author's notes: you guys rock, thanks for reviewing my story. i can't believe people are even reading this. i'm so glad you guys like it! i love lizzie and gordo so much..oh my gosh. i love reading it, i love writing it. anyways, i REALLY like this chapter and i really wanted to keep going, but it was getting kinda long. so i might continue and post chapter five tomorrow morning or later tonight, who knows. but i'm in a really big writing mood right now. i really hope you guys like this chapter, i think it's my favorite so far..anyways, i'll just let you guys read it. i really hope you like it.
"Miranda, are you kidding me? I can't tell Lizzie that I love her! She'll freak! She'll..well, bad things will happen. And I mean that. Do you know how weird that's going to sound? How am I supposed to even say something like that? How do you expect me to bring that up?" Gordo rambled nervously.
Miranda sighed loudly and with an exasperated tone. "Well, the way you're going about it now isn't right, Gordo. She has no idea that you like her, she's convinced you're in love with someone else. Absolutely convinced. Gordo, you have to either tell her, or move on. Find someone else if you can't tell Lizzie."
Gordo was silent for a moment. "Do you know how hard it would be to get over her?"
"You have to do something, Gordo. Something." Gordo heard a voice in the background on Miranda's end. "I have to go, sorry. My mother needs to use the phone. You'll think of something. Just do it fast! Good luck," Miranda said, and then hung up the phone.
He sighed, and then hung up the phone. She'd only told him exactly what he knew he had to do. But how on earth would he clue Lizzie in to his feelings? Gordo ran his fingers through his curly brown hair, feeling completely hopeless.
At once, Gordo smiled as an idea came into his head.
He grabbed his videocamera and put a fresh video tape in it, turning it on and facing it towards himself. He began to speak, slowly and with words more heartfelt then he'd ever spoken to anyone in his life.
Minutes after hanging up the phone with her female best friend, Lizzie collapsed on her bed, having no idea what to do. It was eight at night now, and she was also alone. Her parents had taken Matt out to a movie, but Lizzie hadn't wanted to go, so she'd stayed home instead.
Lizzie didn't really need to be alone right now, but she had no idea where she could go. Eight fifteen, and she was at home without a drivers liscence and no one to drive her anywhere. Quickly brushing her hair, she got ready to go out for a walk, seeing where her mind would take her.
She sat down on her bed to tie her shoes. Lizzie cried out in pain as she sat down on something hard and pointed. Clutching her backside, she got up and felt around to see what she had sat on. It was a CD, white and unlabeled. Lizzie looked at it, examining it closely.
After looking at the CD, she found a name on it. The CD on the inside said nothing except the five letters that continually haunted Lizzie's thoughts. Gordo. Lizzie looked at it, puzzled. Gordo must have forgot it there the last time he was over.
Acting on a whim, Lizzie grabbed her purse and shoved Gordo's CD into it. At least now she had an excuse to see him if she by "accident" ended up in front of the Gordon house.
Lizzie went downstairs and out the front door, leaving a note on her kitchen table telling her family that she was going out for a walk to Gordo's house and that she'd be back soon. Locking the door behind her, Lizzie fought the hot, salty tears that fought to drip down her warm cheeks, remembering the things Gordo had said to her again and again, replaying the scene in her mind.
She fought for those images to leave her mind.
Lizzie walked down the empty street towards Gordo's house, kicking at the dirty pavement beneath her feet. It was a cold, dreary night and the skies threatened Lizzie with a downpour of rain and a thunderstorm. Thinking back to that morning, she'd heard someone say that there was a sixty percent chance of precipitation in the forecast for today, and she quickened her pace.
It obviously wasn't fast enough, and the rain began to pour down on Lizzie. Cars whizzed past, and Lizzie's tears mixed with the rain pouring down from the sky, soaking her clothes and her hair.
At the same time, Gordo was sitting at his desk, playing with the videotape he'd just used in his videocamera. He could hear thunder crashing and see the lightning flashes outside the window beside his chair. He moved his chair over to the window and stared out, opening the window a crack so that he could smell the air heavy with rain. He loved the smell of the air when it rained, he remembered discussing it with Lizzie one night. They both hated storms. Gordo hoped Lizzie wasn't at home alone by herself right now. He'd give anything to be with her at that very moment.
