Living a fantasy
By Jashasha
Set after the movie
I own nothing, it's all owned by Disney
My name is David Zephyr Gordon, and just two weeks ago, on a rooftop in Rome, Italy, my biggest fantasy came true. No, it wasn't dirty. I may be a 15 year old boy, but my biggest fantasy wasn't dirty. It was beautiful. It was sweet. It was scary as hell.
The thing that they don't tell you in movies, or those stupid romance novels of my mothers that I keep surreptitiously stealing, and reading in privacy in hopes of getting some 'tips' in the romance department (embarrassing, I know, but where else am I going to learn?), is that when your best friend since before you can remember, and your crush for the past few years kisses you, you aren't suddenly cool. You aren't even in the realms of cool, and you aren't suddenly in a relationship.
When Lizzie kissed me, my mind, usually running at a million miles an hour, stopped. The only thoughts that were passing through there resembled 'wow', 'I'm so lucky,' and 'smells good.' They didn't even pass in a coherent order and it ended up coming across as 'smells lucky I'm wow so good.' And I'm lucky, not only because the most beautiful girl I've ever known kissed me, but because I didn't automatically say that as soon as we parted. But I'm unlucky, because I stupid enough to say "Thanks." Who says that after they've been kissed? That's why I read my mother's stupid romance novels, so I know what to say when the girl of my dreams kisses me. Fat lot of good they did.
So I'm standing there, looking at this wonderful girl, who had the guts to kiss me, and it's awkward as hell, because I've just said "thanks." And instead of telling her how I feel, or even kissing her, I wimp out. I am completely and totally spineless. I suggest we go inside, under the guise of wanting to stay out of more trouble. In reality, I was so scared I thought I was going to pee my pants, and that's REALLY not the impression I wanted to make.
And now, she wants to talk about what happened. Sit down, and have a discussion about it. She has to know I like her; I haven't been altogether secretive about that. And she has to like me back, right? I mean, she's kissed me twice. Sure, one time it was on the cheek, but it was in a picture, and Lizzie does care about how everyone sees her, and EVERYBODY saw that. Are we going to get together? Be a couple? Because if that happened, I would be the luckiest boy in the world. Except.
What if it ruined the friendship? What if we broke up and I didn't have my Lizzie anymore, as a friend OR a girlfriend. I'd rather have her as a friend without trying anything, than to loose her completely.
What if it didn't live up to the fantasy?
I've been in love, or in like, or whatever it is, with her for so long, and I've thought up so many scenarios in my head. What if dating Lizzie wasn't what I thought it would be. Right now, I'm only her friend, and I should know her faults, hell, sometimes they get me into trouble, but I still view her as perfect. She's my friend, and I covered for her when she snuck out, and listen to her complain about what to wear, and how to get Ethan to notice her, and she's still my idea of perfection. How stupid am I? She complains about how to get a bone-headed guy like Ethan to like her and I'm still infatuated with her.
But what if, if we dated, she was different. Or I saw her different, or whatever. Or what if she was the same? I have fantasies about Lizzie and I on a date and it's perfect, but I have nightmares, where the date isn't perfect, and she's just the normal Lizzie, still obsession over other guys, or treating me as the best friend. These nightmares usually involve Lizzie seeing me as the backup. The guy she can always trust, and just because I've fallen for her, she'll date me. Use me as practice for other guys or something. I know that Lizzie wouldn't do that, but it's still a fear.
I know I'm not 'hot'. I'm short, and I don't have good hair, and I'm not Ethan Craft. What if that's all Lizzie sees when (if) we go on a date? I know she's not that shallow, but I can't help asking these questions.
I'm over thinking things, but if I know Lizzie McGuire, and I do, she's doing just the same thing at the moment. I do want to date her, and this means I should say something as soon as possible, to avoid her thinking way too much, and talking herself out of this whole thing. If I don't just say something, or do something, she's just going to want to forget the kiss ever happened, and I REALLY don't want that.
So. Now all I have to do is find my best friend in the entire world, and tell her that I've been lying by omission for like, ever, and I want to be with her. Sounds easy.
