Pip Dreams Alternate Ending
Pipe Dreams A young man was sitting alone in busy a restaurant waiting for his date to arrive. He nervously pulled at his Burberry tie. Casting his eyes forward he saw Lizzie, his date walking towards the table. He bit his lip nervously as he stood up to greet her. “Look at my hair! The humidity makes it look as though I have a mane,” Lizzie said smiling wickedly at her date. “Er, It looks lovely Liz. Always does,” said Dave as he gave Lizzie a quick peck on the cheek “That was a joke,” said Lizzie crinkling her brow. “Whatever; do you know what you want to order?” “We had a party at work, you know for my promotion, so I might just order a salad and save my appetite for dessert. But you go ahead and get whatever. You know I’m happy just
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to watch you eat.” “Okay Romeo. How about we both just skip dinner and go straight to dessert. But be warned I’m choosing the most expensive ice cream they have to offer. I have to make up for you're disappointingly small appetite somehow.” Dave attempted a half smile in response. “Anyway” continued Lizzie, “I had the worst luck today. I was walking back from the office and first of all it was raining, second of all a big bus drove right by me and I was sprayed with water! I was soaked! Kind of funny, and after that—” “That’s lovely Liz, oh looks like the waiters coming, are you ready to order.” Dave said nervously his eyes darting everywhere but Lizzie’s face. “Ok ok. Are we on a time crunch? You got other plans tonight? Going to see your other girlfriend?” “Sorry sorry i’m just a little distracted, I think you should order the chocolate cake, i’ve heard it’s heavenly. Just melts in your mouth.” “Melts in your mouth eh? You mean tall dark and delicious” Lizzy said giggling as she scanned the menu. “No, I wasn’t lying when I told you i’m ordering the most expensive ice-cream they have. Which in this case is… raspberry sorbet, technically not ice cream, but it’ll do." “Liz I really do think you’d like this cake, and it’s more expensive than the ice-cream.” Dave said staring up at lizzie and pushing out his lower lip. Lizzie rolled her eyes and pushed Dave’s arm playfully, “I didn’t know you had such an affinity for chocolate cakes, i’ll have to remember that, but i’m sticking with ice cream..pardon me sorbet.” Dave furrowed his brow and pulled nervously at his tie just as the waiter reached their table. “Why don’t your order both Liz? Ice cream and cake? I really think you’d love it, we could share?” “Twice this evening you’ve disappointed me with your appetite. Sometimes I wonder why i’m even with you,” Lizzie said pretending to pout. “Share with me? I think it’ll be romantic.” Lizzie narrowed her eyes at Dave studying him for a few seconds before she replied, “Ok Mr. Bossy but only because we’re celebrating you tonight, and I happen to enjoy chocolate cake. Though not as much as you appear to.” “Tall dark and delicious,” Dave said grinning as the waiter winked at him from behind Lizzie’s back. A few minutes later Lizzie stood up from the table. “Ok i’m just going to go to the washroom quickly don’t miss me. Or do. Maybe write me a poem comparing my eyes to limpid pools?” “Wait!
