Disclaimer: I don't own Lizzie McGuire or any of the characters from it! I do own this disclaimer, however. Mwahahaha! P.S. This story is in Gordo's point of view...unless I decide to change it. Hopefully not, because that means I would need to retype it and re-upload, because I hate it when stories start out in one point of view and then switch to another in the middle. I find that confusing. Anyways, on with the show!
*~*One*~*
((Gordo's Thoughts))
Okay. First off, I don't need to front about this. I'll admit. I killed my best friend. Metaphorically speaking, of course. The person that I am is horrible enough without adding 'homicidal maniac.'
I have two best friends. Lizzie McGuire and Miranda Sanchez. I feel a closer connection with Lizzie, because I get the feeling that she understands me better than Miranda does. Unfortunately, I think I blew that connection. I hurt Lizzie more than anyone could ever imagine. On purpose, no less.
I told Kate Sanders (who also happens to be our ex-best friend) Lizzie's biggest secret. I never should have let anything slip. We're sophomores now, and the rumor mill is up and running as it never has before. No one is safe from its wrath.
Not only was Lizzie more than shocked when she discovered that the whole school knew this huge secret, but she was completely devastated when she learned that her present and future social life had been burned at the stake at the hands of me, her best friend, Gordo. I'm not completely clear on why I told Kate in the first place, except that I was angry at Lizzie for something that seems trivial now.
Ever since her secret was spread over Hillridge High, Lizzie has withdrawn, speaking only when she has to, never raising her hand in class, never standing up for what she believes in anymore. Of course, she never talks to me, the source of her pain, and she eats lunch alone now. Miranda just...gave up on her.
It's been three weeks since it happened, and Lizzie still has no one. I want to reach out to her, comfort her in some way, but I don't know if that is possible. I love Lizzie, you see. Not necessarily in the way I used to, but damn it, I still love that girl. The Lizzie that I was in love with was vibrant, colorful, and full of life. The Lizzie I see now is only a shell of what she used to be. She has the same face, hair, and voice, even though all are dull and for the most part, lifeless. I know, I have no right to complain, but I miss her. I want the old Lizzie back.
Since she stopped hanging out with Lizzie, Miranda hasn't even cast a glance in my direction. Surprisingly, she's begun walking around with Kate and Ethan Craft, pushing herself into the popular crowd. I have to admit, it doesn't really bother me, since I lost my respect for her quite a while ago, when she went to Danny Kessler's pool party without Lizzie and became "Randa" for a week. I discovered that I was closer to Lizzie than Miranda, because I was the one who helped Lizzie tie-dye her sheets, and I was the one that made her smile that day. Miranda was at the pool party, all by herself, listening to Kate whine about her allergic reaction.
I never meant for it to end up this way. I wish I could go up to Lizzie, and tell her that. In my fantasy she would hug me and tell me that she forgave me, and everything would be the same as it was. Or maybe even better than it was. Wait...what was that? Where did that come from? Oh, well. I'm not going to worry about it, because the task at hand is what I need to worry about.
There's this thing...we planned it two months ago, before any of this happened. We were all happy as clams, the three of us. And now I'm surprised that Lizzie didn't tell her mom that the whole thing was off, but well, she doesn't really talk much these days. Boy, this is going to be uncomfortable. I'm going with Lizzie and her family, driving halfway across the state to her uncle's camp for two weeks. Matt isn't going, because he's allergic to pine trees. Poor kid. Miranda isn't included in the plans either, because her grandfather's birthday is the day after we leave. I bet it just breaks her heart that she can't come along.
School gets out next week, and we leave the week after that, so unfortunately, we don't get to miss any school. The camp is very secluded, so I hear, and it's near a lake. There's a television set, but no phone. I hope I can make Lizzie feel better, and try to get her to forgive me while we're there. We'll have lots of time alone, I hope. I don't think Mr. and Mrs. McGuire know anything that happened, so I guess we'll just have to try and suck it up, and act "normal" around them, whatever "normal" is anymore. I'm going to dive headfirst into this one, because I don't know any other way to do it.
