1 No One Needs To Know
Devilchild211
Angst
PG-13
Warnings: GORDO ANGST (not well written though *rolls eyes* I know pathetic)
Author's Notes
I don't own Lizzie Mcguire, DUH!!! PLEASE REVIEW, I mean I just began as you could probably tell so I NEED IDEAS!! This fic is Gordo self centered, not really sad but a sad insight on Gordo's life at home that's never shown.
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"Gordo! What happened to you!" Gordo looked up & saw Lizzie rushing towards him at the bus stop in a pair of black jeans & a jean jacket her hair blonde white hair up in a high pony tale. They were finally out of middle school & now in high school in 10th grade. So much had changed, even the two of them, Miranda was just a nice friend, no longer best. Gordo & Lizzie were a hot item, it surprised them but everyone else expected it, even Miranda. Lizzie lifted a hand & tenderly touched his black & blue bruised cheek. Gordo grimaced from the slight pain & she noticed & snatched her hand back. "What happened?" Lizzie looking at him, her crystal blue full concerned, Gordo thought back to the night before at home. God he hated it there.
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Gordo woke from his peaceful worry free slumber to the sudden squeal of tires & the slam of the front door. Heavy threatening footsteps stormed up the stairs, Gordo paled, praying that his father hadn't had another fight with Gordo's mother as he pulled on jeans & a tee shirt. His parents had been divorced for a year now & they were constantly at each other's throats, his father had won his custody over after his mother had decided to move, his father sounded mad, every second he was getting closer. Gordo wished with all his might every night that his mother would show up one day with a legal document stating that she had won custody over him. God he hated it here in this damned hous-his angry thoughts were interrupted by bedroom door being slammed open.
His father glared at him with his dark angry green eyes, Gordo had inherited his mother's eyes, one of the many things his father hated about him. His father flicked on the light & sat down across from Gordo at his desk. "Your mother & me had a talk." Gordo stared numbly the conversations always started like this. "Your mother is getting remarried." Gordo almost snorted, his father had been divorced, remarried & divorced & was remarried & on his third marriage right now all in a single year, yet he was jealous. "Your mother's a whore." His father hissed at his son. Gordo felt his temper flaring, yet he kept quiet. "You're the name thing aren't you." His father suddenly said. Gordo didn't say anything, it was so ironic Gordo thought to himself, 'That you go & pamper & talk to poor pathetic adults who were neglected, insulted, or abused when they were children but here you are, when you get home, doing the same to your fucked up only child.' "You're just like that bitch. That girl, Lizzie I believe you called her, what's you relationship with her?" he asked icily getting up looking down on his son who was sitting on the side of his bed.
"She's my girlfriend." He stated.
*crack* Gordo felt his head slam into the headboard on his bed from the force behind the blow, "Is that so?" his father hissed "You disgust me, you're just like your mother, a whore." Suddenly Gordo let lose, perhaps it was a brave move or more likely, a stupid one that he always seem to do some time during the conversations with his father. His father always seemed to know the exact buttons to push. Gordo jumped up, "She's a whore?! Look at you, you're in your fuckin third marriage! You're the one that's a whore, you son of a Bitch!" His father face flushed angrily & he grabbed his son's arm & slammed him into the wall. Gordo lashed out back, punching his father in the chest & upper-cutting him under the chin. His father was on the ground & staring up at his son, Gordo backed away afraid he had truly hurt his father.
That is until he suddenly felt himself thrown across the room into the wall. He felt himself being pulled up by an arm, & punched in the face slamming him back & a fist landing repeatedly in his stomach, Gordo reeled back from the sudden blows, he grabbed his stomach kneeling over when his father finally let go. "You're a worthless piece of shit." His father spat at him. Gordo looked up, hatred surrounded him. His father grabbed his collar, "You're a worthless piece of trash, aren't you?" Gordo felt humiliated, his father always did this. His father shook him, "Aren't you!?" Gordo nodded, his cheeks red from shame. His father let go & left his only child sprawled on the ground. His father looked back down at him without remorse, kicking him one last time for good measures, leaving the room, slamming the door. Like some many times he's done before.
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"Nothing, I just ran into a wall." He grinned at her sheepishly running a hand though his thick black brown hair his eyes gray eyes twinkling with laugher, ironic laugher. She laughed, "And you're the supposed genius out of the group." She joked, "Yet always seem to be the one running to things at home." She said sounding serious & looking suspicious for moment, just a moment I thought I saw it in her crystal blue eyes. "Yeah." I repeated weakly with a soft chuckle, "yeah." Lizzie was so sweet to me, my childhood friend, so innocent, so kind, so free. I would make sure she would never have to know or experience this I vowed. God knows that she never needs to know. No one needs to know.
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REVIEW NOW!! I'm not sure how well I am at angst so I should know if I should continue writing these types of fics. Oh yeah, I was wondering, write more for the story or what? I think it's better just leaving it here. BUT I NEED IDEAS FROM ALL OF YA!!!
