Disclaimer: The characters in this story, unless otherwise noted, all belong to Disney.
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:: Author's Note ::
Wow.. I'm back for another round? You bet'cha!
I'm trying to develop as a writer through my reading, learning the ways authors can captivate their readers. I am hoping that I can weave this tale into one that is better than my last, 'Strands In Your Eyes,' but we'll have to see how well I can put all these things together..
I will say that it is mostly told in Gordo's point of view and how he sees the world around him. I will try to keep the personas of the characters accurate, but you all must remember that these characters will be portrayed in their sophomore year and they may have changed in my book..
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[: Gordo's P.O.V :]
I am a very deep person. Many may suspect it, but much fewer realize its truth.
To the world of Hillridge High, I'm just David Gordon. The quiet, yet sarcastic one. The intense individualist. The guy like a giant brain, only with legs and not in a jar. But the most famous title I hold is one I am proud of: the best friend of the stunning Lizzie McGuire.
Ever since we were born, we've been best friends. In a nut shell, we laughed, cried, and grew together and have become almost inseparable. Our parents have actually made their own little 'joke' of just getting the McGuire home and the Gordon home connected, since we're next-door neighbors and Lizzie and I are always in one of them.
Sadly, we used to be a trio, but our third body moved to Mexico with her family. Poor Miranda.. We were heartbroken to have her leave, but we all insisted that we'd remain friends, just like we'd always been. Still, emails and letters could only go so far..
Since we've begun our sophomore year, Lizzie has been asked out by about seven billion guys, all of which she's turned down because of her junior boyfriend. Jake Tedesco, the one person I am more bitter to than Kate Saunders and her fluffy-poodle posse. Why, you ask? Three words: Elizabeth Brooke McGuire.
My first and only love. My truest passion. My deepest intrigue.
She is the one thing I want and the one thing I can't have.
- -
I had drifted off again, wandering into my own mind as if it were a burrow where I could hide from everything.. Frankly, it was, but it was a retreat I could only take for a few minutes at a time.
Unhappily, I ran my fingers through my unruly curls and involuntarily, my eyes took flight to rest upon the blonde head across the room. Almost as soon as I did so, waves of loose curls were flung aside when Lizzie turned her head to give me a glossy smile. One that she didn't know killed me every time I saw it..
I couldn't help it. My front had been broken by the unattainable.. I gave her one of my lopsided grins before continuing to 'pay attention' to the history teacher.
I knew that everyone could see it. They all knew of my feelings for Lizzie.. I often received looks of pity while walking through the hallways towards her, only to frown in the end when Jake sweeped her up in his arms. Even he knew how I felt about Lizzie, but he ignored it out of his own self-love.
The only one who couldn't see it was her.. She was so sweet, so innocent, so naive. And yet, I love her and would give everything I have just to hold her in my arms with the ability to call her mine.
The bell screamed our dismissal and I gathered my things into my backpack. I stood and was hardly surprised to find Lizzie standing nearby, looking to me expectantly. I looked down at her, recalling the times when she was taller than me, and I couldn't help but chuckle at her shrinking or my growing.
"Hey, Gordo.. What's shakin'?" Lizzie asked me with a little shove as we walked to our lockers.
I didn't answer and she seemed to realize my silence, because she shoved me again. I shook my head, my curls becoming even more out of order, in an attempt to wake myself up. "I'm just fine, McGuire.."
When we stopped at our lockers, which were side-by-side, she paused a moment and arranged some of my stray curls with the gentle love and care that was so natural to her. I felt a small smile come to my face before we turned the knobs on our lockers to enter our combinations; an activity that was an opportunity for silence.
"Gordo? You want to come over?" I heard Lizzie ask abruptly when I was fishing my chemistry book out of my backpack to place it in my locker.
I side-eyed her suspiciously. "I thought you were spending time with Jake?"
"Oh... He can't make our little homework date and I figured that I needed a little time with my bestest buddy." She seemed a little sad about his absence, but cheered up near the end.
My heart leapt. Finally, a day without me feeling like a tagalong. Just the two of us..
