1.1 Don't Speak
Song by 'No Doubt', from 'Tragic Kingdom' (album)
Devilchild211
Angst, songfic
Author's notes.
Hello, I'm back! I haven't been able to continue 'Additions', please send ideas for any of my stories including this one other then 'So Pure, So Tainted' because that was a one shot story. I've always loved the song 'Don't Speak' I don't know why I just love really kind of sad yet angry songs and just plain evil and angry songs. Yes I know, I should probably go get a psychiatrist. and fast. But you can't make me! ( This is suppose to be a very angsty story but it didn't really come out as angsty as I wanted it, oh well! Please R+R, pretty, pretty, please!
*****
You and me
We used to be together
Everyday together
Always
"Gord- I mean Dave," Lizzie corrected herself as he shot her a warning look, dark blue gray eyes piecing her, "Can we talk?" she said softly. He had changed from the Gordo that she had known and loved, he had undoubtedly changed. He dressed in black tee-shirts, baggy jeans, and a leather jacket, a gold chain with a cross adorned his neck. He looked hot, he was popular, but he wasn't Gordo.
2 I really feel
I'm losing my best friend
I can't believe this could be
The end
"Not right not Mcguire. I'm busy." He shook his head, brushing her off coolly. "Well can we talk maybe later?" she said grabbing his arm, not letting him go so easily like the many times before. "Maybe, look, I gotta go." He pulled his arm from her grip. "But." her voice faded into nothing as he didn't even bother to turn around as she called out to him and walk off.
It looks as though
You're letting go
and if it's real
Well I don't want to know
"Hi Mrs. Mcguire. Where's Lizzie?" Miranda asked, she came over Lizzie's house everyday, today she had singing class so she met up with Lizzie later at Lizzie's house.
"Oh hello Miranda dear, she's right upstairs in her room, go right up." Mrs. Mcguire smiled warmly at one of her daughter's best friends, 'Come to think of it, I haven't seen Gordo since he left in the summer to Europe, he never comes around now that he's back. I wonder what's going on.' She thought to herself watching Miranda retreat up the stairs.
"Hey Lizzie. What's wrong?" Miranda opened the door and walked behind Lizzie looking over her shoulder to see a picture of Lizzie, Gordo, and her posed on Halloween last year in ninth grade. Lizzie was dressed as Marilyn Monroe in a white dress pretending to be surprised as she held her dress down as a fan blew and Miranda had been a vampire showing her fangs. Gordo had been dressed up as a punk, back then they didn't know in a year's time he would be. Miranda shook her head sadly at the fact that Lizzie still believed that Gordo would come back and everything would be back to normal, that he'd be their friend that they had known since the age of one. Miranda knew it was hopeless, it would never be the same.
Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me cause it hurts
Don't speak
I know what you're thinking
I don't need you reasons
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
"Lizzie, don't do this to yourself, he's n-" Lizzie cut her off, "Miranda, please, stop. I can't help it, I know you're right. But I want to try one last time." Lizzie pleaded. "One last time, maybe he's still the same, somewhere deep inside of him." She was still hopeful, Miranda said nothing.
3 Our memories
They can be inviting
But some are altogether
Mighty brightening
Miranda gave her a grim smile and left. Lizzie laid back on her bed and thought to herself, sometimes felt that Miranda had never truly liked Gordo that much, the feeling now over came her. She felt as if maybe Miranda really didn't want Gordo back. Miranda and him had been friends but Miranda competed with him, trying to be the better friend and all. Lizzie wasn't sure what to think of it other then no matter what Miranda thought, she wanted Gordo back, no, she needed Gordo back.
As we die
You and I
With my head in my hands
I sit and cry
At lunch Lizzie saw her chance, she caught up to Gordo, "Dave, we need to talk." She seized his arm before he could protest and pulled him to an empty table. 'David Gordon." She stated.
"Lizzie Mcguire." He said in the same formal tone mocking her.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked, almost pleadingly, he avoided her eyes,
"Doing what?" he asked.
"Ignoring us since we started school two months ago. Hanging out with the punks and rock bands? You don't talk to us, call us, come over, anything! For crying out loud, you won't even look at me when I talk!" she exclaimed suddenly furious, 'Who does he think he is!?' "Are you better then us suddenly?!" she snapped at him.
He stared at her coolly, not even seeming to be slightly effected by her sudden outburst, "Look Mcguire, I thought you were smart enough to figure it out, I don't want or need you as a friend." He stated this looking at her smirking, "Obviously I gave you two too much credit, trying to get you two to figure it out on your own. Guess you two really are just two squealing bimbos, in your case, a squealing blonde bimbo." He glared at her, "Get lost Mcguire, you're pathetic." seeing she didn't budge, "What? Do I need to spell it out for you? Wait, I forgot, you bimbo's probably don't read." He said looking arrogantly down at her. Lizzie felt something inside her break and she slapped him across the face with all the strength she could muster. She held back tears as she looked up at him. He looked startled placing a hand on his cheek.
"I thought maybe that you were still the boy I had known and loved since I was one, but you aren't and you'll never be again" she whispered angrily.
She looked into his eyes and could have swore she saw a faint glimmer of remorse that maybe, just maybe, just a second. No, it was just her imagination.
It's all ending
I gotta stop pretending who we are.
You and me
I can see as dying. are we?
As Lizzie walked off she realized what had broken earlier had been, her heart. Her heart that she had handed over that had been handed back ripped and torn by cutting words. Too bad she never turned back, maybe she would have seen Gordo's heart breaking in two though his eyes, seen the single tear that ran down his cheek.
*****
REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!! Please! Send ideas! This is a one shot story once again, but send ideas for new stories or some of my unfinished ones! PLEASE!!!
