected left turn out of the school.

When we reached the Bagel store that Mike worked at I watched him walk into the back of the store and wave goodbye to me. I returned the wave before pulling out of the spot I was in, but an unearthly scrape of metal against metal made me stop quickly. 'Oh shit' I whispered as I turned around to see who's car I'd just scraped against. It was Bam's newer Mercedes Benz, I cringed and pulled back into my spot, getting out to inspect the scrape. It was only about an inch long and was barely noticeable, but I knew that I should leave a note. I was about to leave someone else's number, but I hastily scribbled my own. The minute I started the engine and backed out, this time without incident, I felt a strange sense of foreboding doom.

-Flashback ends—

I woke up with a start, grasping my hand to my head. The worst headache ever known to man gripped me, causing me to bite my cheek in pain. With every step I took in an attempt to get down the stairs and to the kitchen my head pounded violently as if there was a rave going on in my head. First my dreams were filled with the memories I'd worked hard to forget and now I felt like someone was pounding my head against a wall. This was shaping up to be a horrible day.

None of the lights were on in the kitchen as I slumped down the stairs and into the kitchen in search of an Advil. It seemed like no one was in the house because there weren't any cars in the front of the house, except for one. I switched on the overhead lights dully and started to jumble through the cabinet. A white bottle fell out labeled "Advil" in sharpied scrawl I bent down and grabbed it. Upon bending down I realized that someone was approaching me. I quickly got up and turned around to see Bam shuffling over to me, rubbing his eyes and throwing his backpack and skateboard on the couch.

"Hey Liz."

"Blurgh." My attempt to greet him while downing water and my Advil only came out as a spray of water and a strange noise. I swallowed down the water and the pill before grabbing a paper towel and cleaning up the water.

"You okay?" Bam laughed as he opened the fridge and started to search for something to eat, finally grabbing some left over salad and a thing of ranch dressing. With one foot he swiftly pulled a drawer open and grabbed two forks and slammed the drawer shut.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I wiped my hands on the towel before throwing it in the garbage under the sink and following Bam over to the bar stools at the edge of the counter's overhang.

"Here, want to share?" There was a fork brandished in my face, which I grabbed quickly, sticking it in the bowl of salad. I speared myself a piece of grilled chicken and held it in front of my mouth, considering it.

"Have you ever noticed that when you grill chicken it gets those funny marks on it?"

"Yeah, who hasn't?" Ranch dressing decorated the sides of Bam's mouth as he talked open mouthed.

"Don't be rude."

"I can be what I want." He brandished his fork at me and dotted my tank top with ranch dressing. I leaned over and grabbed a chunk of cucumber in my fingers, covering it in ranch dressing. Bam watched as I smeared it on the front of his shirt, leaving a long trail of ranch dressing. All I did was smile as I watched Bam get up from his chair lazily, but stopping halfway so that he could grab the salad bowl and throw it on my head.

"Ew!" With my scream ringing through his ears Bam was up and out of the room. I slumped down against the edge of the counter and closed my eyes.

---Flashback---

"Hello, is this Lizzi?" My hand gripped the telephone harder, oh shit, I knew who it was. I was tempted to say no, I wasn't home, but there was a possibility he already knew it was me.

"Yes. Whos this?"

"Bam, you fucked with my car."

"Oh, aren't you sweet. Do you think you could not swear at me for about one second? And to think you had common courtesy." Sarcasm, it was the first thing that came to my mind. And I knew that it was only the first thing I could use to make him see I'd moved on. Or at least pretend that I had.

"Shut it, Marks." Oh, no he did NOT just refer to me with my last name. If we weren't talking on the phone I would've jumped at him and beat him to a bloody pulp.

"You are lucky that there's a phone line between us. Now just send me the bill and I'll pay for it. Scamper off loser." Before he could say anything I hung up and sat down on the couch behind me. My head was now directed at the ceiling and I was wondering how I ever could get through this. Yeah, when he wasn't here it was much easier because there were no reminders of him. Now there were many reminders that he was near me.

I never said I'd lie in wait forever

If I died we'd be together

I can't always just forget her

But she could try

I shuffled out of the house and into my car, somehow hoping for a distraction. Anything would help. But I couldn't help myself from thinking about all the time I'd spent with him before. The day we cut school and flew to San Francisco for some restaurant opening. And somehow we got home before midnight. I still don't know how we did it, but he always kept me guessing how he did it all.

At the end of the world or the last thing I see. You are never coming home

Could I?

