Hey there, this is kind of like the other Romeo and Juliet stories but not really. I love L/G fics.
Please read and review! I also have other fics out so read them too!
Peaches n pears
That's Why It's Called Romance
Chapter 1 . . . Dreaming of Him
Elizabeth "Lizzie" McGuire sighed and leaned her blonde head against her cold, metal locker. (Think, think, damn it) her fingers traced a bruise at her hair line and she groaned. Kate Saunders had struck again, this time in Lit Class.
"Estas Bien chica?" her best friend Miranda questioned from just behind her, dark hair cropped to her chin and her red, plaid skirt a little too short for the dress code.
"Yes Rands, I'm fine!" Lizzie turned to stare at her Mexican friend and gave her a weak smile. "I just happened to trip in lit class and hit my head on a desk, no biggie." She let her brown eyes sweep the floor, as if it could back up her lie.
"As klutzy as you are Lizzie, you can't lie to save your life." Miranda bent down until her almost black eyes were staring into her friend's brown ones.
"It's nothing, really!" Lizzie met her friend's eyes for an instant before opening the locker to retrieve her books.
"Lizzie-" Miranda started threateningly before another familiar figure appeared.
Lizzie took one; vans clad foot and kicked Miranda in the shin, hard. Yelping, the dark haired girl gripped her leg and hopped around the hallway, causing other students to rush out of her way to avoid collision.
"Hey Gordo," Lizzie rushed, jamming a hat onto her head to keep Gordo from noticing her bruise. She winced slightly as the brim slid over the sensitive, blue skin and turned it into a grin when she noticed her other friend's concerned look.
"Lizzie what happened?" He reached out a tentative hand and pulled the baseball cap off of her head. Gordo's eyes grew wide and immediately went to the bruise on her temple.
Liz opened her mouth to give him the same lie she'd fed Miranda but Gordo gave her a warning look, "Don't tell me you tripped McG, because even you aren't clumsy enough to trip every single day, in every class." She stared at the floor, avoiding his eyes and swallowed around a lump in her throat. She scuffed the toe of her gray and pink sneaker across the floor and blushed.
"Hey Lizzie, is your head feeling better? That was a nasty fall you had in Lit." a fake, sugary voice saved the girl an answer.
Gordo turned around and pulled his left hand out of the pocket in his baggy jeans. He was standing face to face with Kate Saunders. Her overdone makeup paired with her trademark smirk was enough to send anyone running, but Gordo just stared down at her and raised a threatening eyebrow.
She glanced up into his hate-filled blue eyes and faltered. "I'll talk to you later Loozie!" she spat before hurrying down the hall on her way to cheerleading practice.
"Chica, what just happened?" Miranda was staring at Gordo, his right hand still gently caressing the new bruise. "Did Kate give you that bruise?" Gordo tilted Lizzie's head up till her brown eyes were meeting his, and tried to look into her soul.
A tear teetered on the edge of her mascara clad, lash and she let it slowly tumble down her silky smooth cheek and onto his hand. Each tear felt like acid, burning a hole in Gordo's flesh but he didn't care. Pulling her to him, he gently brushed her tears away and kissed her eyelids.
"Lizzie, you can't let her do this, you have to get revenge," Miranda was beginning to rant, totally oblivious to the fact that despite the fact that Lizzie wasn't listening to her, half the hallway was. "You- you-" Lizzie opened her eyes to stare at Miranda, still leaning her head on Gordo's chest.
"There's nothing I can do, Kate's won, she's more popular than me, has more friends than me, and anything I do will backfire." Her voice trembled. Lizzie was starting to feel dizzy. It was Friday and she just wanted to go home.
"Well the snot-faced snot-head will have to stop abusing you when you play the lead role in our school play!" Miranda was staring at the wall opposite where a large poster was hanging.
Romeo and Juliet: two star-crossed lovers.
Tryouts Monday after school.
Below the notice was a stack of scripts and a sign up sheet. Lizzie just stared.
"Miranda, I don't think that I can play the lead, Kate's trying out and I won't stand a chance, I'll probably get stage fright or something and freeze up during auditions." Gordo shook his head and nodded at Miranda to grab a script.
