ISLAND IN THE SUN, CHAPTER THREE, By Polka Dotted Socks
Disclaimer: I do not own Lizzie McGuire, yada yada yada. :)
Key: AN- Author's Notes; POV- Point of View; { } Thoughts
AN: I'm sorry I kept you guys waiting!!! But here it is- the third and final chapter. :)
START OF CHAPTER THREE
POV: Miranda, Tuesday evening, 5:03 PM
I sped through the campus, still in my wetsuit, and knocking into a bunch of people on the way. "Excuse me," I managed to say, without looking back. {Must find Gordo, must find Gordo.}
Four evil looks and a "Hey, watch where you're going!" later, there he was- arguing with Larry Tudgeman. Probably about something boring- wait what am I thinking?
"Gordo! I need to talk to you! It's about Lizzie!"
He rushed over, leaving Larry looking puzzled. "What happened?"
I pulled his arm and hissed, "Lizzie's MISSING! All the counselors and teachers are looking for her right now!"
He looked worried, and scared. I felt the same way. "Where did you last see her?" he asked.
I stared at the ground. "When- when we were scuba diving. Once we got to the shore, we all noticed she wasn't there- but I thought she was behind me the whole time." I looked up again, but Gordo was already gone.
POV: Gordo, Tuesday Evening, 5:07 PM
She could be anywhere. She could be dead. And she doesn't even know how I feel about her.
As soon as Miranda told me what had happened, I ran to the beach. There wasn't any teachers or counselors in sight- they must have left to search for Lizzie as soon as they found out she was missing.
They should have at least told us before they left. I think Miranda and I are the only kids that know, besides Lizzie's activity group. I feel stupid, standing here by myself- not doing anything to help.
"Gordo!"
I turned around. It was Miranda. Her face looked a little pink. "Look who I found. He said he'd help us," she panted.
Mr. Dig, our frequent substitute teacher, jogged up and stood next to Miranda. He pulled out a ring of keys from his pocket and pointed to a nearby motorboat, with a half smile on his face.
I knew I always liked that guy.
POV: Lizzie, Tuesday evening, 5:54 PM
My head's buzzing.
I opened my eyes and looked around- all I could see was the ocean ahead of me, and rocks. Rocks to either side of me, ocean ahead of me.
Where am I? Where are Miranda and everyone else?
My head hurt. I rested my hand on my forehead, and closed my eyes. Why am I here? {The frog. You tried to catch a frog.} Of course. The frog. How could I be so stupid?
So this is it. I'm going to die here, on a rock, because I tried to catch a frog.
I'm going to miss Miranda and Gordo. And my family. Even Matt- he's a good little brother, now that I think about it.
The buzzing in my head got even louder. So this is what it's like to-
"LIZZIE!"
I opened my eyes again. A boat! With Miranda, Gordo, and Mr. Dig! Gordo and Miranda rushed out.
"LIZZIE! Lizzie, are you okay?!?" shrieked Miranda.
"I'm fine," I replied. They smiled at me, relieved. Gordo looks kind of cute when he smiles.
"Are you sure?" called Mr. Dig.
"Yeah, I'm fine!" I tried to get up, but couldn't. I gave up and sprawled back onto the ground.
Mr. Dig got out of the boat. "Let me take a look." He reached out and examined my leg. "Seems like your ankle's sprained. We better hurry back- everyone's worried about you." They all helped me onto the boat.
I smiled. "I'm so glad you guys found me. I was losing it. I thought I was going to die, and get this- I was actually thinking that Matt was a good brother!"
POV: Gordo, Wednesday Night
I can't even think of what would have happened if we didn't find Lizzie.
When we got back to campus, she was brought into the first aid station, and stayed there overnight. I guess she just needed the rest. She seemed a lot better today, though- and back to her happy self.
She's so pretty.
{Uuurrrghhhh.} I buried my face into my pillow. "You have to tell her, you know," I said to myself.
"Wuh?" mumbled Ethan Craft.
"Nothing. Go back to sleep," I said.
I got a snore in response.
This is it, I'm going crazy. I'm acting like one of those hormone-driven teens on those stupid soap operas. I'm going to go for a walk.
I changed my clothes and slid out of the door quietly. I breathed in deeply- the cold air felt good. The dark sky was filled with stars- something we can't usually see so clearly back home.