Should I?

And all the things that you never ever told me

And all the smiles that are ever ever

Ever

As I stop at a red light my thoughts are led to the time we spent the night at my favorite park. I'd felt bad after failing my permit test, so he wanted to make the day special. When my Mom called asking where I was he posed as my best friend's father saying I could stay the night. If it wasn't for him I'd have been slaughtered by my parents.

Get the feeling that you're never

All alone and I remember now

At the top of my lungs in my arms

She dies

She dies

Then as I start the car again, gaining speed my mind falters on a sickening remembrance. The day that I'd gotten the flu and Bam dumped me. I was throwing up in the toilet when he came by, saying he needed a break. Sure he came back three hours later, saying he'd made a mistake, but it was evil. And then the time he left me waiting in the dark for him to pick me up, three hours late. I'd been pissed at him that night, after having to wait in the dark, but he made up an excuse about his brother needing to get driven somewhere. And I'd foolishly believed him, now leaving me wondering how stupid one person could be.

At the end of the world

Or the last thing I see

You are never coming home

Could I?

Should I?

And it happened, the car crash. I ran a red light, not thinking about anything but Bam. A car hit me from the side and I was knocked out. The last thing I could remember was screaming and trying to stop the car from flipping over, not that I could. And the last thing I hear was the crunch of metal, the crash of glass breaking and my stereo faltering.

And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me

And all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me

If I fall down

Again, I could hear it as I woke up, metal crunching and glass shattering. Then, as if by magic, the pain became clear, cutting me everywhere. I turned over where I was lying. How I'd gotten out of my car and onto the street I could never tell you. But the flashing lights of paramedics and police were brought back to my sight and I cringed. My eyes couldn't handle to adjust themselves and my body hurt as if I was going to die. There had to be blood, I felt warmth around my arms, it had to be warn blood. It just had to be blood, but I passed out again, just as someone walked over to where I was. I was going to die, I just knew I was going to die.

I woke up a few days later in the hospital. The room was stark of life, except for a bundled shape in the back of the room. My heartbeat quickened in confusion, where was I and who was that? Everything started to piece itself together slowly. The car crash, Bam's phone call, everything started to appear to me. With the small amount of strength that I posessed I sat up against my pillow, trying to get a good view of the person. It was Rile, just Rile. My heart slowed down to normal pace, all fear of who the person was left my body. I looked down at my arm, which was covered in a lime green cast. With my left arm, the one left uninjured, I felt my face, everything seemed in order. Maybe I wasn't as badly hurt as I had thought earlier. I'd woken up on the street, that's right. There were police sirens and lights, that's right and I had passed out. Now I had to be in the hospital, probably just until I woke up.

"Lizzi!" My fingers gripped the sheets again, out of fright. I had completely forgotten Rile was in the room.

"What? Wa huh?" Terror was written on my face, it was obvious that I was completely confused and scared. Rile's eyebrows were heightened in his state of confusion, he didn't know what I was confused and scared about.

"Don't worry. You're fine and I skived out on classes just to stay with you." His fingers found themselves running through his neon pink hair as he walked towards me sheepishly. The rings on his eyebrows and lip glinting in the hospital rooms light.

"Thanks Rile. You're the best. Can you tell me what happened?" Rile found a space on the side of my bed and sat down cross legged.

"What do you want to know?" I considered the question for a minute before answering.

"Well, like I said, what happened? What happened after I crashed my car?"

"Hmm. Let me think. Well you got hit by a car on your left side and the car rolled over. The driver of the other car called 911 and you were rushed to the hospital after they got you out of the car. They had originally thought that you were fine, but then it was discovered that your right arm shouldn't bend the way it was. So they put it in a cast and then put you in here, its been almost two days since you crashed. And luckily, now you are awake. It seems you still remember who you are, which is a good sign. Oh, and they got an estimate for your car. It will be about three thousand. Your parents were going to junk it, but then they decided to just get it fixed."

"I see, thank you." It was a lot to take in at once, so I leaned back against the pillow again and closed my eyes, still awake.

"Are you okay?" The warm hand of Rile met mine and the instant warmth sent a chill down my spine. How could it be that my life was so slow and uninteresting for so long and now it was too much to handle?

"Yes, I think I'll be fine soon. Maybe I just need to let it sink in. You know what I mean?"

"Of course. Would you like something? You can't be released until your parents okay it. They should be back in a few hours."

"Just sit next to me. Just let me know you're here for me."

"I love you, don't worry."

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