Gordo blinked. He could see a female figure walking on the street opposite his house. Looking closer, Gordo couldn't see the face of the person. All he could see was that she was a brunette, and that reminded him of Lizzie. Lizzie, who'd dyed her hair brown earlier that year.
He wasn't sure what to do, but a minute later she disappeared from Gordo's view. He sighed, disappointed. She was gone. Remembering that it probably wasn't Lizzie, just some girl with brown hair, Gordo closed the window with a bang and turned back to his desk. He jumped as the doorbell rang seconds later.
Gordo walked downstairs towards the front door cautiously. Something had told him that this time, he just had to go open the door, although he didn't usually when he was at home alone. That something was staring at him when he opened the door.
The soaked brunette he'd seen outside his window was standing at his door. Gordo stared at her, blankly, unable to speak. After a few uncomfortable moments, Gordo stammered, "Lizzie?"
Lizzie looked down at her shoes. "I don't really know what I'm doing here."
Gordo paused. "You're always welcome here, Lizzie." He touched her arm, urging her to come inside. "You're soaked. Did you walk all the way here from your house?"
Lizzie nodded, wordlessly. "I found a CD of yours in my bedroom, so I brought it back for you. I didn't remember that it was going to start raining." Lizzie pulled an unlabeled white CD from her purse, and Gordo took it slowly, avoiding touching her fingers on the CD.
Gordo set the CD down on the couch in his living room. He didn't really know what to say to her. "I'll go get you a towel so you can dry off, I guess." Gordo set off towards the linen closet, where the family kept their towels. Lizzie followed Gordo, trailing close behind.
He reached up into the closet and pulled out a few towels, turning around quickly and ending up face to face with Lizzie. The two friends both blushed, and Lizzie stared into Gordo's eyes, and then quickly turned her gaze away and turned away wordlessly, walking towards the bathroom to dry herself off.
Gordo took a seat at the table, not knowing what to do. He put his head in his hands, listening to the rain pound against the windows. The storm raged on, lightning flashing throughout his dim living room. Suddenly, the lights flickered, and went out.
Sighing, Gordo got up and stumbled around in the kitchen, looking for the drawer that contained the candles. He found a few, and lit them, placing them all over his living room and kitchen, illuminating the house slightly.
Lizzie emerged from the bathroom, a confused look overtaking her pretty face. "What happened?"
Gordo shrugged. "The power's probably out. That's a pretty nasty storm, I'd say."
Lizzie stopped in her tracks. Gordo was sitting on the couch, staring at the wall. Lizzie could see his troubled blue eyes and the features of his face, illuminated softly by the candles he'd lit and placed around the room.
"Maybe I should get home," Lizzie suggested, nervously. She didn't really want to go, but she was sure that Gordo didn't really want her here, after all that had happened between them and the way she had been acting lately.
"No." Gordo said it affirmingly, finally looking at Lizzie. He gestured for her to come and sit down beside him. As Lizzie walked towards him slowly, he grabbed a blanket from beside the couch. "You should just stay here for awhile until it clears up. Then I'll drive you home, or something."
Lizzie nodded, not really wanting to leave. She wanted to be with Gordo. She'd rather be here with her best friend, even if he'd never be anything more than that, then at home alone or even with her family.
Gordo sat at one end of the couch. Lizzie sat down at the other end, distancing the two of them. "Gordo, I.." Lizzie paused. "Gordo, I have to talk to you about something." Lizzie's face was downcast, and her eyes looked sad.
"I have to talk to you about something too." Gordo paused, waiting to see if Lizzie was going to continue.
Lizzie took a deep breath and spoke. "Listen, I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry I got so weird, I didn't really know what came over me. I've just been having a really hard time lately. Everything has been so strange with Miranda gone and all, I just miss her a lot." Lizzie stopped.
"And then you tell me you've gone and fallen for some girl, and it's like I've lost you too. You know? Miranda's gone, and you've found some girl you like. It's like all of the sudden I don't have anyone to turn to. I already missed Miranda, and after you confessed that you like someone to me, it was just like I was losing you too. I'd have to miss you and Miranda, and I don't think I could really handle that." Tears glistened in Lizzie's eyes as she spoke. "I love your friendship so much, and I didn't want to lose it for anything. I already feel like I've lost Miranda."
Even as Lizzie spoke those words, she debated whether or not she should tell Gordo how she really felt about him. Finally, she decided to leave her feelings for him out of it and simply give him that much of an explanation.
