I don't own Lizzie Mcguire.
It's been two weeks since Lizzie and the gang went back from Italy. David Gordon, Lizzie's best friend couldn't be any happier. After all the adventures that they've went through: meeting Lizzie's Italian superstar "twin", almost falling for her bogus singing partner and singing at the prestigious Italian Music awards, but it all ended up to one thing and that one thing was worth it all. The KISS.
The kiss, Gordo thought, lying on his bed. It was already two in the morning but nothing seems to keep his eyes closed. That night was their fourth date as lovers and Gordo was still ecstatic about it. It's just so good to be true.
Gordo grinned, remembering the times when he was confused about himself and his feelings for Lizzie.
There was that idiotic paperboy Ronny, who broke Lizzie's heart. That was a real eye-opener for Gordo. Weird uncertainty grew inside his throat when he saw them kissed. Unable to sleep that night, he realized that he was jealous. Really, really jealous. After two days, he found her at the library weeping. He knew it. He knew it all along. Ronny is a jerk. He tried to console her by telling her how stupid Ronny was for messing around with a good girl like her. Lizzie knew that it was true but she didn't know how much it affected Gordo. He was unable to believe about it himself. This is true, Gordo thought that time, this is true and it feels good. And bad. Stuttering, he almost said that he was jealous, but he stood up just in time to say "nothing" when she asked what's wrong. Gordo chuckled. And what about Ethan Craft. What about him? He never thought that he was going to be the one to answer the biggest question in his life. What was that word? Oh yes, "THE STING". Gordo chuckled again. He recalled those times when Lizzie and Miranda were practically going insane over him and how it makes him throw up. He wondered if he was jealous of those times. No. It was just impossible for Ethan to be with Lizzie. Just impossible… and ridiculously funny. But none of those matter now. Now it was just him, Lizzie and the kiss.
The kiss, he thought again. Now that they're together there will be more of that. And more than that. He grinned again only now with a vestige of naughtiness. All they've ever done were kissing, holding hands and sitting closer than usual. He was not too happy of the fact that Lizzie was a still uncomfortable with those things. Give her a little time. But it was unbearable. Now that they're together, her sweet apple scent almost drives him in a hormone-filled sexual urgency. It was hard for him. And IT is HARD as he thought about it now.
With his hand on his loverod, he decided to relieve himself in the bathroom before finally going to sleep.