Song by 'No Doubt', from 'Tragic Kingdom' (album)
Devilchild211
Angst, songfic
Author's notes.
Hello, I'm back! I haven't been able to continue 'Additions', please send ideas for any of my stories including this one other then 'So Pure, So Tainted' because that was a one shot story. I've always loved the song 'Don't Speak' I don't know why I just love really kind of sad yet angry songs and just plain evil and angry songs. Yes I know, I should probably go get a psychiatrist. and fast. But you can't make me! ( This is suppose to be a very angsty story but it didn't really come out as angsty as I wanted it, oh well! Please R+R, pretty, pretty, please!
*****
You and me
We used to be together
Everyday together
Always
"Gord- I mean Dave," Lizzie corrected herself as he shot her a warning look, dark blue gray eyes piecing her, "Can we talk?" she said softly. He had changed from the Gordo that she had known and loved, he had undoubtedly changed. He dressed in black tee-shirts, baggy jeans, and a leather jacket, a gold chain with a cross adorned his neck. He looked hot, he was popular, but he wasn't Gordo.
2 I really feel
I'm losing my best friend
I can't believe this could be
The end
"Not right not Mcguire. I'm busy." He shook his head, brushing her off coolly. "Well can we talk maybe later?" she said grabbing his arm, not letting him go so easily like the many times before. "Maybe, look, I gotta go." He pulled his arm from her grip. "But." her voice faded into nothing as he didn't even bother to turn around as she called out to him and walk off.
It looks as though
You're letting go
and if it's real
Well I don't want to know
"Hi Mrs. Mcguire. Where's Lizzie?" Miranda asked, she came over Lizzie's house everyday, today she had singing class so she met up with Lizzie later at Lizzie's house.
"Oh hello Miranda dear, she's right upstairs in her room, go right up." Mrs. Mcguire smiled warmly at one of her daughter's best friends, 'Come to think of it, I haven't seen Gordo since he left in the summer to Europe, he never comes around now that he's back. I wonder what's going on.' She thought to herself watching Miranda retreat up the stairs.
"Hey Lizzie. What's wrong?" Miranda opened the door and walked behind Lizzie looking over her shoulder to see a picture of Lizzie, Gordo, and her posed on Halloween last year in ninth grade. Lizzie was dressed as Marilyn Monroe in a white dress pretending to be surprised as she held her dress down as a fan blew and Miranda had been a vampire showing her fangs. Gordo had been dressed up as a punk, back then they didn't know in a year's time he would be. Miranda shook her head sadly at the fact that Lizzie still believed that Gordo would come back and everything would be back to normal, that he'd be their friend that they had known since the age of one. Miranda knew it was hopeless, it would never be the same.
Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me cause it hurts
Don't speak
I know what you're thinking
I don't need you reasons
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
"Lizzie, don't do this to yourself, he's n-" Lizzie cut her off, "Miranda, please, stop. I can't help it, I know you're right. But I want to try one last time." Lizzie pleaded. "One last time, maybe he's still the same, somewhere deep inside of him." She was still hopeful, Miranda said nothing.
3 Our memories
They can be inviting
But some are altogether
Mighty brightening
Miranda gave her a grim smile and left. Lizzie laid back on her bed and thought to herself, sometimes felt that Miranda had never truly liked Gordo that much, the feeling now over came her. She felt as if maybe Miranda really didn't want Gordo back. Miranda and him had been friends but Miranda competed with him, trying to be the better friend and all. Lizzie wasn't sure what to think of it other then no matter what Miranda thought, she wanted Gordo back, no, she needed Gordo back.
As we die
You and I
With my head in my hands
I sit and cry
At lunch Lizzie saw her chance, she caught up to Gordo, "Dave, we need to talk." She seized his arm before he could protest and pulled him to an empty table. 'David Gordon." She stated.
"Lizzie Mcguire." He said in the same formal tone mocking her.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked, almost pleadingly, he avoided her eyes,
"Doing what?" he asked.
"Ignoring us since we started school two months ago. Hanging out with the punks and rock bands? You don't talk to us, call us, come over, anything! For crying out loud, you won't even look at me when I talk!" she exclaimed suddenly furious, 'Who does he think he is!?' "Are you better then us suddenly?!" she snapped at him.
He stared at her coolly, not even seeming to be slightly effected by her sudden outburst, "Look Mcguire, I thought you were smart enough to figure it out, I don't want or need you as a friend." He stated this looking at her smirking, "Obviously I gave you two too much credit, trying to get you two to figure it out on your own. Guess you two really are just two squealing bimbos, in your case, a squealing blonde bimbo." He glared at her, "Get lost Mcguire, you're pathetic." seeing she didn't budge, "What? Do I need to spell it out for you? Wait, I forgot, you bimbo's probably don't read." He said looking arrogantly down at her. Lizzie felt something inside her break and she slapped him across the face with all the strength she could muster. She held back tears as she looked up at him. He looked startled placing a hand on his cheek.
"I thought maybe that you were still the boy I had known and loved since I was one, but you aren't and you'll never be again" she whispered angrily.
She looked into his eyes and could have swore she saw a faint glimmer of remorse that maybe, just maybe, just a second. No, it was just her imagination.
It's all ending
I gotta stop pretending who we are.
You and me
I can see as dying. are we?
As Lizzie walked off she realized what had broken earlier had been, her heart. Her heart that she had handed over that had been handed back ripped and torn by cutting words. Too bad she never turned back, maybe she would have seen Gordo's heart breaking in two though his eyes, seen the single tear that ran down his cheek.
*****
REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!! Please! Send ideas! This is a one shot story once again, but send ideas for new stories or some of my unfinished ones! PLEASE!!!