Gordo breathed a sigh of somewhat relief. He took the information in, and it seemed to make sense. When it registered in his mind, Gordo realized that she hadn't said anything about feeling any differently towards him. 'I love your friendship,' she'd said. His friendship. She didn't want anything more.
Gordo sighed out loud, and decided to act on his thoughts anyways. He couldn't hide it from her any longer. Gathering up his courage, he got up from the couch and walked upstairs, returning seconds later with the videotape in his hand. He sat back down, closer to Lizzie, and handed her the tape.
She examined it, hoping for a clue as to what it was. Turning it over, she glanced at the label on it. "To Lizzie. Love, Gordo," it stated simply. 'Love, Gordo'? Lizzie turned the idea over in her head. Love. That was not just 'from Gordo'.
"I want you to watch that when you get home," Gordo said. "By yourself." He wouldn't say anything more about the tape, and Lizzie didn't press on about it, knowing that she would just have to wait until she got home.
Lizzie hadn't noticed that he'd sat down closer to her this time when he came back, but she did now. She could smell his distinctive Gordo smell, and she breathed it in. He was inches away from her. Lizzie slowly slid closer to him.
Gordo watched as Lizzie shifted positions beside him. Using the courage he'd gathered minutes ago, he raised his arm and put it around her shoulders, gently pulling her in closer to him. She looked surprised for a minute, and then began to smile slightly, resting her head on his shoulders. Gordo put his head on top of hers gently, and she let her arm fall to rest around his waist.
Gordo could hardly breathe, they were so close. He'd never been this close to his best friend before. He'd never really been this close to anyone, and he found that there was no one he wanted to be close to as much as the person who was beside him right then and there.
Lizzie shared Gordo's sentiments, and the chemistry between the two best friends was something more than either person had ever felt in their lives. They laid there in silence, enjoying each other's presence, not having to speak any of the feelings that were inside them at that moment.
Gordo fell asleep quickly, his breathing became regular and peaceful. Lizzie gazed up at him, his long and dark eyelashes grazing his cheeks, and his dark brown hair falling onto her straight and silky light brown hair. Soon, she too fell asleep and the pair laid there for hours, never wanting to move from each others side ever again. Neither of them knew that the other felt exactly the same and how completely in tune they were with each other. They both shared the bliss, they both felt the chemistry. And they didn't try to stop the emotion. They wished this night would never end.
"Miranda, are you kidding me? I can't tell Lizzie that I love her! She'll freak! She'll..well, bad things will happen. And I mean that. Do you know how weird that's going to sound? How am I supposed to even say something like that? How do you expect me to bring that up?" Gordo rambled nervously.
Miranda sighed loudly and with an exasperated tone. "Well, the way you're going about it now isn't right, Gordo. She has no idea that you like her, she's convinced you're in love with someone else. Absolutely convinced. Gordo, you have to either tell her, or move on. Find someone else if you can't tell Lizzie."
Gordo was silent for a moment. "Do you know how hard it would be to get over her?"
"You have to do something, Gordo. Something." Gordo heard a voice in the background on Miranda's end. "I have to go, sorry. My mother needs to use the phone. You'll think of something. Just do it fast! Good luck," Miranda said, and then hung up the phone.
He sighed, and then hung up the phone. She'd only told him exactly what he knew he had to do. But how on earth would he clue Lizzie in to his feelings? Gordo ran his fingers through his curly brown hair, feeling completely hopeless.
At once, Gordo smiled as an idea came into his head.
He grabbed his videocamera and put a fresh video tape in it, turning it on and facing it towards himself. He began to speak, slowly and with words more heartfelt then he'd ever spoken to anyone in his life.
Minutes after hanging up the phone with her female best friend, Lizzie collapsed on her bed, having no idea what to do. It was eight at night now, and she was also alone. Her parents had taken Matt out to a movie, but Lizzie hadn't wanted to go, so she'd stayed home instead.
Lizzie didn't really need to be alone right now, but she had no idea where she could go. Eight fifteen, and she was at home without a drivers liscence and no one to drive her anywhere. Quickly brushing her hair, she got ready to go out for a walk, seeing where her mind would take her.
She sat down on her bed to tie her shoes. Lizzie cried out in pain as she sat down on something hard and pointed. Clutching her backside, she got up and felt around to see what she had sat on. It was a CD, white and unlabeled. Lizzie looked at it, examining it closely.
