A/N: Right, well. I didn't actually plan for this to go beyond one chapter, but what can I say? I liked the idea, and I love writing the POV's. This one is Gordo's perspective of the Clueless episode remodelled to suit my liking ;) And hopefully other peoples.
Thanks to all who reviewed for the last chapter. And I hope this one suits your liking. I've also decided to do a third chapter, but it won't be anyone's POV, it will simply be carrying on where these two left off :D Hope you enjoy!
Distribution: As noted before, you can have it, just ask first, and tell me where it's going. Wouldn't know why you'd want it in the first place, though...
Disclaimer: Do we really need this? No, didn't think so. But please, don't sue me, I am poor. __________________________________________________________________________
What Could Have Been - Part 2
I know I'm standing here, on the porch of Lizzie's home, staring up into her hazel eyes. I know I see the smile on her face, and feel a similar one etching itself on my own. And I know for certain that she has just closed the door behind us to give our conversation some privacy. However, I cannot make my brain think clearly enough to remember how and why we got into this position.
I remember the party, the murder mystery one where it had started out so badly, and ended with that little bit of hope that keeps me alive every day.
Yeah, I remember that.
But everything else is much like a blur. Lizzie saying something to her family about privacy, and then tugging my hand towards the door; it truly doesn't seem like it had happened. But now, we're standing out here, alone, together.
And suddenly, the chilly November wind seems warm against my skin.
We're staring at each other for a little bit, and I suddenly realise I have no idea what to say to her. My best friend Lizzie McGuire, the one person I could share all my secrets with, the one person I stay up with late every single night just talking to her about anything and everything.
For the first time in my life, I'm at a loss for what to say.
Thankfully, she saves me. She always will.
"So, congratulations old chap." She seemed uncertain of what she was saying, but I didn't think so. In fact, I wish she would clap my shoulder again, just to feel her warmth.
Get back on track Gordon, you half-wit.
"Yeah, you did really well too." God! Surely she's gonna see the blush in my cheeks, because it feels like it's burning me.
Fortunately for me, she either didn't notice, or did and is just keeping quiet about it.
"Well, you were the one everyone was talking about. I mean, people notice you."
Yeah, people notice me, but not the person I most wanted too. Why couldn't I just tell her? I'm such a coward.
Wait a minute...did she really say that? Maybe, if I search a bit harder, I'll see that it was actually a...flirt. Possibly. Maybe. I don't usually get many; I'm not sure how to tell it apart from a normal compliment. Either way, I smile a little at her, then turn serious again. Who knows, maybe she was just giving me a compliment.
Best to stay safe, Gordon.
"Yeah well, I-I shouldn't care what people think, it's not that important."
Now, that's the Gordo I know. Phew, nice way to stay safe, anyway.
"Well, you impressed me." Oh yeah, -that- was a flirt. Yes! My plan actually did work! I can't believe it.
I feel an odd expression etch onto my face. It's not a smile; it's better than a smile. I feel great! And she's smiling too. God, I love it when she smiles. She's so damn beautiful.
"I did?! Great!" Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on there cowboy. Don't go assuming she likes you. What did I say before about the safe route?
"I mean, you're my best friend, why wouldn't I want to impress you?" Better. Nice save.
"And, you were very impressive too, you know, with the...." Oh, God, she's staring at me now, I can feel my hands shaking.
How come I never noticed how she could stare into your soul with one look? I manage to tear my eyes way from her and look at the ground. Already I'm missing her eyes, but I can't let myself get drawn in again. Not before I've said all I need to say.
"With the stuff." Nice one, doofus; very smooth. Very Ethan-like.
Well, at least she doesn't seem to notice. That's one thing to be grateful for. Although, she did notice the shaking, I can tell. She was looking at my hands. She must have seen it.
"So, I impress you, and you impress me. It's all good." Oh yeah, it's all good as long as you keep giving me those smiles.
"Yeah, all systems go." Ok, so, maybe I don't have the best flirting skills in the town, but it's hard when she's staring at me like that. Even harder when I know I love her.
And I do, I really do. At first I thought it was just a crush, something I'd get over. But that was five years ago. Feelings grow over time, or, mine did, anyway. And now, I love my best friend. How much of an idiot am I? She could never love me back, not like I'd want her to.
That being said, I feel my legs moving forward, as if moving of their own accord. I try to stop it, but I can't.
She's not doing anything to stop me though, which is good. And if I'm not mistaken, she did just move her flowers to give me more room. But I'm not gonna do anything. Nup, I'll just tell her I need to get home. My feet may be possessed, but there's nothing telling me to do more.