If you liked it, review, I want to know if people wanna see a Lizzie perspective or whatever
My name is David Zephyr Gordon, and just two weeks ago, on a rooftop in Rome, Italy, my biggest fantasy came true. No, it wasn't dirty. I may be a 15 year old boy, but my biggest fantasy wasn't dirty. It was beautiful. It was sweet. It was scary as hell.
The thing that they don't tell you in movies, or those stupid romance novels of my mothers that I keep surreptitiously stealing, and reading in privacy in hopes of getting some 'tips' in the romance department (embarrassing, I know, but where else am I going to learn?), is that when your best friend since before you can remember, and your crush for the past few years kisses you, you aren't suddenly cool. You aren't even in the realms of cool, and you aren't suddenly in a relationship.
When Lizzie kissed me, my mind, usually running at a million miles an hour, stopped. The only thoughts that were passing through there resembled 'wow', 'I'm so lucky,' and 'smells good.' They didn't even pass in a coherent order and it ended up coming across as 'smells lucky I'm wow so good.' And I'm lucky, not only because the most beautiful girl I've ever known kissed me, but because I didn't automatically say that as soon as we parted. But I'm unlucky, because I stupid enough to say "Thanks." Who says that after they've been kissed? That's why I read my mother's stupid romance novels, so I know what to say when the girl of my dreams kisses me. Fat lot of good they did.
So I'm standing there, looking at this wonderful girl, who had the guts to kiss me, and it's awkward as hell, because I've just said "thanks." And instead of telling her how I feel, or even kissing her, I wimp out. I am completely and totally spineless. I suggest we go inside, under the guise of wanting to stay out of more trouble. In reality, I was so scared I thought I was going to pee my pants, and that's REALLY not the impression I wanted to make.
And now, she wants to talk about what happened. Sit down, and have a discussion about it. She has to know I like her; I haven't been altogether secretive about that. And she has to like me back, right? I mean, she's kissed me twice. Sure, one time it was on the cheek, but it was in a picture, and Lizzie does care about how everyone sees her, and EVERYBODY saw that. Are we going to get together? Be a couple? Because if that happened, I would be the luckiest boy in the world. Except.
What if it ruined the friendship? What if we broke up and I didn't have my Lizzie anymore, as a friend OR a girlfriend. I'd rather have her as a friend without trying anything, than to loose her completely.
What if it didn't live up to the fantasy?
I've been in love, or in like, or whatever it is, with her for so long, and I've thought up so many scenarios in my head. What if dating Lizzie wasn't what I thought it would be. Right now, I'm only her friend, and I should know her faults, hell, sometimes they get me into trouble, but I still view her as perfect. She's my friend, and I covered for her when she snuck out, and listen to her complain about what to wear, and how to get Ethan to notice her, and she's still my idea of perfection. How stupid am I? She complains about how to get a bone-headed guy like Ethan to like her and I'm still infatuated with her.
But what if, if we dated, she was different. Or I saw her different, or whatever. Or what if she was the same? I have fantasies about Lizzie and I on a date and it's perfect, but I have nightmares, where the date isn't perfect, and she's just the normal Lizzie, still obsession over other guys, or treating me as the best friend. These nightmares usually involve Lizzie seeing me as the backup. The guy she can always trust, and just because I've fallen for her, she'll date me. Use me as practice for other guys or something. I know that Lizzie wouldn't do that, but it's still a fear.
I know I'm not 'hot'. I'm short, and I don't have good hair, and I'm not Ethan Craft. What if that's all Lizzie sees when (if) we go on a date? I know she's not that shallow, but I can't help asking these questions.
I'm over thinking things, but if I know Lizzie McGuire, and I do, she's doing just the same thing at the moment. I do want to date her, and this means I should say something as soon as possible, to avoid her thinking way too much, and talking herself out of this whole thing. If I don't just say something, or do something, she's just going to want to forget the kiss ever happened, and I REALLY don't want that.
So. Now all I have to do is find my best friend in the entire world, and tell her that I've been lying by omission for like, ever, and I want to be with her. Sounds easy.
If you liked it, review, I want to know if people wanna see a Lizzie perspective or whatever