This is going to be right after the kiss in Rome. Right after. Not a typical LG fanfic, it's a little different. R&R!
Gordo just walked back inside from the balcony after a moment about thinking of what had just happened. They walked down the stairs and were speechless, trying to think of what to say. It wasn't until they got on the elevator until either of them spoke.
"Gordo," Lizzie said, "You know what I hate?" He looked at her. "Riding in an elevator with me?" "No. People who say they love someone but don't mean it. Do you have any idea how many people just say it on occasion? Like, "Hello" or "Goodbye?" They may not even mean it, but if they like someone a lot, they just say that they love them. Why? Because it makes the other person feel good. It calms someone down if they're mad. It makes someone crying smile." she blurted out. "That was… out of the blue. Well, I think that those people are just plain rude. I mean, if they're getting someone's hopes up, and then 10 seconds later figure out that they don't really love them, they're getting the other person's hopes up. I hate that, too."
"So, would you believe me if I said that I-" Lizzie said as the elevator door opened and a very loud (and big) Italian guy walked into the elevator, making it hard for Lizzie and Gordo to get out. They were squeezed together as the guy tried to make space for them.
"Wow, I never knew that people can get that big," Lizzie said. "Don't be cruel. People come in all shapes and sizes." Gordo said. "So what were you going to say before he came in?" Gordo questioned. She motioned for him to sit on the only empty couch in the lobby. Everyone else at the party was crowding all of the other areas.
"It was nothing," she said. Changing the subject, she said, "Remember Ethan's murder mystery party? The one where he had to have it at my house because of giant cockroaches?" Gordo smirked. "Yeah. I remember. What about it?" "When we were out on the porch, and you were going to ask me something, but my dad interrupted, what were you going to say?"
"I… I… was going to ask-"
"-I already know what you were going to ask."
"You do?"
"Yes."
"Then how come you asked?"
"I wanted to make sure that you knew what you were going to say. Even if what I think is different than what you were going to say, I just wanted to make sure that you remember, anyway."
"O.K."
Lizzie, who was now jumping from topic to topic, now was making Gordo more nervous than he already was. "Why is it that we are always nervous around each other? You were never nervous around Brooke, and I wasn't as nervous with Ronnie or Frankie or Aaron than as I am with you." "There's a difference," Gordo said. "Is there?" Lizzie said, and then kissed him. She was being really strange that day, and her timing was terrible. "Are you ok? I think you need to go to sleep. Come on," he said, and tried to get Lizzie up to her room. What is going on with her?