"You know Lizzie, maybe sometime we could, you know....." Oh no, now my mouth is possessed too.
"Maybe sometime we could, what?" Last chance. What'll it be, Gordon? Tell her you love her, or run like hell.
Before I can make my decision, I notice that she too is moving forward. There's hardly any room between us, now.
"Well, see, the thing is...." Should I? Shouldn't I? It's like one big battle for me. It was never this hard when I practised. It was always; me tell Lizzie I love her, she falls gracefully into my arms and we kiss until the sun comes up.
Yeah, right Gordon. As if she'd do that.
Wow, I'm really starting to hate that voice.
"Gordo, what?" Her voice pulls me out of my internal battle, and I stare at her dumbly before my mouth can form the words I want to tell her. Or any words, period.
"You know, maybe we could, ah, go out, sometime?" I did it. I finally did it. You have no idea how much of a relief that is for me.
"Gordo," Lizzie's staring at me, slight amusement on her face. Oh no. "We go out every day."
Well, it's not the reaction I was expecting, but it seems as though she still doesn't understand. Guess I'll have to make things clearer then. Yay.
I shake my head and the dark curls of my ever-growing hair flop into my eyes. I hastily brush them away, taking a breath and preparing myself for what will happen next.
"No Lizzie, that's not what I meant."
I move closer now, really close. Close enough so that she breathes onto my face. Her scent is beautiful, much like her. Sweet, like roses and strawberries. A hint of lilac lingers all around. I know she likes to use it as a body rinse. I gave her a bottle last year. She must have got more.
"Look, Lizzie, I wanted to know if you'd, you know, go out with me, on a.... on a date."
It's such a relief to hear the words finally come out, and I feel like sighing. But, then I hear her reaction, a soft gasp, and her eyes are wide. She wasn't expecting this, she's gonna throw it all back in my face. Stupid Gordo, stupid!
I can't bear to look at her. Can't bear to see the pity in her eyes when she tells me 'no'. I look to the ground, finding comfort in the daisies planted there by Mrs McGuire.
"You know what, forget it, I-I didn't mean it," I say quickly. If she's gonna break my heart, I might as well do it for her.
"No! I mean, no, I won't forget it. Gordo, I," Ok, so maybe that was a different reaction to what I was expecting, but it still doesn't mean anything. She doesn't like me more than a friend, and she never will. But either way, a little bit of hope still shines through.
"I'd love to." And with those three words, my world is changed forever. How silly though, to be excited by a bunch of words. But I can't help it; she's too beautiful. I feel a smile tug my lips, and I let it spread through my entire face. She smiles much like me, and it seems to light up her whole face.
"Y-you mean it?" I ask quietly, sure that she's going to throw it all back in my face.
She doesn't. She simply nods, seemingly at a loss for words. But that's all the confirmation I need.
With renewed vigour, I clasp my hands together, and get ready for the biggest exclamation yet.
"Lizzie, I-I want to say something else. I like you, Lizzie. I like you a lot. An-and not just as a friend." I'm not entirely sure why I said the last bit; maybe it was to make sure she got the message, because she didn't seem to last time. But this time, however, I think it's all gonna be different.
"I-I like you too," And there come the words I had been wanting to hear for years now. But surely, she couldn't mean them. I'm about to ask her to repeat herself, when, as if reading my mind, she does it anyway.
"I like you too, Gordo," She repeats, more confident than last time. Oh, Lord, I love this girl!
Before I know it, I'm leaning into her of my own accord now, but so slowly, almost as if time itself has taken a vacation.
I watch Lizzie close her eyes in anticipation, and suddenly, I freeze.
What if I'm no good at kissing? What if I take too long? What if I don't take long enough?
I've only ever done this once. What is she expecting from me? Will this change everything between us? Do I want that to happen? What if there's no spark? Will we go back to being 'just friends'?
All those thoughts run through my heads in a matter of seconds, but it's long enough.
Lizzie opens her eyes and looks at me. Confusion and embarrassment clear on her face. And something else, too. Hurt, maybe? God, I can't do it.
"I-I'll see you, tomorrow? I'll uh, meet you here, five-ish?" No, no, no, no. I can see her pleading with me silently. Begging me not to leave her, at least not yet. But, I just can't. I'm not ready. I couldn't handle it if she rejected me, especially when things are going so well already. I need time to prepare.
"Yeah, five sounds good." Her voice is so calm, the complete opposite of her face, which is dancing with an array of emotions, all leading to one thing. No, can't do it. Can't do it.
And again, as if time has slowed down, I guiltily start walking away from her. My best friend. What else can I do? Stand there and look like an idiot? I don't think so.
