After Rome
A/N: I liked the movie so much that I thought that I'd write a sequel. Takes place right after Lizzie and Gordo get down from the roof.
Chapter 1: At the Party
"Um... Lizzie?" I have to go to the bathroom." Gordo said, letting go of my hand.
Animated Lizzie: And the award for worst timing goes to-
"Sure." I said. I walked up to Isabella, who now took the place of my parents on the black leather couch.
I pushed through the crowd. "Uh... do you think you could escape the wrath of the press for a moment? It's an emergency!" I yelled over the noise.
Isabella got up and told the media that she needed to get her makeup redone. We walked to an unoccupied corner.
"What's the emergency?" She asked in her Italian accent.
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out at first. I took a deep breath and let it all out.
"What do you do when the guy who is supposed to be your best friend likes you as more than a friend, and you might maybe like him as more than a friend, too, and then you kiss him?"
"WHAT!?" Isabella exclaimed.
"I said-"
"No, no. I get it. But you *kissed* him!?
"Uh, yes."
Animated Lizzie: Is that some sort of crime?
"Wow. That is *so* sweet. It's so amazing... so what I said paid off?" Isabella looked at me as if I had just won the Nobel Peace Prize.
"What did you say?"
"You know, that whole thing about how you didn't believe a guy who you've known since the day you were born, who cared so much about you, and sacrificed his whole trip for you, but you believed a guy who you'd known for what, two days, and said 'you shine from the light of the sun'?"
"Oh, that. Well, actually, it was what Kate said. She told me that he liked me a long time ago, I guess I just realized it now."
"Oh... who's Kate?"
"Just somebody who wasn't very nice to me."
Animated Lizzie: That must be the understatement of the year.
"Hey, you never answered my question."
"Oh, that. I don't know what you should do... I'm a singer, not an advice columnist. But all I can say is that you've picked that right boy, Lizzie. Just... how do you Americans say it... go with the flow."
"But I didn't pick anyone... he's my best friend!" I protested.
"Then why did you kiss him, Lizzie? Think about it. You are in denial."
"Um, okay. Thanks... I think."
"You are very welcome." Isabella returns to the media, leaving me very confused.
Someone taps me on the shoulder.
I spin around. "Gordo?"
"Hey. Want to dance?" he asks.
"But there's no music!"
A soft familiar tune drifts over the crowd.
*"Have you ever seen such a beautiful night..."*
"There is now."
I gasped lightly, and soon my arms are around Gordo's neck. His hands are holding my waist, and I felt a feeling I had never felt before. (A/N: Think back to 'Just Friends', at the end, when they are dancing.)
My blood was warm, and I felt tingly inside. I couldn't identify it, but I knew I didn't want it to end.
A/N: I liked the movie so much that I thought that I'd write a sequel. Takes place right after Lizzie and Gordo get down from the roof.
Chapter 1: At the Party
"Um... Lizzie?" I have to go to the bathroom." Gordo said, letting go of my hand.
Animated Lizzie: And the award for worst timing goes to-
"Sure." I said. I walked up to Isabella, who now took the place of my parents on the black leather couch.
I pushed through the crowd. "Uh... do you think you could escape the wrath of the press for a moment? It's an emergency!" I yelled over the noise.
Isabella got up and told the media that she needed to get her makeup redone. We walked to an unoccupied corner.
"What's the emergency?" She asked in her Italian accent.
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out at first. I took a deep breath and let it all out.
"What do you do when the guy who is supposed to be your best friend likes you as more than a friend, and you might maybe like him as more than a friend, too, and then you kiss him?"
"WHAT!?" Isabella exclaimed.
"I said-"
"No, no. I get it. But you *kissed* him!?
"Uh, yes."
Animated Lizzie: Is that some sort of crime?
"Wow. That is *so* sweet. It's so amazing... so what I said paid off?" Isabella looked at me as if I had just won the Nobel Peace Prize.
"What did you say?"
"You know, that whole thing about how you didn't believe a guy who you've known since the day you were born, who cared so much about you, and sacrificed his whole trip for you, but you believed a guy who you'd known for what, two days, and said 'you shine from the light of the sun'?"
"Oh, that. Well, actually, it was what Kate said. She told me that he liked me a long time ago, I guess I just realized it now."
"Oh... who's Kate?"
"Just somebody who wasn't very nice to me."
Animated Lizzie: That must be the understatement of the year.
"Hey, you never answered my question."
"Oh, that. I don't know what you should do... I'm a singer, not an advice columnist. But all I can say is that you've picked that right boy, Lizzie. Just... how do you Americans say it... go with the flow."
"But I didn't pick anyone... he's my best friend!" I protested.
"Then why did you kiss him, Lizzie? Think about it. You are in denial."
"Um, okay. Thanks... I think."
"You are very welcome." Isabella returns to the media, leaving me very confused.
Someone taps me on the shoulder.
I spin around. "Gordo?"
"Hey. Want to dance?" he asks.
"But there's no music!"
A soft familiar tune drifts over the crowd.
*"Have you ever seen such a beautiful night..."*
"There is now."
I gasped lightly, and soon my arms are around Gordo's neck. His hands are holding my waist, and I felt a feeling I had never felt before. (A/N: Think back to 'Just Friends', at the end, when they are dancing.)
My blood was warm, and I felt tingly inside. I couldn't identify it, but I knew I didn't want it to end.