*~*One*~*
((Gordo's Thoughts))
Okay. First off, I don't need to front about this. I'll admit. I killed my best friend. Metaphorically speaking, of course. The person that I am is horrible enough without adding 'homicidal maniac.'
I have two best friends. Lizzie McGuire and Miranda Sanchez. I feel a closer connection with Lizzie, because I get the feeling that she understands me better than Miranda does. Unfortunately, I think I blew that connection. I hurt Lizzie more than anyone could ever imagine. On purpose, no less.
I told Kate Sanders (who also happens to be our ex-best friend) Lizzie's biggest secret. I never should have let anything slip. We're sophomores now, and the rumor mill is up and running as it never has before. No one is safe from its wrath.
Not only was Lizzie more than shocked when she discovered that the whole school knew this huge secret, but she was completely devastated when she learned that her present and future social life had been burned at the stake at the hands of me, her best friend, Gordo. I'm not completely clear on why I told Kate in the first place, except that I was angry at Lizzie for something that seems trivial now.
Ever since her secret was spread over Hillridge High, Lizzie has withdrawn, speaking only when she has to, never raising her hand in class, never standing up for what she believes in anymore. Of course, she never talks to me, the source of her pain, and she eats lunch alone now. Miranda just...gave up on her.
It's been three weeks since it happened, and Lizzie still has no one. I want to reach out to her, comfort her in some way, but I don't know if that is possible. I love Lizzie, you see. Not necessarily in the way I used to, but damn it, I still love that girl. The Lizzie that I was in love with was vibrant, colorful, and full of life. The Lizzie I see now is only a shell of what she used to be. She has the same face, hair, and voice, even though all are dull and for the most part, lifeless. I know, I have no right to complain, but I miss her. I want the old Lizzie back.
Since she stopped hanging out with Lizzie, Miranda hasn't even cast a glance in my direction. Surprisingly, she's begun walking around with Kate and Ethan Craft, pushing herself into the popular crowd. I have to admit, it doesn't really bother me, since I lost my respect for her quite a while ago, when she went to Danny Kessler's pool party without Lizzie and became "Randa" for a week. I discovered that I was closer to Lizzie than Miranda, because I was the one who helped Lizzie tie-dye her sheets, and I was the one that made her smile that day. Miranda was at the pool party, all by herself, listening to Kate whine about her allergic reaction.
I never meant for it to end up this way. I wish I could go up to Lizzie, and tell her that. In my fantasy she would hug me and tell me that she forgave me, and everything would be the same as it was. Or maybe even better than it was. Wait...what was that? Where did that come from? Oh, well. I'm not going to worry about it, because the task at hand is what I need to worry about.
There's this thing...we planned it two months ago, before any of this happened. We were all happy as clams, the three of us. And now I'm surprised that Lizzie didn't tell her mom that the whole thing was off, but well, she doesn't really talk much these days. Boy, this is going to be uncomfortable. I'm going with Lizzie and her family, driving halfway across the state to her uncle's camp for two weeks. Matt isn't going, because he's allergic to pine trees. Poor kid. Miranda isn't included in the plans either, because her grandfather's birthday is the day after we leave. I bet it just breaks her heart that she can't come along.
School gets out next week, and we leave the week after that, so unfortunately, we don't get to miss any school. The camp is very secluded, so I hear, and it's near a lake. There's a television set, but no phone. I hope I can make Lizzie feel better, and try to get her to forgive me while we're there. We'll have lots of time alone, I hope. I don't think Mr. and Mrs. McGuire know anything that happened, so I guess we'll just have to try and suck it up, and act "normal" around them, whatever "normal" is anymore. I'm going to dive headfirst into this one, because I don't know any other way to do it.