I can hear an audible sigh escape her lips behind me, but I don't stop. And I definitely don't turn around.
"Gordo," she calls out as I'm nearing the footpath. She sounds so desperate, and I can't help but turn around. Part of me is glad for the opportunity to stay a little while longer. The other part just wants to run like hell.
"Wait. I-I want to...." she pauses, and I find myself moving closer to her. Damn my traitorous legs. But then, she's moving too, meeting me halfway.
Before I can say anything, she brushes her lips tentatively against my own. It doesn't seem like a real kiss. More, something along the lines of a test kiss, whatever that means. But wow, I'm glad she did. Electricity flows throughout my whole body starting where our lips touched.
I've never felt like this before. Granted, I've never had any opportunities, but I don't need them. I know she's the one.
The One, how stupid does that sound? But it's true. From the moment we first hugged, first spoke to each other, first laid eyes on each other; I knew. I knew that she would be the one I would grow old with. It frightened me then, but now, I don't want anything else.
I keep my eyes closed, just to savour the sensations from the two-second kiss. I know she's opened her eyes already, and I'll join her soon, just a few more seconds....
But before I can, I feel her lean in again. This time, it's longer, and I have more time to react.
Instinctively, as if I was born to do this, I wrap my arms around her tiny waist, holding her tightly and protectively to me.
I can't help but feel that this is all a dream, some wonderful dream that I'm bound to wake up from. If it is, I hope God lets me rest a little while longer.
This is Heaven. It's everything I thought it would be, and more. Her lips are soft and wet against mine, teasing me with their sweetness.
Still holding her tightly to me, I feel her arms come to wrap around my neck, leaning in closer, if that's at all possible.
This is where I want to be, always and forever. If I had any say, I would prefer it if we stayed like this for eternity.
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. But thankfully, that end doesn't seem to be appearing anytime soon.
I love my life, and I love Lizzie. And I can't wait to see what they both have in store for me next. ________________________________________________________________________
A/N: I hoped you enjoyed that. Yay, I love Gordo & Lizzie!!! Hehe. Anyway, I'm not sure when the next chapter will be put up. Don't expect it to be for a while. After all, I didn't know I was continuing with this until three days ago.
Please, if you have a second to spare, tell me what you thought of it. I'd really like the make my future Lizzie fics better, and I can only do that with your help.
Well, that's it from me, thanks for reading, and God Bless.
Thanks to all who reviewed for the last chapter. And I hope this one suits your liking. I've also decided to do a third chapter, but it won't be anyone's POV, it will simply be carrying on where these two left off :D Hope you enjoy!
Distribution: As noted before, you can have it, just ask first, and tell me where it's going. Wouldn't know why you'd want it in the first place, though...
Disclaimer: Do we really need this? No, didn't think so. But please, don't sue me, I am poor. __________________________________________________________________________
What Could Have Been - Part 2
I know I'm standing here, on the porch of Lizzie's home, staring up into her hazel eyes. I know I see the smile on her face, and feel a similar one etching itself on my own. And I know for certain that she has just closed the door behind us to give our conversation some privacy. However, I cannot make my brain think clearly enough to remember how and why we got into this position.
I remember the party, the murder mystery one where it had started out so badly, and ended with that little bit of hope that keeps me alive every day.
Yeah, I remember that.
But everything else is much like a blur. Lizzie saying something to her family about privacy, and then tugging my hand towards the door; it truly doesn't seem like it had happened. But now, we're standing out here, alone, together.
And suddenly, the chilly November wind seems warm against my skin.
We're staring at each other for a little bit, and I suddenly realise I have no idea what to say to her. My best friend Lizzie McGuire, the one person I could share all my secrets with, the one person I stay up with late every single night just talking to her about anything and everything.
For the first time in my life, I'm at a loss for what to say.
Thankfully, she saves me. She always will.
"So, congratulations old chap." She seemed uncertain of what she was saying, but I didn't think so. In fact, I wish she would clap my shoulder again, just to feel her warmth.
Get back on track Gordon, you half-wit.
"Yeah, you did really well too." God! Surely she's gonna see the blush in my cheeks, because it feels like it's burning me.
Fortunately for me, she either didn't notice, or did and is just keeping quiet about it.
"Well, you were the one everyone was talking about. I mean, people notice you."
Yeah, people notice me, but not the person I most wanted too. Why couldn't I just tell her? I'm such a coward.
Wait a minute...did she really say that? Maybe, if I search a bit harder, I'll see that it was actually a...flirt. Possibly. Maybe. I don't usually get many; I'm not sure how to tell it apart from a normal compliment. Either way, I smile a little at her, then turn serious again. Who knows, maybe she was just giving me a compliment.