Stop! Why don’t you wait till the cake comes?” Dave said grabbing ahold of Lizzie's sleeve. “I’m sure it’ll take them a while to get it ready.” Lizzie said rolling her eyes. “What is with you this evening, i’m not your robot.” “Sorry it’s just—Oh look the waiters already coming back,” Dave said sitting back down in his chair. “I’ll give you some credit, that was pretty fast but I’m still going the washroom,” Lizzie said, just as the cake was set down in front of her. “Also just because you got a promotion doesn’t mean—Dave, why is they're writing on the cake?”Lizzie glanced down at the swirly inscription: Will You Marry Me? The colour drained from her face.“What is this?” Dave got down on one knee in front of Lizzie “Listen. I love you, you're the most interesting woman i’ve ever met. I don’t think there's anyone else like you in the world, and even if there was I wouldn’t care because I love you. I only want to be with you. I know we’ve only been dating six months, but will you do me the greatest honour of making me your husband?” “what” whispered Lizzie “Wait hold on just a second, I haven't even showed you the ring” “It’s not in the cake is it” Lizzy said glancing around the restaurant at the scores of people
watching. “No, just let me—.” Dave fumbled around with his coat, pulled out a velvet box, and opened it to reveal a gold band encrusted with rubies.“ I know you think diamonds are too showy, so I thought you’d like this, they’re rubies you know for July, the month we met so…will you marry me?” he said sandwiching her two hands between his own. “No,” Lizzie said yanking her hand from his grasp “N-no? What do you mean?” “I mean no. I’m sorry but you know I don’t believe in marriage.” “What’s not to believe?” “I just think you can love someone without the theatrics.You knew that!” “No, well I guess maybe? I thought I could change your mind. I always assumed you were just bitter over you parents divorce. I-I’m sorry…” “No! Don’t be sorry, i’m sorry! I’m sorry I don’t want this!” “How could I be so obtuse” Dave said shoving the ring into his pocket. “No stop. This isn’t your fault. I just don’t believe in it.” “ Is it that you don’t believe in marriage? Or you don’t believe in marrying me? You can say it. ”Dave said avoiding Lizzies gaze. “You don’t really want me to say that.” “I-I how can you not want this? We love each other” Dave said finally brining his eyes to make contact with Lizzie's. “Do we? I don’t know.” “You don’t know! What were we doing dating each other for so long then? How did you think this would end? Did you just want to date until one day I come home and you’re gone?” “What’s the alternative? We marry, then one day you come home and I’m cheating on you with your best friend?” Lizzie said attempting a smile. “Do you think this is a joke? I love you, I want to marry you.” “I thought we were having fun, Dave! We’re only in our 20’s. We can live a little!” “I don’t want fun! I want love, I want someone who can hold my hand when we’re eighty. It’s either you marry me or this is it. We’re over, nothing.” “Nothing” “What?” “I have to choose nothing” “Pardon” “I’m not going to marry you. But believe me I am so so sorry I don’t want this. You’ll find the perfect girl Ok.” “I don’t want the perfect girl. I want you” Dave said, his voice breaking. “I don’t deserve you” “I have to go think things over call me if you change your mind ok?” “I won’t change my mind Dave. I can’t change how I feel” “Well then goodbye, meals on me” Dave muttered placing two bills down on the table. “Dave please let’s talk about this” “What’s left to talk about. Goodbye Liz” Said Dave, starring into Lizzie's eyes longingly and then walking out of the restaurant.
to watch you eat.” “Okay Romeo. How about we both just skip dinner and go straight to dessert. But be warned I’m choosing the most expensive ice cream they have to offer. I have to make up for you're disappointingly small appetite somehow.” Dave attempted a half smile in response. “Anyway” continued Lizzie, “I had the worst luck today. I was walking back from the office and first of all it was raining, second of all a big bus drove right by me and I was sprayed with water! I was soaked! Kind of funny, and after that—” “That’s lovely Liz, oh looks like the waiters coming, are you ready to order.” Dave said nervously his eyes darting everywhere but Lizzie’s face. “Ok ok. Are we on a time crunch? You got other plans tonight? Going to see your other girlfriend?” “Sorry sorry i’m just a little distracted, I think you should order the chocolate cake, i’ve heard it’s heavenly. Just melts in your mouth.” “Melts in your mouth eh? You mean tall dark and delicious” Lizzy said giggling as she scanned the menu. “No, I wasn’t lying when I told you i’m ordering the most expensive ice-cream they have. Which in this case is… raspberry sorbet, technically not ice cream, but it’ll do." “Liz I really do think you’d like this cake, and it’s more expensive than the ice-cream.” Dave said staring up at lizzie and pushing out his lower lip. Lizzie rolled her eyes and pushed Dave’s arm playfully, “I didn’t know you had such an affinity for chocolate cakes, i’ll have to remember that, but i’m sticking with ice cream..pardon me sorbet.” Dave furrowed his brow and pulled nervously at his tie just as the waiter reached their table. “Why don’t your order both Liz? Ice cream and cake? I really think you’d love it, we could share?” “Twice this evening you’ve disappointed me with your appetite. Sometimes I wonder why i’m even with you,” Lizzie said pretending to pout. “Share with me? I think it’ll be romantic.” Lizzie narrowed her eyes at Dave studying him for a few seconds before she replied, “Ok Mr. Bossy but only because we’re celebrating you tonight, and I happen to enjoy chocolate cake. Though not as much as you appear to.” “Tall dark and delicious,” Dave said grinning as the waiter winked at him from behind Lizzie’s back. A few minutes later Lizzie stood up from the table. “Ok i’m just going to go to the washroom quickly don’t miss me. Or do. Maybe write me a poem comparing my eyes to limpid pools?” “Wait!