This was nice. I kept walking until I passed the girl's campus. And there was Lizzie, sitting on the edge of the stairs, looking at the stars.
And looking as beautiful as ever.
Agggh. I shook my head, and tried to rid of the thought.
"Hi Gordo!"
She spotted me.
"Hi. Feeling better?"
"Yup," she replied. She motioned for me to sit next to her, so I did. We started to talk, like we usually do. But then she surprised me.
"Gordo?"
"Yeah?" I looked at my shoes. They were pretty dirty. I wonder if a bug could live on my shoe. It could burrow in all the dirt. Maybe I'd-
"I just want to thank you for always being there for me. Even when I'm acting stupid."
I looked up. "It's okay. That's what friends are for."
"No, really. The homework, the pranks Matt always pulls on me, Kate, everything. I mean it."
"No problem," I replied.
"No, really, Gordo. I'm really glad you're my friend. You always make me feel so good. And-"
"Stop babbling. I'm thanked, and you're welcomed," I said, grinning.
She paused. "But-but what I'm saying is, I really care about you. As-as more than a friend."
I felt my heart stop. "W-what?"
She looked at me. "I love you, Gordo."
{WHAT?}
She loves me. She loves me. She loves ME. Not Matt Damon. Not Josh What's His Face. Not even Ethan Craft. But me.
Memories of us flooded through my mind. All the time we spent together, all our stupid jokes, me always lecturing her about her endless doubts. And how we could just laugh at nothing for the longest time.
Suddenly, all my thoughts were clear to me. She wasn't just my best friend. She's much more special than that.
And she feels the same way.
And there she was, sitting next to me, smiling. She held up her hand, with her pinky finger out.
My brain stopped working as I held up my hand and linked my pinky with hers.
And then I heard myself stumble the words I've been certain about for a long, long time.
"I love you too, Lizzie."
THE END
AN: This is my very first fanfic. I hope you guys liked my story, and thanks to everyone who actually took time to read it. You guys really are the best. :)
Love, Polka Dotted Socks
"When you're on a holiday / You can't find the words to say / All the things that come to you / And I wanna feel it too." -Weezer
PUBLISHED ON JULY 28, 2002; COMPLETED ON AUGUST 15, 2002
Disclaimer: I do not own Lizzie McGuire, yada yada yada. :)
Key: AN- Author's Notes; POV- Point of View; { } Thoughts
AN: I'm sorry I kept you guys waiting!!! But here it is- the third and final chapter. :)
START OF CHAPTER THREE
POV: Miranda, Tuesday evening, 5:03 PM
I sped through the campus, still in my wetsuit, and knocking into a bunch of people on the way. "Excuse me," I managed to say, without looking back. {Must find Gordo, must find Gordo.}
Four evil looks and a "Hey, watch where you're going!" later, there he was- arguing with Larry Tudgeman. Probably about something boring- wait what am I thinking?
"Gordo! I need to talk to you! It's about Lizzie!"
He rushed over, leaving Larry looking puzzled. "What happened?"
I pulled his arm and hissed, "Lizzie's MISSING! All the counselors and teachers are looking for her right now!"
He looked worried, and scared. I felt the same way. "Where did you last see her?" he asked.
I stared at the ground. "When- when we were scuba diving. Once we got to the shore, we all noticed she wasn't there- but I thought she was behind me the whole time." I looked up again, but Gordo was already gone.
POV: Gordo, Tuesday Evening, 5:07 PM
She could be anywhere. She could be dead. And she doesn't even know how I feel about her.
As soon as Miranda told me what had happened, I ran to the beach. There wasn't any teachers or counselors in sight- they must have left to search for Lizzie as soon as they found out she was missing.
They should have at least told us before they left. I think Miranda and I are the only kids that know, besides Lizzie's activity group. I feel stupid, standing here by myself- not doing anything to help.
"Gordo!"
I turned around. It was Miranda. Her face looked a little pink. "Look who I found. He said he'd help us," she panted.
Mr. Dig, our frequent substitute teacher, jogged up and stood next to Miranda. He pulled out a ring of keys from his pocket and pointed to a nearby motorboat, with a half smile on his face.
I knew I always liked that guy.
POV: Lizzie, Tuesday evening, 5:54 PM
My head's buzzing.
I opened my eyes and looked around- all I could see was the ocean ahead of me, and rocks. Rocks to either side of me, ocean ahead of me.
