Disclaimer: This was originally meant to be a one-shot. But since I received so many reviews, I decided to make it a three-chapter story. ^, ^; Thank you for all the reviews! I've never gotten quite so many. I've always been a G/L fan, even though I barely ever have the chance to watch the show anymore. This is set near the beginning of the show. I hope it's not too horrible. Anyways, I own no copyrighted items. ~.^ ~~Forever3330~~ ^.~

What I Can't Say~~A Lizzie McGuire fanfiction

By Forever3330

Chapter One: Gordo

I don't know why it's so hard. I'm usually so confident. I can usually say what I want to say. What I need to say. But for some reason beyond me I can't say it whenever I'm around you. I can't force the stupid words out of my mouth.

Maybe it's because I'm afraid; afraid of being rejected, of you hating me. Of not being able to even be your friend anymore, not being able to have at least that, the smiles and memories and laughter. Even if it's not what I really want. At least I'm close to you. Able to see you everyday.

But you don't see me. Well, you do. You just don't look close enough to see ME. The me that can't say what I want to say, the me that's jealous when others can say what I want to…the me that hurts, in a way I never really thought possible. You sort of take for granted our friendship, take for granted that that's all I am and all I want: to be your friend.

And for the most part I'm okay…Sort of. I'm near you, and I can see the smile that made my heart tangle itself up into this knot, and made me feel emotions I never really had felt. And I can see your happiness. That's all I want you to be, even if it hurts me; happy. Even if you rejected me, I would still want you to be happy. I would still feel this way. I don't think I can go back. Because the day you first smiled at me was the day my destiny was made.

But I hate it when you're sad. And you seem to be sad or troubled now, more and more often. Mostly because of him. He doesn't seem to notice that you've given your heart to him. He doesn't seem to know that he holds the most precious gift of all. And so he's slowly twisting it, hurting it, unknowingly. Not like he notices much to begin with.

Yet I would trade places with him in a second; even if it meant I was as much of an idiot as him. Only as long as I retained enough intelligence to accept the gift you've given him. Maybe if he were smarter he would accept it. He can't be smart if he doesn't eventually see your heart. But I'm sure he will. He can't possibly have so little a brain that he'll never see it. I think.

So I'll wait here, one foot on the sidelines, and one foot in play. I don't think I'll ever be the player I want to be in this game. But I'll be okay. Or I'll try to give the appearance of being okay. As long as I can see you smile.

"Hey!" You're by your locker, waving, smiling, snapping me out of my thoughts. And narrowly saving me from tripping over a trashcan. Miranda stands beside you, and waves slightly. "Gordo!"

And of course, I'll go over to stand by you, and talk about things that kids our age worry about. Well, girls our age. Sometimes it's a bad thing to be the only boy in our trio. But I enjoy myself all the same, laughing and smiling and joking with my best friend and the girl I can't confess to. Because I love you, Lizzie McGuire.

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^,^; That wasn't TOO horrid, was it? Please review! And don't kill me!