CHAPTER 1
Lizzie's POV:
My mind was confused as Gordo and I raced down to the bottom of the stairs. We had just been on the rooftop overlooking Rome, when I gave him a kiss. Why I did I'm not quite sure. Why did I kiss him? My heart was all in a flutter, and I kissed him. I had really appreciated what he had done for me. He is SUCH a good friend, but I'd never thought of him as anything more than that. I mean c'mon, he's Gordo, right? Good ol' Gordo. He's always been there for me. I don't think I realized it until now. He almost got sent home because of me. I feel like I have been blind and selfish just wanted Paolo, Paolo, Paolo.
AL: He IS cute though!
Lizzie says aloud: " . but using poor Gordo."
GORDO's POV
"What did you say, Lizzie?" I asked her. "Oh.nothing Gordo." OK. So Lizzie McGuire had kissed me. Does she like me? Maybe that kiss was my answer, but I just couldn't count on it. I had to ask her. "Lizzie?" I asked. "Yeah, Gordo?" she replied. "Um.I.er.do you um.do you like.um.chicken?" I stupidly asked. I had not gotten up my nerve. "Uh, duh, Gordo. Why?" she asked. "I was um.just making sure." I replied. Oh.stupid Gordo. She probably thinks you're weird. You should've asked her what you really wanted to. Does she like me? Why did she kiss me?
LIZZIE'S POV
What was up with that? Well after all, he IS Gordo.full of surprises. Maybe I should just go along. "Gordo? Do YOU like chicken?" I asked. "Sure," he replied, "it's the greatest." Wow. I feel tongue-tied. After that kiss, I didn't know what to say to Gordo. Maybe he was feeling the same way, because he didn't have much to say either. "Is it possible that he likes me?" I thought to myself again and again. No. That would be weird.
"You look like you are thinking McGuire. Stop worrying your head. What is on your mind?" Kate asked me while she was eating a mouthful of spaghetti. She pulled me aside and asked me that question again. Why was Kate so interested in MY life? "Maybe it has something to do with Gordo," she assumed.
"Uh-maybe. I am really confused right now and I want some time to figure it out. I need a rest. See ya later." I said and walked off. "Oh whatever, Lizzie McGuire! Why don't you trust me? Just one little tiny bit of advice," she said as I was walking off, "remember what I told you at the murder mystery party. About Gordo and all. With recent events, you have forgotten about Gordo. He likes you, Lizzie!"
Could Kate have been telling the truth? I stopped in my tracks and thought for a second. "No. Kate is weird." I thought aloud and then continued on walking to my room. But my final thought that night was about Gordo and the kiss, and what Kate had told me.
Lizzie's POV:
My mind was confused as Gordo and I raced down to the bottom of the stairs. We had just been on the rooftop overlooking Rome, when I gave him a kiss. Why I did I'm not quite sure. Why did I kiss him? My heart was all in a flutter, and I kissed him. I had really appreciated what he had done for me. He is SUCH a good friend, but I'd never thought of him as anything more than that. I mean c'mon, he's Gordo, right? Good ol' Gordo. He's always been there for me. I don't think I realized it until now. He almost got sent home because of me. I feel like I have been blind and selfish just wanted Paolo, Paolo, Paolo.
AL: He IS cute though!
Lizzie says aloud: " . but using poor Gordo."
GORDO's POV
"What did you say, Lizzie?" I asked her. "Oh.nothing Gordo." OK. So Lizzie McGuire had kissed me. Does she like me? Maybe that kiss was my answer, but I just couldn't count on it. I had to ask her. "Lizzie?" I asked. "Yeah, Gordo?" she replied. "Um.I.er.do you um.do you like.um.chicken?" I stupidly asked. I had not gotten up my nerve. "Uh, duh, Gordo. Why?" she asked. "I was um.just making sure." I replied. Oh.stupid Gordo. She probably thinks you're weird. You should've asked her what you really wanted to. Does she like me? Why did she kiss me?
LIZZIE'S POV
What was up with that? Well after all, he IS Gordo.full of surprises. Maybe I should just go along. "Gordo? Do YOU like chicken?" I asked. "Sure," he replied, "it's the greatest." Wow. I feel tongue-tied. After that kiss, I didn't know what to say to Gordo. Maybe he was feeling the same way, because he didn't have much to say either. "Is it possible that he likes me?" I thought to myself again and again. No. That would be weird.
"You look like you are thinking McGuire. Stop worrying your head. What is on your mind?" Kate asked me while she was eating a mouthful of spaghetti. She pulled me aside and asked me that question again. Why was Kate so interested in MY life? "Maybe it has something to do with Gordo," she assumed.
"Uh-maybe. I am really confused right now and I want some time to figure it out. I need a rest. See ya later." I said and walked off. "Oh whatever, Lizzie McGuire! Why don't you trust me? Just one little tiny bit of advice," she said as I was walking off, "remember what I told you at the murder mystery party. About Gordo and all. With recent events, you have forgotten about Gordo. He likes you, Lizzie!"
Could Kate have been telling the truth? I stopped in my tracks and thought for a second. "No. Kate is weird." I thought aloud and then continued on walking to my room. But my final thought that night was about Gordo and the kiss, and what Kate had told me.