Where am I? Where are Miranda and everyone else?
My head hurt. I rested my hand on my forehead, and closed my eyes. Why am I here? {The frog. You tried to catch a frog.} Of course. The frog. How could I be so stupid?
So this is it. I'm going to die here, on a rock, because I tried to catch a frog.
I'm going to miss Miranda and Gordo. And my family. Even Matt- he's a good little brother, now that I think about it.
The buzzing in my head got even louder. So this is what it's like to-
"LIZZIE!"
I opened my eyes again. A boat! With Miranda, Gordo, and Mr. Dig! Gordo and Miranda rushed out.
"LIZZIE! Lizzie, are you okay?!?" shrieked Miranda.
"I'm fine," I replied. They smiled at me, relieved. Gordo looks kind of cute when he smiles.
"Are you sure?" called Mr. Dig.
"Yeah, I'm fine!" I tried to get up, but couldn't. I gave up and sprawled back onto the ground.
Mr. Dig got out of the boat. "Let me take a look." He reached out and examined my leg. "Seems like your ankle's sprained. We better hurry back- everyone's worried about you." They all helped me onto the boat.
I smiled. "I'm so glad you guys found me. I was losing it. I thought I was going to die, and get this- I was actually thinking that Matt was a good brother!"
POV: Gordo, Wednesday Night
I can't even think of what would have happened if we didn't find Lizzie.
When we got back to campus, she was brought into the first aid station, and stayed there overnight. I guess she just needed the rest. She seemed a lot better today, though- and back to her happy self.
She's so pretty.
{Uuurrrghhhh.} I buried my face into my pillow. "You have to tell her, you know," I said to myself.
"Wuh?" mumbled Ethan Craft.
"Nothing. Go back to sleep," I said.
I got a snore in response.
This is it, I'm going crazy. I'm acting like one of those hormone-driven teens on those stupid soap operas. I'm going to go for a walk.
I changed my clothes and slid out of the door quietly. I breathed in deeply- the cold air felt good. The dark sky was filled with stars- something we can't usually see so clearly back home.
This was nice. I kept walking until I passed the girl's campus. And there was Lizzie, sitting on the edge of the stairs, looking at the stars.
And looking as beautiful as ever.
Agggh. I shook my head, and tried to rid of the thought.
"Hi Gordo!"
She spotted me.
"Hi. Feeling better?"
"Yup," she replied. She motioned for me to sit next to her, so I did. We started to talk, like we usually do. But then she surprised me.
"Gordo?"
"Yeah?" I looked at my shoes. They were pretty dirty. I wonder if a bug could live on my shoe. It could burrow in all the dirt. Maybe I'd-
"I just want to thank you for always being there for me. Even when I'm acting stupid."
I looked up. "It's okay. That's what friends are for."
"No, really. The homework, the pranks Matt always pulls on me, Kate, everything. I mean it."
"No problem," I replied.
"No, really, Gordo. I'm really glad you're my friend. You always make me feel so good. And-"
"Stop babbling. I'm thanked, and you're welcomed," I said, grinning.
She paused. "But-but what I'm saying is, I really care about you. As-as more than a friend."
I felt my heart stop. "W-what?"
She looked at me. "I love you, Gordo."
{WHAT?}
She loves me. She loves me. She loves ME. Not Matt Damon. Not Josh What's His Face. Not even Ethan Craft. But me.
Memories of us flooded through my mind. All the time we spent together, all our stupid jokes, me always lecturing her about her endless doubts. And how we could just laugh at nothing for the longest time.
Suddenly, all my thoughts were clear to me. She wasn't just my best friend. She's much more special than that.
And she feels the same way.
And there she was, sitting next to me, smiling. She held up her hand, with her pinky finger out.
My brain stopped working as I held up my hand and linked my pinky with hers.
And then I heard myself stumble the words I've been certain about for a long, long time.
"I love you too, Lizzie."
THE END
AN: This is my very first fanfic. I hope you guys liked my story, and thanks to everyone who actually took time to read it. You guys really are the best. :)
Love, Polka Dotted Socks
"When you're on a holiday / You can't find the words to say / All the things that come to you / And I wanna feel it too." -Weezer
PUBLISHED ON JULY 28, 2002; COMPLETED ON AUGUST 15, 2002