Amnesia

Summary- Gordo wants Lizzie, Lizzie wants Gordo. But when Lizzie suddenly gets amnesia and forgets about her feelings for Gordo, can Gordo win her heart and help her remember? L/G. (I LOVE THIS STORY!)

Chapter One: Change

A/N: My favorite story I've written so far. Takes place in the summer.

Gordo's POV

"Hey."

"Hi."

The way we greeted each other every day, as if there wasn't anything more between us.

Wouldn't you think that if a guy and a girl were best friends since birth, they'd eventually end up falling for each other and live happily ever after?

Well, you might be partly right.

But instead of *both* of them falling in love, only the guy falls for the girl, and she knows it.

I'm that guy.

And Lizzie's that girl.

'Hey' and 'hi' didn't seem to fit into a situation like that. It should be more like, 'I love you' and 'I know.' But instead it's just plain 'hey' and 'hi'. Like we were perfect strangers. Boring.

The days were boring, too. It went from 'hey' to 'what's number 5 mean' to 'I hate my brother' to 'see ya tomorrow'.

Regular, predictable.

In other words, boring.

I needed spice in our relationship. Something new, wild, unpredictable instead of boring, boring, boring.

It wasn't Lizzie's fault. It was mine. I controlled our relationship. I could go up to her one day and kiss her. I could order a dozen roses for her. I could do anything. But I didn't. For some reason, I thought change would come without my work.

And one day, it did.

***

I was scribbling away on homework one Friday night. Math. My best subject.

*"They're *all* your best subjects."* Lizzie would say.

I loved it when she sad that. I knew it was meant to be sarcasm, but it felt as if she were praising me, telling me that I was smart.. I liked that.

The phone interrupted my thoughts.

I picked it up. "Hello?"

"Gordo, is that you?" Miranda's voice asked.

Uh, no, it's Spiderman. Wrong number.

"Yeah."

She sniffed. "I-" She started to cry.

"Miranda, what's wrong?" I asked.

This didn't look good. Miranda rarely *ever* cried, and when she did, it was for something big. I've only seen her cry three times in her life; one, when her grandfather passed away, two, when her house burnt down when she was six, and three, when she had to get four stitches on the back of her head.

So now I was scared. What could've possibly happened that made Miranda cry?

"It's Lizzie." Came a simple answer between sobs.

Lizzie? What could've happened to her? And why Lizzie, the girl I liked? Why not someone else? This way, Lizzie would suffer, and so would I.

'Whoa, slow down there, Gordon.' I told myself. 'You don't even know what happened yet and you're already rambling.'

"What happened to her?" I demanded.

"She's here." Miranda replied.

"Where's *here*?" I asked. "Your house..."

"The hospital." She gulped.

'Okay, you can ramble now.'

"WHAT!????" I yelled into the receiver. "Why? When? How? What happened?"

This was horrible. Terrible. My worst nightmare... Lizzie, in the hospital. Alone. Hurt. Without me.

"She was walking to your house when this guy came and pushed her into a street light pole. They caught the guy who robbed her, but she's till unconscious. They took her to the hospital and she's not awaked yet." Miranda started crying again.

I felt tears in my eyes as well. "I'll be right there." I gulped and hung up.

How could this happen?