After looking at the CD, she found a name on it. The CD on the inside said nothing except the five letters that continually haunted Lizzie's thoughts. Gordo. Lizzie looked at it, puzzled. Gordo must have forgot it there the last time he was over.
Acting on a whim, Lizzie grabbed her purse and shoved Gordo's CD into it. At least now she had an excuse to see him if she by "accident" ended up in front of the Gordon house.
Lizzie went downstairs and out the front door, leaving a note on her kitchen table telling her family that she was going out for a walk to Gordo's house and that she'd be back soon. Locking the door behind her, Lizzie fought the hot, salty tears that fought to drip down her warm cheeks, remembering the things Gordo had said to her again and again, replaying the scene in her mind.
She fought for those images to leave her mind.
Lizzie walked down the empty street towards Gordo's house, kicking at the dirty pavement beneath her feet. It was a cold, dreary night and the skies threatened Lizzie with a downpour of rain and a thunderstorm. Thinking back to that morning, she'd heard someone say that there was a sixty percent chance of precipitation in the forecast for today, and she quickened her pace.
It obviously wasn't fast enough, and the rain began to pour down on Lizzie. Cars whizzed past, and Lizzie's tears mixed with the rain pouring down from the sky, soaking her clothes and her hair.
At the same time, Gordo was sitting at his desk, playing with the videotape he'd just used in his videocamera. He could hear thunder crashing and see the lightning flashes outside the window beside his chair. He moved his chair over to the window and stared out, opening the window a crack so that he could smell the air heavy with rain. He loved the smell of the air when it rained, he remembered discussing it with Lizzie one night. They both hated storms. Gordo hoped Lizzie wasn't at home alone by herself right now. He'd give anything to be with her at that very moment.
Gordo blinked. He could see a female figure walking on the street opposite his house. Looking closer, Gordo couldn't see the face of the person. All he could see was that she was a brunette, and that reminded him of Lizzie. Lizzie, who'd dyed her hair brown earlier that year.
He wasn't sure what to do, but a minute later she disappeared from Gordo's view. He sighed, disappointed. She was gone. Remembering that it probably wasn't Lizzie, just some girl with brown hair, Gordo closed the window with a bang and turned back to his desk. He jumped as the doorbell rang seconds later.
Gordo walked downstairs towards the front door cautiously. Something had told him that this time, he just had to go open the door, although he didn't usually when he was at home alone. That something was staring at him when he opened the door.
The soaked brunette he'd seen outside his window was standing at his door. Gordo stared at her, blankly, unable to speak. After a few uncomfortable moments, Gordo stammered, "Lizzie?"
Lizzie looked down at her shoes. "I don't really know what I'm doing here."
Gordo paused. "You're always welcome here, Lizzie." He touched her arm, urging her to come inside. "You're soaked. Did you walk all the way here from your house?"
Lizzie nodded, wordlessly. "I found a CD of yours in my bedroom, so I brought it back for you. I didn't remember that it was going to start raining." Lizzie pulled an unlabeled white CD from her purse, and Gordo took it slowly, avoiding touching her fingers on the CD.
Gordo set the CD down on the couch in his living room. He didn't really know what to say to her. "I'll go get you a towel so you can dry off, I guess." Gordo set off towards the linen closet, where the family kept their towels. Lizzie followed Gordo, trailing close behind.
He reached up into the closet and pulled out a few towels, turning around quickly and ending up face to face with Lizzie. The two friends both blushed, and Lizzie stared into Gordo's eyes, and then quickly turned her gaze away and turned away wordlessly, walking towards the bathroom to dry herself off.
Gordo took a seat at the table, not knowing what to do. He put his head in his hands, listening to the rain pound against the windows. The storm raged on, lightning flashing throughout his dim living room. Suddenly, the lights flickered, and went out.
Sighing, Gordo got up and stumbled around in the kitchen, looking for the drawer that contained the candles. He found a few, and lit them, placing them all over his living room and kitchen, illuminating the house slightly.
Lizzie emerged from the bathroom, a confused look overtaking her pretty face. "What happened?"
Gordo shrugged. "The power's probably out. That's a pretty nasty storm, I'd say."