Stop! Why don’t you wait till the cake comes?” Dave said grabbing ahold of Lizzie's sleeve. “I’m sure it’ll take them a while to get it ready.” Lizzie said rolling her eyes. “What is with you this evening, i’m not your robot.” “Sorry it’s just—Oh look the waiters already coming back,” Dave said sitting back down in his chair. “I’ll give you some credit, that was pretty fast but I’m still going the washroom,” Lizzie said, just as the cake was set down in front of her. “Also just because you got a promotion doesn’t mean—Dave, why is they're writing on the cake?”Lizzie glanced down at the swirly inscription: Will You Marry Me? The colour drained from her face.“What is this?” Dave got down on one knee in front of Lizzie “Listen. I love you, you're the most interesting woman i’ve ever met. I don’t think there's anyone else like you in the world, and even if there was I wouldn’t care because I love you. I only want to be with you. I know we’ve only been dating six months, but will you do me the greatest honour of making me your husband?” “what” whispered Lizzie “Wait hold on just a second, I haven't even showed you the ring” “It’s not in the cake is it” Lizzy said glancing around the restaurant at the scores of people
watching. “No, just let me—.” Dave fumbled around with his coat, pulled out a velvet box, and opened it to reveal a gold band encrusted with rubies.“ I know you think diamonds are too showy, so I thought you’d like this, they’re rubies you know for July, the month we met so…will you marry me?” he said sandwiching her two hands between his own. “No,” Lizzie said yanking her hand from his grasp “N-no? What do you mean?” “I mean no. I’m sorry but you know I don’t believe in marriage.” “What’s not to believe?” “I just think you can love someone without the theatrics.You knew that!” “No, well I guess maybe? I thought I could change your mind. I always assumed you were just bitter over you parents divorce. I-I’m sorry…” “No! Don’t be sorry, i’m sorry! I’m sorry I don’t want this!” “How could I be so obtuse” Dave said shoving the ring into his pocket. “No stop. This isn’t your fault. I just don’t believe in it.” “ Is it that you don’t believe in marriage? Or you don’t believe in marrying me? You can say it. ”Dave said avoiding Lizzies gaze. “You don’t really want me to say that.” “I-I how can you not want this? We love each other” Dave said finally brining his eyes to make contact with Lizzie's. “Do we? I don’t know.” “You don’t know! What were we doing dating each other for so long then? How did you think this would end? Did you just want to date until one day I come home and you’re gone?” “What’s the alternative? We marry, then one day you come home and I’m cheating on you with your best friend?” Lizzie said attempting a smile. “Do you think this is a joke? I love you, I want to marry you.” “I thought we were having fun, Dave! We’re only in our 20’s. We can live a little!” “I don’t want fun! I want love, I want someone who can hold my hand when we’re eighty. It’s either you marry me or this is it. We’re over, nothing.” “Nothing” “What?” “I have to choose nothing” “Pardon” “I’m not going to marry you. But believe me I am so so sorry I don’t want this. You’ll find the perfect girl Ok.” “I don’t want the perfect girl. I want you” Dave said, his voice breaking. “I don’t deserve you” “I have to go think things over call me if you change your mind ok?” “I won’t change my mind Dave. I can’t change how I feel” “Well then goodbye, meals on me” Dave muttered placing two bills down on the table. “Dave please let’s talk about this” “What’s left to talk about. Goodbye Liz” Said Dave, starring into Lizzie's eyes longingly and then walking out of the restaurant.