Title: Like Nothing Ever Happened
Summary: Post-Rome. Lizzie and Gordo haven't spoken since they got off the plane and its driving Gordo insane. Lizzie is going to certain extents to avoid the person who used to be her best friend. Its confusing them both, and making them both bottle anger deep inside of them. What will happen when one of them can't keep the anger bottled anymore?
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
CHAPTER 1
July 25 (Lizzie's P.O.V.)
July 25. It was now exactly a month since I had talked to Gordo. This had to be some sort of record. I didn't know why I was doing this. I had liked the kiss, and I was pretty sure that Gordo had liked it too. So what was the problem?
I hadn't told a soul what had happened in Rome. And I didn't plan on telling Miranda when she got back from Mexico in a week. I hadn't even told my mom.
I sighed and tried to stop thinking of Gordo. It was hard to do. I liked him. God, did I ever like him. I might've even gone to the extreme of saying that I was in love with him. But it was hard to tell this to a person whom you hadn't spoken to in a month. I heard the phone ring, and had a pretty good idea of who it was that was calling.
"Lizzie." My mom knocked on my door.
"What?" I snapped. It wasn't like me to snap.
"Gordo's on the phone." She said. I sighed.
"Tell him I'm in the shower."
"Lizzie-"
"Mom, just tell him I'm in the shower, alright? I'll call him back later." I could hear my mom sigh.
"Gordo," she said. "Lizzie's in the shower right now, can I have her call you back?" there was a pause. "Alright, kido. Okay. Bye." She said, and I heard her beep out of the conversation with him.
"Thanks mom." My mom walked into my room and sat at the foot of my bed.
"I can't believe that you always make me do that to him. Did something happen in Rome that I don't know about?"
"No, mom. I just don't feel like talking right now."
"Lizzie, the only person you've called since you got back from Rome is your grandmother." My mom said with a smirk. "Tell me why you don't want to talk to Gordo."
"Mom-"
"Tell me," she said. "Or you're grounded for the rest of the summer."
"That's not fair!"
"Neither is what you're doing to Gordo. Now tell me why you aren't speaking to him!" my mom exclaimed. I glared at her. "That glare isn't helping your chances of getting out of this grounding."
"Something happened in Rome." I told her after a moment's hesitation.
"Something like what?"
"Something...something like a kiss." I said, not looking at her.
"You kissed Gordo?!" she exclaimed.
"See, this is exactly why I didn't want to tell you."
"No, no, no! I'm not angry. I'm happy! Aw, my little girl has had her first kiss!"
"It wasn't my first kiss..." I said.
"What?" she said flatly.
"I kissed Ronnie too, Mom."
"That terrible little paper-boy who broke your heart?!"
"He didn't break anything...and that's not the point."
"What is the point?"
"That I kissed my best friend!" I shouted. "I'm ashamed, Mom. Best friends aren't supposed to kiss the way that me and Gordo kissed." My mom didn't say anything to this. She just pursed her lips and looked at my floor.
"Your room is a mess." She said. "Clean it." She made her way for my door, but before she closed it behind her, she put in, "And when you're finished, call Gordo." She then left and went down to the kitchen to make dinner. I sighed and started stuffing all the clothes on my floor into various drawers.
I was finished in about ten minutes. I glared at the phone that was sitting on the table next to my bed. I wasn't going to call him. Not yet.
Summary: Post-Rome. Lizzie and Gordo haven't spoken since they got off the plane and its driving Gordo insane. Lizzie is going to certain extents to avoid the person who used to be her best friend. Its confusing them both, and making them both bottle anger deep inside of them. What will happen when one of them can't keep the anger bottled anymore?
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
CHAPTER 1
July 25 (Lizzie's P.O.V.)
July 25. It was now exactly a month since I had talked to Gordo. This had to be some sort of record. I didn't know why I was doing this. I had liked the kiss, and I was pretty sure that Gordo had liked it too. So what was the problem?
I hadn't told a soul what had happened in Rome. And I didn't plan on telling Miranda when she got back from Mexico in a week. I hadn't even told my mom.
I sighed and tried to stop thinking of Gordo. It was hard to do. I liked him. God, did I ever like him. I might've even gone to the extreme of saying that I was in love with him. But it was hard to tell this to a person whom you hadn't spoken to in a month. I heard the phone ring, and had a pretty good idea of who it was that was calling.
"Lizzie." My mom knocked on my door.
"What?" I snapped. It wasn't like me to snap.
"Gordo's on the phone." She said. I sighed.
"Tell him I'm in the shower."
"Lizzie-"
"Mom, just tell him I'm in the shower, alright? I'll call him back later." I could hear my mom sigh.
"Gordo," she said. "Lizzie's in the shower right now, can I have her call you back?" there was a pause. "Alright, kido. Okay. Bye." She said, and I heard her beep out of the conversation with him.
"Thanks mom." My mom walked into my room and sat at the foot of my bed.
"I can't believe that you always make me do that to him. Did something happen in Rome that I don't know about?"
"No, mom. I just don't feel like talking right now."
"Lizzie, the only person you've called since you got back from Rome is your grandmother." My mom said with a smirk. "Tell me why you don't want to talk to Gordo."
"Mom-"
"Tell me," she said. "Or you're grounded for the rest of the summer."
"That's not fair!"
"Neither is what you're doing to Gordo. Now tell me why you aren't speaking to him!" my mom exclaimed. I glared at her. "That glare isn't helping your chances of getting out of this grounding."
"Something happened in Rome." I told her after a moment's hesitation.
"Something like what?"
"Something...something like a kiss." I said, not looking at her.
"You kissed Gordo?!" she exclaimed.
"See, this is exactly why I didn't want to tell you."
"No, no, no! I'm not angry. I'm happy! Aw, my little girl has had her first kiss!"
"It wasn't my first kiss..." I said.
"What?" she said flatly.
"I kissed Ronnie too, Mom."
"That terrible little paper-boy who broke your heart?!"
"He didn't break anything...and that's not the point."
"What is the point?"
"That I kissed my best friend!" I shouted. "I'm ashamed, Mom. Best friends aren't supposed to kiss the way that me and Gordo kissed." My mom didn't say anything to this. She just pursed her lips and looked at my floor.
"Your room is a mess." She said. "Clean it." She made her way for my door, but before she closed it behind her, she put in, "And when you're finished, call Gordo." She then left and went down to the kitchen to make dinner. I sighed and started stuffing all the clothes on my floor into various drawers.
I was finished in about ten minutes. I glared at the phone that was sitting on the table next to my bed. I wasn't going to call him. Not yet.