Lizzie stopped in her tracks. Gordo was sitting on the couch, staring at the wall. Lizzie could see his troubled blue eyes and the features of his face, illuminated softly by the candles he'd lit and placed around the room.
"Maybe I should get home," Lizzie suggested, nervously. She didn't really want to go, but she was sure that Gordo didn't really want her here, after all that had happened between them and the way she had been acting lately.
"No." Gordo said it affirmingly, finally looking at Lizzie. He gestured for her to come and sit down beside him. As Lizzie walked towards him slowly, he grabbed a blanket from beside the couch. "You should just stay here for awhile until it clears up. Then I'll drive you home, or something."
Lizzie nodded, not really wanting to leave. She wanted to be with Gordo. She'd rather be here with her best friend, even if he'd never be anything more than that, then at home alone or even with her family.
Gordo sat at one end of the couch. Lizzie sat down at the other end, distancing the two of them. "Gordo, I.." Lizzie paused. "Gordo, I have to talk to you about something." Lizzie's face was downcast, and her eyes looked sad.
"I have to talk to you about something too." Gordo paused, waiting to see if Lizzie was going to continue.
Lizzie took a deep breath and spoke. "Listen, I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry I got so weird, I didn't really know what came over me. I've just been having a really hard time lately. Everything has been so strange with Miranda gone and all, I just miss her a lot." Lizzie stopped.
"And then you tell me you've gone and fallen for some girl, and it's like I've lost you too. You know? Miranda's gone, and you've found some girl you like. It's like all of the sudden I don't have anyone to turn to. I already missed Miranda, and after you confessed that you like someone to me, it was just like I was losing you too. I'd have to miss you and Miranda, and I don't think I could really handle that." Tears glistened in Lizzie's eyes as she spoke. "I love your friendship so much, and I didn't want to lose it for anything. I already feel like I've lost Miranda."
Even as Lizzie spoke those words, she debated whether or not she should tell Gordo how she really felt about him. Finally, she decided to leave her feelings for him out of it and simply give him that much of an explanation.
Gordo breathed a sigh of somewhat relief. He took the information in, and it seemed to make sense. When it registered in his mind, Gordo realized that she hadn't said anything about feeling any differently towards him. 'I love your friendship,' she'd said. His friendship. She didn't want anything more.
Gordo sighed out loud, and decided to act on his thoughts anyways. He couldn't hide it from her any longer. Gathering up his courage, he got up from the couch and walked upstairs, returning seconds later with the videotape in his hand. He sat back down, closer to Lizzie, and handed her the tape.
She examined it, hoping for a clue as to what it was. Turning it over, she glanced at the label on it. "To Lizzie. Love, Gordo," it stated simply. 'Love, Gordo'? Lizzie turned the idea over in her head. Love. That was not just 'from Gordo'.
"I want you to watch that when you get home," Gordo said. "By yourself." He wouldn't say anything more about the tape, and Lizzie didn't press on about it, knowing that she would just have to wait until she got home.
Lizzie hadn't noticed that he'd sat down closer to her this time when he came back, but she did now. She could smell his distinctive Gordo smell, and she breathed it in. He was inches away from her. Lizzie slowly slid closer to him.
Gordo watched as Lizzie shifted positions beside him. Using the courage he'd gathered minutes ago, he raised his arm and put it around her shoulders, gently pulling her in closer to him. She looked surprised for a minute, and then began to smile slightly, resting her head on his shoulders. Gordo put his head on top of hers gently, and she let her arm fall to rest around his waist.
Gordo could hardly breathe, they were so close. He'd never been this close to his best friend before. He'd never really been this close to anyone, and he found that there was no one he wanted to be close to as much as the person who was beside him right then and there.
Lizzie shared Gordo's sentiments, and the chemistry between the two best friends was something more than either person had ever felt in their lives. They laid there in silence, enjoying each other's presence, not having to speak any of the feelings that were inside them at that moment.
Gordo fell asleep quickly, his breathing became regular and peaceful. Lizzie gazed up at him, his long and dark eyelashes grazing his cheeks, and his dark brown hair falling onto her straight and silky light brown hair. Soon, she too fell asleep and the pair laid there for hours, never wanting to move from each others side ever again. Neither of them knew that the other felt exactly the same and how completely in tune they were with each other. They both shared the bliss, they both felt the chemistry. And they didn't try to stop the emotion. They wished this night would never end.