Devilchild211
Angst
PG-13
Warnings: GORDO ANGST (not well written though *rolls eyes* I know pathetic)
Author's Notes
I don't own Lizzie Mcguire, DUH!!! PLEASE REVIEW, I mean I just began as you could probably tell so I NEED IDEAS!! This fic is Gordo self centered, not really sad but a sad insight on Gordo's life at home that's never shown.
*****
"Gordo! What happened to you!" Gordo looked up & saw Lizzie rushing towards him at the bus stop in a pair of black jeans & a jean jacket her hair blonde white hair up in a high pony tale. They were finally out of middle school & now in high school in 10th grade. So much had changed, even the two of them, Miranda was just a nice friend, no longer best. Gordo & Lizzie were a hot item, it surprised them but everyone else expected it, even Miranda. Lizzie lifted a hand & tenderly touched his black & blue bruised cheek. Gordo grimaced from the slight pain & she noticed & snatched her hand back. "What happened?" Lizzie looking at him, her crystal blue full concerned, Gordo thought back to the night before at home. God he hated it there.
*****
Gordo woke from his peaceful worry free slumber to the sudden squeal of tires & the slam of the front door. Heavy threatening footsteps stormed up the stairs, Gordo paled, praying that his father hadn't had another fight with Gordo's mother as he pulled on jeans & a tee shirt. His parents had been divorced for a year now & they were constantly at each other's throats, his father had won his custody over after his mother had decided to move, his father sounded mad, every second he was getting closer. Gordo wished with all his might every night that his mother would show up one day with a legal document stating that she had won custody over him. God he hated it here in this damned hous-his angry thoughts were interrupted by bedroom door being slammed open.
His father glared at him with his dark angry green eyes, Gordo had inherited his mother's eyes, one of the many things his father hated about him. His father flicked on the light & sat down across from Gordo at his desk. "Your mother & me had a talk." Gordo stared numbly the conversations always started like this. "Your mother is getting remarried." Gordo almost snorted, his father had been divorced, remarried & divorced & was remarried & on his third marriage right now all in a single year, yet he was jealous. "Your mother's a whore." His father hissed at his son. Gordo felt his temper flaring, yet he kept quiet. "You're the name thing aren't you." His father suddenly said. Gordo didn't say anything, it was so ironic Gordo thought to himself, 'That you go & pamper & talk to poor pathetic adults who were neglected, insulted, or abused when they were children but here you are, when you get home, doing the same to your fucked up only child.' "You're just like that bitch. That girl, Lizzie I believe you called her, what's you relationship with her?" he asked icily getting up looking down on his son who was sitting on the side of his bed.
"She's my girlfriend." He stated.
*crack* Gordo felt his head slam into the headboard on his bed from the force behind the blow, "Is that so?" his father hissed "You disgust me, you're just like your mother, a whore." Suddenly Gordo let lose, perhaps it was a brave move or more likely, a stupid one that he always seem to do some time during the conversations with his father. His father always seemed to know the exact buttons to push. Gordo jumped up, "She's a whore?! Look at you, you're in your fuckin third marriage! You're the one that's a whore, you son of a Bitch!" His father face flushed angrily & he grabbed his son's arm & slammed him into the wall. Gordo lashed out back, punching his father in the chest & upper-cutting him under the chin. His father was on the ground & staring up at his son, Gordo backed away afraid he had truly hurt his father.
That is until he suddenly felt himself thrown across the room into the wall. He felt himself being pulled up by an arm, & punched in the face slamming him back & a fist landing repeatedly in his stomach, Gordo reeled back from the sudden blows, he grabbed his stomach kneeling over when his father finally let go. "You're a worthless piece of shit." His father spat at him. Gordo looked up, hatred surrounded him. His father grabbed his collar, "You're a worthless piece of trash, aren't you?" Gordo felt humiliated, his father always did this. His father shook him, "Aren't you!?" Gordo nodded, his cheeks red from shame. His father let go & left his only child sprawled on the ground. His father looked back down at him without remorse, kicking him one last time for good measures, leaving the room, slamming the door. Like some many times he's done before.
*****
"Nothing, I just ran into a wall." He grinned at her sheepishly running a hand though his thick black brown hair his eyes gray eyes twinkling with laugher, ironic laugher. She laughed, "And you're the supposed genius out of the group." She joked, "Yet always seem to be the one running to things at home." She said sounding serious & looking suspicious for moment, just a moment I thought I saw it in her crystal blue eyes. "Yeah." I repeated weakly with a soft chuckle, "yeah." Lizzie was so sweet to me, my childhood friend, so innocent, so kind, so free. I would make sure she would never have to know or experience this I vowed. God knows that she never needs to know. No one needs to know.
*****
REVIEW NOW!! I'm not sure how well I am at angst so I should know if I should continue writing these types of fics. Oh yeah, I was wondering, write more for the story or what? I think it's better just leaving it here. BUT I NEED IDEAS FROM ALL OF YA!!!