Only One
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN LIZZIE MCGUIRE!!! The lyrics are from the song "Broken" by Seether and Amy Lee and "My Only One." By Yellowcard. Please don't sue for borrowing J
Chapter 2: Hold you close
I wanted you to know I love the way you laughI wanna hold you high and steal your pain away
I keep your photograph; I know it serves me well
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain – "Broken"
Gordo looked over at Lizzie. She sat at lunch alone. Her face looked sad but her eyes were still shining intensely as they always did. She looked beautiful even without trying to. But he felt so far away from her now. So distant yet so close. Gordo closed his eyes and tried to imagine himself holding her close to him. Smelling her scent and touching her face. He didn't realize he was staring dead at her. He didn't let go of their gaze. He decided to walk over to her and clear the gap.
He grabbed his lunch bag and sat beside her. "Hey." Was her only response to him. "So…how have you been?" Gordo asked. "Not so great. Studying and mid-terms get you looking like this." Lizzie replied flatly pointing at her face. He sensed a
hint of resentment in her voice. "I think you still look…great." Gordo stuttered. A smile played at the side of her mouth. "You haven't changed." She finally smiled. The same beautiful smile he had longed to see. "Why do you say that?" He smiled in return. "Your bad case of the stutters." Lizzie replied. Gordo blushed turning red at the cheeks. Lizzie was the only girl who could make him feel so many emotions at once. After the past year he had thought only of her. Lizzie looked him straight in the eye. "Gordo… things have changed haven't they?" Lizzie finally spoke. The question had taken him by surprise. "What do you mean?" He asked. "You know. Between us…you, me and Miranda." Lizzie replied, in her eyes the sparkle had faded and they turned sad and tired. "Well…yea they have. We don't hang like before. Too much has changed." Gordo looked down at his plate. "Do you miss the old times?" Lizzie wanted to make sure she wasn't alone in her sad thoughts. That someone out there felt the same way as she did. Gordo placed his hand on top of hers. Lizzie squeezed it and looked up at him. "I do miss the old times. But Lizzie we can't be stuck in the past. We have to move on and learn to accept the good with the bad. Our friendship grows stronger through the hardships. You'll see that it won't stay this way." Gordo reassured. Lizzie pulled her hand away. "You don't seem to understand. That I can't take it. Us not being as close as we use to. I barely see you or Miranda. You're all making something out of yourselves. And what about me? I'm here stuck…in the past and present Gordo. Fighting to put them both together. It's not easy." Lizzie stood up ready to leave. Gordo stopped her. "Lizzie look maybe we aren't like we used to be because…" He leaned in and kissed her lightly on the lips. He felt her tremble in his arms. He realized he had taken her by complete surprise. She looked at him not knowing what to say. "I shouldn't have done that." Gordo said aloud. Lizzie nodded. "Yea you shouldn't have. I'm sorry Gordo but I can't. Right now I just can't." Lizzie walked away leaving Gordo standing there with a bunch of thoughts swirling through his head.
Here I go,
Scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go
There's just no one, no one like you
You are my only, my only one. "My Only One"
How could he have been such a complete and utter fool? Didn't he realize that Lizzie needed him as a friend right now? Nothing more and nothing less. He had made matters worse. He didn't seem to see that Lizzie was being torn apart by the gap in their friendship. The one that grew wider with each second that passed them by. He had ran everything into the ground. He knew he had destroyed everything. Why? Why had he done what he did? There was no one like Lizzie. No one who could make him smile, blush, cry and think the way he was thinking right now. She was perfect inside and out. She was utter perfection in his eyes. But perfection was never made to grasp, never meant to touch. Gordo sighed and threw his food into the garbage. He felt like giving up on Lizzie. What was the use if he could no longer to hold her with all the passion that burned within him? He knew what was the use. He didn't want to lose her as a friend either. He remembered what Miranda had always said… "If you can't have her as a lover it's better to have her as a friend than nothing at all." He knew it was true no matter how hard he tried to believe it wasn't.