"Sure, McGuire.. I'd love to."
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:: Author's Note ::
Wow.. I'm back for another round? You bet'cha!
I'm trying to develop as a writer through my reading, learning the ways authors can captivate their readers. I am hoping that I can weave this tale into one that is better than my last, 'Strands In Your Eyes,' but we'll have to see how well I can put all these things together..
I will say that it is mostly told in Gordo's point of view and how he sees the world around him. I will try to keep the personas of the characters accurate, but you all must remember that these characters will be portrayed in their sophomore year and they may have changed in my book..
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[: Gordo's P.O.V :]
I am a very deep person. Many may suspect it, but much fewer realize its truth.
To the world of Hillridge High, I'm just David Gordon. The quiet, yet sarcastic one. The intense individualist. The guy like a giant brain, only with legs and not in a jar. But the most famous title I hold is one I am proud of: the best friend of the stunning Lizzie McGuire.
Ever since we were born, we've been best friends. In a nut shell, we laughed, cried, and grew together and have become almost inseparable. Our parents have actually made their own little 'joke' of just getting the McGuire home and the Gordon home connected, since we're next-door neighbors and Lizzie and I are always in one of them.
Sadly, we used to be a trio, but our third body moved to Mexico with her family. Poor Miranda.. We were heartbroken to have her leave, but we all insisted that we'd remain friends, just like we'd always been. Still, emails and letters could only go so far..
Since we've begun our sophomore year, Lizzie has been asked out by about seven billion guys, all of which she's turned down because of her junior boyfriend. Jake Tedesco, the one person I am more bitter to than Kate Saunders and her fluffy-poodle posse. Why, you ask? Three words: Elizabeth Brooke McGuire.
My first and only love. My truest passion. My deepest intrigue.
She is the one thing I want and the one thing I can't have.
- -
I had drifted off again, wandering into my own mind as if it were a burrow where I could hide from everything.. Frankly, it was, but it was a retreat I could only take for a few minutes at a time.
Unhappily, I ran my fingers through my unruly curls and involuntarily, my eyes took flight to rest upon the blonde head across the room. Almost as soon as I did so, waves of loose curls were flung aside when Lizzie turned her head to give me a glossy smile. One that she didn't know killed me every time I saw it..
I couldn't help it. My front had been broken by the unattainable.. I gave her one of my lopsided grins before continuing to 'pay attention' to the history teacher.
I knew that everyone could see it. They all knew of my feelings for Lizzie.. I often received looks of pity while walking through the hallways towards her, only to frown in the end when Jake sweeped her up in his arms. Even he knew how I felt about Lizzie, but he ignored it out of his own self-love.
The only one who couldn't see it was her.. She was so sweet, so innocent, so naive. And yet, I love her and would give everything I have just to hold her in my arms with the ability to call her mine.
The bell screamed our dismissal and I gathered my things into my backpack. I stood and was hardly surprised to find Lizzie standing nearby, looking to me expectantly. I looked down at her, recalling the times when she was taller than me, and I couldn't help but chuckle at her shrinking or my growing.
"Hey, Gordo.. What's shakin'?" Lizzie asked me with a little shove as we walked to our lockers.
I didn't answer and she seemed to realize my silence, because she shoved me again. I shook my head, my curls becoming even more out of order, in an attempt to wake myself up. "I'm just fine, McGuire.."
When we stopped at our lockers, which were side-by-side, she paused a moment and arranged some of my stray curls with the gentle love and care that was so natural to her. I felt a small smile come to my face before we turned the knobs on our lockers to enter our combinations; an activity that was an opportunity for silence.
"Gordo? You want to come over?" I heard Lizzie ask abruptly when I was fishing my chemistry book out of my backpack to place it in my locker.
I side-eyed her suspiciously. "I thought you were spending time with Jake?"
"Oh... He can't make our little homework date and I figured that I needed a little time with my bestest buddy." She seemed a little sad about his absence, but cheered up near the end.
My heart leapt. Finally, a day without me feeling like a tagalong. Just the two of us..
"Sure, McGuire.. I'd love to."