"We'll help with your lines, you can do it Lizzie, here listen," he cleared his throat before reading from a random page he had opened to,
"Tis thy name that is my enemy. Thou art thyself, though not a Montague. What's Montague? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What's in a name? That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet."
He stopped his reading and glanced at the girl wrapped in his embrace.
"How could you not want to read that with Ethan Craft?" Gordo laughed at his own joke but Lizzie noticed that the smile never fully reached his eyes.
"I have read that with Ethan before and it wasn't what I'd call romantic! Unless you count the fact that I did meet Frankie Muniz then!"
Miranda giggled, "Come on girl, you would so whoop Kate and then you and Mr. Romeo can dance off into the sunset and we can throw bundles of flower, and sing, and-" Gordo interrupted her.
"Push Kate off a cliff,-" Lizzie playfully shoved away from him and grabbed the script.
"All right I'll do it but you better practice with me David Zephyr Gordon." She ruffled his hair and grabbed her backpack. (I'd better start practicing now) she thought, (if I'm ever gonna learn these lines by opening night!)
Gordo crunched on another pretzel and held a book in one hand, while staring at the beautiful girl sitting at the counter next to him.
"Umm-" she was struggling with a line in the Act 1 Scene 5. Romeo and Juliet were supposed to be first meeting and Gordo thought it a good idea if her audition were different than everybody else's.
His eyes flicked across the book before he looked at her again and smiled.
"You can use your script Liz, you just got it!" he laughed, "let's start again."
Lizzie nodded and Gordo smiled, (I hope she can't read my true feelings in this!) he thought before starting his first line.
"If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss." Gordo felt his breath hitch when Lizzie's musical voice replied immediately.
"Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, Which mannerly devotion shows in this; for saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmer's kiss." She gazed into his eyes and reached for Gordo's hand, weaving their fingers together.
"Have not saint's lips, and holy palmers too?"
"Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer."
Gordo smiled and scooted a little closer to Lizzie before continuing with the next line.
"O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray: grant thou, lest faith turn to despair."
"Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake."
"Then move not while my prayer's effect I take." Gordo didn't know what came over him; he just leaned forward and gently brushed Lizzie's lips with his. "Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged." Gordo was glad to see Liz follow with her next line, the only question from herself, was in her eyes.
"Then have my lips, the sin that they have took" they both stood, knowing what came next.
"Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again."
Gordo put his book on the table before leaning in and giving her a soft kiss on the mouth. Lizzie dropped her script on the floor as her arms encircled his neck, bringing him even closer. Gordo wrapped his arms around her waist and felt her run her tongue across his mouth. Surprised, he opened his mouth and let Lizzie weave her tongue around his. They broke apart for lack of air, and fear darted across the blank screen of Lizzie's eyes.
"Oh my God! I have to go, I'll talk to you on Monday!" she dashed for the door, leaving her open script on the kitchen tile
The door slammed and Gordo leaned back onto his stool. He shouldn't have done that, he let his emotions get the better of him and he could never take it back.
Lizzie flopped down and picked up her purple nokia to call Miranda. The line was busy with meant that someone in the Sanchez house was online. Sighing, she pummeled the power button on her I-MAC. Signing onto her screen name suckerforromance19 she noticed the Miranda was also signed onto her screen name spicychica19.
Suckerforromace19: hey randa.
Spicychica19: hola chika
Spicychica19: what's on your mind?
Lizzie thought for a moment, but now that she considered what had happened, she had no urge to talk to Miranda about that "accidental" kiss! Not just a kiss though, a FRENCH kiss!
Suckerforromance19: o nothing! C ya tomorrow!
Spicychica19: kk, bye!
Suckerforromance19 has signed off.
Lizzie turned off her computer and shut her eyes. A deep, uneasy sleep encompapssed her and she started to dream.
A curly headed boy appeared, his head was turned away from her but her heart started to flip flop and the sight of his back. He turned around and a familiar set of eyes looked into hers. Gasping, Lizzie sat up fast and covered her hand with her mouth. It was impossible but she had been dreaming about Gordo.
Hey guys! I'm writing this fic about Romeo and Juliet cuz it's a perfect way for Lizzie and Gordo to hook up!
Pleeze review! it'll motivate me!