Best to stay safe, Gordon.
"Yeah well, I-I shouldn't care what people think, it's not that important."
Now, that's the Gordo I know. Phew, nice way to stay safe, anyway.
"Well, you impressed me." Oh yeah, -that- was a flirt. Yes! My plan actually did work! I can't believe it.
I feel an odd expression etch onto my face. It's not a smile; it's better than a smile. I feel great! And she's smiling too. God, I love it when she smiles. She's so damn beautiful.
"I did?! Great!" Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on there cowboy. Don't go assuming she likes you. What did I say before about the safe route?
"I mean, you're my best friend, why wouldn't I want to impress you?" Better. Nice save.
"And, you were very impressive too, you know, with the...." Oh, God, she's staring at me now, I can feel my hands shaking.
How come I never noticed how she could stare into your soul with one look? I manage to tear my eyes way from her and look at the ground. Already I'm missing her eyes, but I can't let myself get drawn in again. Not before I've said all I need to say.
"With the stuff." Nice one, doofus; very smooth. Very Ethan-like.
Well, at least she doesn't seem to notice. That's one thing to be grateful for. Although, she did notice the shaking, I can tell. She was looking at my hands. She must have seen it.
"So, I impress you, and you impress me. It's all good." Oh yeah, it's all good as long as you keep giving me those smiles.
"Yeah, all systems go." Ok, so, maybe I don't have the best flirting skills in the town, but it's hard when she's staring at me like that. Even harder when I know I love her.
And I do, I really do. At first I thought it was just a crush, something I'd get over. But that was five years ago. Feelings grow over time, or, mine did, anyway. And now, I love my best friend. How much of an idiot am I? She could never love me back, not like I'd want her to.
That being said, I feel my legs moving forward, as if moving of their own accord. I try to stop it, but I can't.
She's not doing anything to stop me though, which is good. And if I'm not mistaken, she did just move her flowers to give me more room. But I'm not gonna do anything. Nup, I'll just tell her I need to get home. My feet may be possessed, but there's nothing telling me to do more.
"You know Lizzie, maybe sometime we could, you know....." Oh no, now my mouth is possessed too.
"Maybe sometime we could, what?" Last chance. What'll it be, Gordon? Tell her you love her, or run like hell.
Before I can make my decision, I notice that she too is moving forward. There's hardly any room between us, now.
"Well, see, the thing is...." Should I? Shouldn't I? It's like one big battle for me. It was never this hard when I practised. It was always; me tell Lizzie I love her, she falls gracefully into my arms and we kiss until the sun comes up.
Yeah, right Gordon. As if she'd do that.
Wow, I'm really starting to hate that voice.
"Gordo, what?" Her voice pulls me out of my internal battle, and I stare at her dumbly before my mouth can form the words I want to tell her. Or any words, period.
"You know, maybe we could, ah, go out, sometime?" I did it. I finally did it. You have no idea how much of a relief that is for me.
"Gordo," Lizzie's staring at me, slight amusement on her face. Oh no. "We go out every day."
Well, it's not the reaction I was expecting, but it seems as though she still doesn't understand. Guess I'll have to make things clearer then. Yay.
I shake my head and the dark curls of my ever-growing hair flop into my eyes. I hastily brush them away, taking a breath and preparing myself for what will happen next.
"No Lizzie, that's not what I meant."
I move closer now, really close. Close enough so that she breathes onto my face. Her scent is beautiful, much like her. Sweet, like roses and strawberries. A hint of lilac lingers all around. I know she likes to use it as a body rinse. I gave her a bottle last year. She must have got more.
"Look, Lizzie, I wanted to know if you'd, you know, go out with me, on a.... on a date."
It's such a relief to hear the words finally come out, and I feel like sighing. But, then I hear her reaction, a soft gasp, and her eyes are wide. She wasn't expecting this, she's gonna throw it all back in my face. Stupid Gordo, stupid!
I can't bear to look at her. Can't bear to see the pity in her eyes when she tells me 'no'. I look to the ground, finding comfort in the daisies planted there by Mrs McGuire.
"You know what, forget it, I-I didn't mean it," I say quickly. If she's gonna break my heart, I might as well do it for her.
"No! I mean, no, I won't forget it. Gordo, I," Ok, so maybe that was a different reaction to what I was expecting, but it still doesn't mean anything. She doesn't like me more than a friend, and she never will. But either way, a little bit of hope still shines through.
