Chapter Three: The Plan
A/N: Tee hee... I wanna dedicate this story to Simpy Cup and Teddy, our soccer coaches... not because they made us play hard, not because they gave us good tips, but because they were like older brothers to us, and they really showed us that even if you lose (which we lost every game of the season except one), you can still have fun. We make fun of each other, and don't really care... and now that soccer season is all over :*(, I'd like to say hey to everyone who made this season really special; Jeff Simpson (Simpy Cup), Jeff Hennis (Teddy), Annie (Martini Glass), Carrick (Bunky), Allie (Jinx), Brit (Edgim), Meg (Monkey or Mitch Lover), Natasha (Gnat), Emily (Kernsie or Big Foot), Sarah (Uh... Sarah), Emmy (Mad Dog), and Sasha (Falcon). Sippy Cup Du A'ight to all of you! My family away from a family!
I'm guessing this isn't much of a hit... oh, well. I never thought it would be anyway. But I'm glad you guys like it... I was afraid it would be too weird. Sorry there isn't that much L/G yet... there will be a lot later, promise! It's just that if you have an all-fluff story, it gets sort of boring. You have to work up to it, create a plot. So just wait... like maybe chapter five or six. Until then, you'll have to deal with Gordo swooning over Lizzie.
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Lizzie's POV
If it wasn't for Gordo, I would've probably bawled my eyes out for about the month or so. He just had a way with me... the first time Ronnie dumped me, he was there. And now... he still had my back. It was amazing that we didn't fight all that much. I mean, Miranda and I had lots of fights... but I could only remember fighting with Gordo maybe three or four times. And it didn't even last that long. It was just something to think about... it was odd. Were we honestly that close?
But even though I wasn't sad, I was still raving mad about him dumping me. Especially when I didn't do anything at all. He said that he couldn't "handle a relationship...". Yeah, sure. He'd dated many girls before, I knew from more than one source. Why was it that he didn't have any trouble "handling a relationship" with them, but it "didn't work" with me? What was wrong?
I spent about a week like that, pacing back and forth, wondering what possessed him to dump me... and how I could get him back.
I mean, sure, Ronnie was an idiot, but I needed him. Like, I hated him, but he was like a brother to me. Without him life wouldn't be complete... or something. It was sort of hard to explain... But for whatever the reason, I needed him and somehow had to get him back.
At first, I thought of numerous ways... crying whenever I was near him, ask him out, act all depressed all of the time... and none of them seemed right. Until I remembered Ronnie's number one weakness.
Jealousy.
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Gordo's POV
"Gordo, Gordo!" I heard as soon as I picked up the receiver. "Guess what?"
It was Lizzie. She seemed really excited about something, but I couldn't tell what. She seemed as if she were jumping up and down, trying to contain her enthusiasm as she grinned. I could picture it... she was so beautiful. I loved it when she was perky.
"What?" I said, pretending to be bored, but actually thrilled to hear her little 'surprise'.
"Wow, Gordo, you seem so *excited*." Lizzie pouted, probably frowning.
I chuckled, imagining her face again. "What is it?"
"Okay..." She took a deep breath. "I know how to get Ronnie back!"
I raised both eyebrows.
Ronnie back? Again? After what he had done to her, not once, but *twice*, she still wanted to get him back? How many times did this have to happen before she finally found out that Ronnie was not the guy for her? About a hundred or so?
That's one thing I really didn't like about Lizzie was that she was so clueless sometimes that it wasn't even funny. It was stupid how she didn't see me, standing right below her nose, always admiring her, my eyes begging for a chance... but saw this guy who had no interest in her whatsoever, and was a complete waste of time and was just an all-around loser. I didn't get it. Lizzie may be a blonde, but she wasn't dumb.
Then why was she letting this happen to her repeatedly?
It was like a cycle. Lizzie falls for a guy, he dates her for a while, then dumps her, she comes running to me, I comfort her (even though I have the urge to yell at her), then what does she do? Does it again and again. My lord, it was getting so annoying. But I was her friend, and I couldn't let her know all of that.
So I have her the typical response. "How?"
"Well, Gordo... you're involved." She said, and I was pretty sure she was bouncing off the walls by then.
Oh no. "What do I have to do?" I asked, my heart beating faster than it had ever done so in the past.
"Um... see, I have to make Ronnie jealous that I have a boyfriend... and well, uh... I need you to be my boyfriend." She said quietly. "I mean, *play* my boyfriend until he finally breaks down and we make up and everything. Then I'll dump you."
I blinked. Did she have any idea on how wrong and rude and insensitive that was? 'Yeah, okay, so you pretend to be my boyfriend and then I dump you. Who cares if you're hopelessly in love with me? I need you to get my pointless idiotic moron of a boyfriend back so I can come crying to you later.' It was sp hurtful... as if she only kept me as a friend so she could use me to play her boyfriend whenever she needed it.
"That sounds kind of..." I started, but she cut me off.
"-like a lie? No, not really..." She paused for a few seconds. "Gordo, *puleeeeeese*?"
I shook my head, but then remembered that she couldn't see me. And I was about to say no when I remembered her eyes, pleading, begging, so wantful... she needed me. *Me*. As if that would happen more than once in a lifetime.
And plus, I'd get a bonus... I'd get to flirt with her, wrap my arm around her waist, and maybe-maybe even kiss her. I mean, sure, it would mean nothing to her, but to me... I'd be in pure haven.
This was a great opportunity, and I couldn't just let it slip like that. Maybe, if I tried hard enough, I could convince her not go chasing after guys like Ronnie, and maybe she'd get the message. Maybe she'd like me back!
'Dream on, Gordon.'
"Fine." I said, sighing. "I'll do it."
