A/N: Thanks, Boris Yeltsin! That would be very cool!
Guys…what happened to all my readers? PhantasmicDragon? Jms5515? Yoo hoo? Where are all you guys? I miss you!
Please review, everyone! I love to write, and finding Fanfiction was like a heaven sent! I am very open to (and need) criticism! I don't really mind flames, I just want you to tell me what you like and don't like. Oh, and just btw, tomorrow is my birthday! Yay! ^_^
FYI: I know everyone's feeling sorry for our favorite couple (LG) but I am a HUGE sucker for LG fluff so it WILL GET BETTER. Just not right now. I decided I need to write something with plot to it too.
Matt immediately rushed into his room and plugged his headphones into the tape recorder. The 11 year old boy listened intently to everything his mother and sister said. When it got to the part where Lizzie confessed about liking Gordo, Matt nearly dropped the recorder. He knew that Gordo had the hots for his sister, but had never expected that the feelings were mutual. As far as Matt knew, Lizzie was too busy chasing after numskull guys who had good hair to even notice Gordo.
This, Matt thought, is good. Very good. But now I have to figure out who to give it to. He briefly considered giving it to Dad, but knew that would only result in a long lonely month of grounding. Mom already knew, Ethan Craft didn't care, and neither would Melina or Lanny. Matt decided exactly who to give it to, then. But first, he needed to figure out a way to get Gordo over here again.
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Gordo was lying on his bed, tossing the hacky sack up and down. He wondered if he should call Lizzie. This was the longest they had ever gone without talking to each other. Gordo didn't know if he could stand it much longer. Yes, even after how badly Lizzie had treated him…Gordo missed her. And he didn't know what to do about it.
Just then, the phone rang and Gordo sprang to answer it. "Hello?" he asked eagerly.
"Hey, Gordo," said a female voice on the other end of the line.
"Lizzie, hi," he responded. "Listen, I'm sorry I've been avoiding you…I just needed a little space, you know?"
"Yeah, I get it. But now we need to talk Gordo. I'm sorry about how I freaked out on the plane. I just didn't know what to do. But I've had a little time to think about it, and now I need to tell you the truth."
"Lizzie, before you go on, I just want to say that I really hope you reconsider going out with me." He held his breath and waited for her reply.
"Gordo…I was going to tell you that I don't like you like that. I mean, we're best friends and I've never thought of you like that."
"Then what the hell was that kiss for?" Gordo asked, feeling angry and quite heartbroken.
Lizzie flinched, but continued. "It was to say thank you. After that, I just kept playing along with you because I didn't want you to get hurt…but I see that I was wrong, and I'm sorry."
"Lizzie, you should have just told me the truth! I would have forgiven you and move on. But now…I'm not sure I even want to know you."
"I'm so sorry, Gordo." Lizzie whispered, starting to cry.
The sound of her voice quivering made Gordo ache. He didn't know why she was crying, though. He should have been crying. After all, the love of his life (whom he had thought loved him back) had been taking advantage of him for the last month and a half. But just the thought that he himself had caused Lizzie to be sad made him want to give in. No, not this time, he thought as he hung up the phone.
"Oh, Gordo," Lizzie whispered, hanging up her receiver. "I just don't know what to do. I want to be with you, I really truly do…but I can't risk anything else. I'm so terrified!" She fell back onto her bed and sobbed, not knowing that Matt was standing at the door. The boy glanced down at the tape recorder, clutched in his little fist. He started to feel sorry for his sister, as shocking as that may seem. Matt was also feeling guilty for taping his sister's conversation with Mom. He decided to do his sister a favor and play the tape for Gordo (like he had planned to) but not quite yet. His childish instincts hadn't completely disappeared, and he wanted to make Lizzie and Gordo suffer for a bit.
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Gordo plopped himself down at the kitchen table, rubbing his watery eyes.
"David?" His mom asked, sitting down across from him. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing," Gordo mumbled, reaching for the bowl of mashed potatoes his mother was holding.
"No!" She announced, snatching the bowl away, "not until you tell me what happened."
"Fine." Gordo said, seeing how he could never resist food. "Lizzie and I aren't talking."
"Why not? You two are usually practically glued at the hip."
"She took advantage of me. The whole time we were in Rome, the whole plane ride back here, and the whole time we've been home. And…" he gulped, "I love her, Mom. She said she loves me too, but it was all just a lie. A big fat lie."
"David, I know this doesn't really help, but any girl would be lucky to go out with you. Just give Lizzie a little space, and she'll probably come around. And…if she doesn't, just concentrate on being friends. There are plenty of girls at the high school that will be all over you."
Gordo raised an eyebrow. He highly doubted the last sentence his mom had said, but decided not to say anything about it. He took the mashed potatoes and began to eat. Mrs. Gordon sighed.
I shouldn't love you but I want to I shouldn't love you but I want to And I don't know how to be fine when I'm not Just so you know It's getting hard to be around you And I don't know how to be fine when I'm not This emptiness is killing me
I just can't turn away
I shouldn't see you but I can't move
I can't look away
I just can't turn away
I shouldn't see you but I can't move
I can't look away
'Cause I don't know how to make a feeling stop
This feeling's taking control of me
And I can't help it
I won't sit around, I can't let him win now
Thought you should know
I've tried my best to let go of you
But I don't want to
I just gotta say it all
Before I go
Just so you know
There's so much I can't say
Do you want me to hide the feelings
And look the other way
'Cause I don't know how to make a feeling stop
And I'm wondering why I've waited so long
Looking back I realize
It was always there just never spoken
I'm waiting here...been waiting here