"I'd love to." And with those three words, my world is changed forever. How silly though, to be excited by a bunch of words. But I can't help it; she's too beautiful. I feel a smile tug my lips, and I let it spread through my entire face. She smiles much like me, and it seems to light up her whole face.
"Y-you mean it?" I ask quietly, sure that she's going to throw it all back in my face.
She doesn't. She simply nods, seemingly at a loss for words. But that's all the confirmation I need.
With renewed vigour, I clasp my hands together, and get ready for the biggest exclamation yet.
"Lizzie, I-I want to say something else. I like you, Lizzie. I like you a lot. An-and not just as a friend." I'm not entirely sure why I said the last bit; maybe it was to make sure she got the message, because she didn't seem to last time. But this time, however, I think it's all gonna be different.
"I-I like you too," And there come the words I had been wanting to hear for years now. But surely, she couldn't mean them. I'm about to ask her to repeat herself, when, as if reading my mind, she does it anyway.
"I like you too, Gordo," She repeats, more confident than last time. Oh, Lord, I love this girl!
Before I know it, I'm leaning into her of my own accord now, but so slowly, almost as if time itself has taken a vacation.
I watch Lizzie close her eyes in anticipation, and suddenly, I freeze.
What if I'm no good at kissing? What if I take too long? What if I don't take long enough?
I've only ever done this once. What is she expecting from me? Will this change everything between us? Do I want that to happen? What if there's no spark? Will we go back to being 'just friends'?
All those thoughts run through my heads in a matter of seconds, but it's long enough.
Lizzie opens her eyes and looks at me. Confusion and embarrassment clear on her face. And something else, too. Hurt, maybe? God, I can't do it.
"I-I'll see you, tomorrow? I'll uh, meet you here, five-ish?" No, no, no, no. I can see her pleading with me silently. Begging me not to leave her, at least not yet. But, I just can't. I'm not ready. I couldn't handle it if she rejected me, especially when things are going so well already. I need time to prepare.
"Yeah, five sounds good." Her voice is so calm, the complete opposite of her face, which is dancing with an array of emotions, all leading to one thing. No, can't do it. Can't do it.
And again, as if time has slowed down, I guiltily start walking away from her. My best friend. What else can I do? Stand there and look like an idiot? I don't think so.
I can hear an audible sigh escape her lips behind me, but I don't stop. And I definitely don't turn around.
"Gordo," she calls out as I'm nearing the footpath. She sounds so desperate, and I can't help but turn around. Part of me is glad for the opportunity to stay a little while longer. The other part just wants to run like hell.
"Wait. I-I want to...." she pauses, and I find myself moving closer to her. Damn my traitorous legs. But then, she's moving too, meeting me halfway.
Before I can say anything, she brushes her lips tentatively against my own. It doesn't seem like a real kiss. More, something along the lines of a test kiss, whatever that means. But wow, I'm glad she did. Electricity flows throughout my whole body starting where our lips touched.
I've never felt like this before. Granted, I've never had any opportunities, but I don't need them. I know she's the one.
The One, how stupid does that sound? But it's true. From the moment we first hugged, first spoke to each other, first laid eyes on each other; I knew. I knew that she would be the one I would grow old with. It frightened me then, but now, I don't want anything else.
I keep my eyes closed, just to savour the sensations from the two-second kiss. I know she's opened her eyes already, and I'll join her soon, just a few more seconds....
But before I can, I feel her lean in again. This time, it's longer, and I have more time to react.
Instinctively, as if I was born to do this, I wrap my arms around her tiny waist, holding her tightly and protectively to me.
I can't help but feel that this is all a dream, some wonderful dream that I'm bound to wake up from. If it is, I hope God lets me rest a little while longer.
This is Heaven. It's everything I thought it would be, and more. Her lips are soft and wet against mine, teasing me with their sweetness.
Still holding her tightly to me, I feel her arms come to wrap around my neck, leaning in closer, if that's at all possible.
This is where I want to be, always and forever. If I had any say, I would prefer it if we stayed like this for eternity.
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. But thankfully, that end doesn't seem to be appearing anytime soon.
I love my life, and I love Lizzie. And I can't wait to see what they both have in store for me next. ________________________________________________________________________
A/N: I hoped you enjoyed that. Yay, I love Gordo & Lizzie!!! Hehe. Anyway, I'm not sure when the next chapter will be put up. Don't expect it to be for a while. After all, I didn't know I was continuing with this until three days ago.
Please, if you have a second to spare, tell me what you thought of it. I'd really like the make my future Lizzie fics better, and I can only do that with your help.
Well, that's it from me, thanks for reading, and God Bless.