A/N: Tee hee... I wanna dedicate this story to Simpy Cup and Teddy, our soccer coaches... not because they made us play hard, not because they gave us good tips, but because they were like older brothers to us, and they really showed us that even if you lose (which we lost every game of the season except one), you can still have fun. We make fun of each other, and don't really care... and now that soccer season is all over :*(, I'd like to say hey to everyone who made this season really special; Jeff Simpson (Simpy Cup), Jeff Hennis (Teddy), Annie (Martini Glass), Carrick (Bunky), Allie (Jinx), Brit (Edgim), Meg (Monkey or Mitch Lover), Natasha (Gnat), Emily (Kernsie or Big Foot), Sarah (Uh... Sarah), Emmy (Mad Dog), and Sasha (Falcon). Sippy Cup Du A'ight to all of you! My family away from a family!
I'm guessing this isn't much of a hit... oh, well. I never thought it would be anyway. But I'm glad you guys like it... I was afraid it would be too weird. Sorry there isn't that much L/G yet... there will be a lot later, promise! It's just that if you have an all-fluff story, it gets sort of boring. You have to work up to it, create a plot. So just wait... like maybe chapter five or six. Until then, you'll have to deal with Gordo swooning over Lizzie.
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Lizzie's POV
If it wasn't for Gordo, I would've probably bawled my eyes out for about the month or so. He just had a way with me... the first time Ronnie dumped me, he was there. And now... he still had my back. It was amazing that we didn't fight all that much. I mean, Miranda and I had lots of fights... but I could only remember fighting with Gordo maybe three or four times. And it didn't even last that long. It was just something to think about... it was odd. Were we honestly that close?
But even though I wasn't sad, I was still raving mad about him dumping me. Especially when I didn't do anything at all. He said that he couldn't "handle a relationship...". Yeah, sure. He'd dated many girls before, I knew from more than one source. Why was it that he didn't have any trouble "handling a relationship" with them, but it "didn't work" with me? What was wrong?
I spent about a week like that, pacing back and forth, wondering what possessed him to dump me... and how I could get him back.
I mean, sure, Ronnie was an idiot, but I needed him. Like, I hated him, but he was like a brother to me. Without him life wouldn't be complete... or something. It was sort of hard to explain... But for whatever the reason, I needed him and somehow had to get him back.
At first, I thought of numerous ways... crying whenever I was near him, ask him out, act all depressed all of the time... and none of them seemed right. Until I remembered Ronnie's number one weakness.
Jealousy.
***
Gordo's POV
"Gordo, Gordo!" I heard as soon as I picked up the receiver. "Guess what?"
It was Lizzie. She seemed really excited about something, but I couldn't tell what. She seemed as if she were jumping up and down, trying to contain her enthusiasm as she grinned. I could picture it... she was so beautiful. I loved it when she was perky.
"What?" I said, pretending to be bored, but actually thrilled to hear her little 'surprise'.
"Wow, Gordo, you seem so *excited*." Lizzie pouted, probably frowning.
I chuckled, imagining her face again. "What is it?"
"Okay..." She took a deep breath. "I know how to get Ronnie back!"
I raised both eyebrows.
Ronnie back? Again? After what he had done to her, not once, but *twice*, she still wanted to get him back? How many times did this have to happen before she finally found out that Ronnie was not the guy for her? About a hundred or so?
That's one thing I really didn't like about Lizzie was that she was so clueless sometimes that it wasn't even funny. It was stupid how she didn't see me, standing right below her nose, always admiring her, my eyes begging for a chance... but saw this guy who had no interest in her whatsoever, and was a complete waste of time and was just an all-around loser. I didn't get it. Lizzie may be a blonde, but she wasn't dumb.
Then why was she letting this happen to her repeatedly?
It was like a cycle. Lizzie falls for a guy, he dates her for a while, then dumps her, she comes running to me, I comfort her (even though I have the urge to yell at her), then what does she do? Does it again and again. My lord, it was getting so annoying. But I was her friend, and I couldn't let her know all of that.
So I have her the typical response. "How?"
"Well, Gordo... you're involved." She said, and I was pretty sure she was bouncing off the walls by then.
Oh no. "What do I have to do?" I asked, my heart beating faster than it had ever done so in the past.
"Um... see, I have to make Ronnie jealous that I have a boyfriend... and well, uh... I need you to be my boyfriend." She said quietly. "I mean, *play* my boyfriend until he finally breaks down and we make up and everything. Then I'll dump you."
I blinked. Did she have any idea on how wrong and rude and insensitive that was? 'Yeah, okay, so you pretend to be my boyfriend and then I dump you. Who cares if you're hopelessly in love with me? I need you to get my pointless idiotic moron of a boyfriend back so I can come crying to you later.' It was sp hurtful... as if she only kept me as a friend so she could use me to play her boyfriend whenever she needed it.
"That sounds kind of..." I started, but she cut me off.
"-like a lie? No, not really..." She paused for a few seconds. "Gordo, *puleeeeeese*?"
I shook my head, but then remembered that she couldn't see me. And I was about to say no when I remembered her eyes, pleading, begging, so wantful... she needed me. *Me*. As if that would happen more than once in a lifetime.
And plus, I'd get a bonus... I'd get to flirt with her, wrap my arm around her waist, and maybe-maybe even kiss her. I mean, sure, it would mean nothing to her, but to me... I'd be in pure haven.
This was a great opportunity, and I couldn't just let it slip like that. Maybe, if I tried hard enough, I could convince her not go chasing after guys like Ronnie, and maybe she'd get the message. Maybe she'd like me back!
'Dream on, Gordon.'
"Fine." I said, sighing. "I'll do it."