Chapter Six: The Love Connection
A/N: I'm so glad people like this! It's confusing and all... but yay! You *can* love someone and still hate them at the same time. I mean, look at Gordo. Lizzie keeps using him and using him, and yet he loves her. Love is complicated that way...
I'm really sorry I haven't updated a lot of my stories yet. I'm kind of stuck... but I will write. Soon. I have both the 12th and the 19th off, so that really helps. Maybe I'll get two of this story's chapters up, and one of Tale of he McGuire Gordons... I put this chapter off for a long time, but I have a reason! We had to get our computer cleaned out, uh-huh, and that left me computerless for two weeks so I did all my work on laptops, saving stuff on disks and blah blah...
Sorry I didn't write much over break, I wanted to finish Behind Every Smile There's A Broken Heart. (If you haven't read that yet, go check it out... I'm working really hard on it!!) I only have one more chapter to write, but the last one's always the biggest, longest, and hardest one to write.
I've noticed that a lot of you doubt that I'm only eleven. I don't know if I should take that as an insult or a compliment... but I really AM eleven, and it gets on my nerves when people think I'm lying about my age. I'll be twelve soon, though! February 19th... send me happy birthday e-mails now!
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Lizzie's POV
I pressed the ice cream to the roof of my mouth and giggled. "I think this is working, Gordo!"
He smiled at me lightly and sighed. "Why do you want him back, Lizzie? If he's so mean to you?" He shrugged. "You're so beautiful, and so kind... I bet there are millions of guys out there that deserve you, and Ronnie Jacobs isn't one of them."
Beautiful? Kind? Really?
I frowned. "I don't know, Gordo... it's like... well..."
"Lizzie, that was a rhetorical question. It doesn't require an answer." He smiled again and leaned over. "So, what do you wanna do now?" He whispered into my ear.
I blinked. Wow, his eyes were so... blue. Clear. Like he had never told a lie in fourteen years. It was so weird... they were luring me. Tempting me to do something I would've never done in a normal state. But his eyes put me in a trance, and before I knew it, I was kissing Gordo again.
What was I doing? And more importantly, why? Was I crazy?
I didn't care. His lips were tender, and left a tingle that lingered upon mine for a while. He tasted like vanilla, on account of the shake we had ordered. How come I hadn't felt this before? He started nibbling on my lip and I shivered. This guy knew how to kiss... really well. It wasn't like anything I had ever experienced before. When I kissed Ronnie, my mind was wandering about on other things, and I didn't give it a second thought. But this... I was so focused on him. And me.
Was I really doing this because I wanted Ronnie back? Or was it something else? Something like... I couldn't even say it. No way I liked Gordo. No way. If I did like him, then what about the first kiss? What about that? How come I hadn't felt anything then? I mean, even *if* I liked him, hypothetically of course, I would've felt magic the first time, not only now.
I giggled as he run his fingers through my hair- but only because I wanted Ronnie to think I was enjoying this. Right? Right. Not because I liked the feeling. Who would like it if your best friend was making out with you? I slipped my fingers into his hair... for more effect. It looked so real...
Maybe because it was.
It was insane, to like your best friend. Absolutely loco. But I couldn't help it... his lips were so tender, and him caressing my hair like that was like heaven. I knew that my thoughts were safe inside my mind, but I felt somewhat... guilty... ashamed... or something. I shouldn't like him. I couldn't. Liking two guys at once is like... two-timing. It's wrong.
Wrong.
Gordo let go and inhaled a huge gulp of air. "He's jealous." He informed me.
I grinned. "Yes!"
"Do have to keep doing this now?" He asked.
I frowned. He didn't want to act like my boyfriend? He didn't savor each moment that we spent together? He didn't want to kiss me? He didn't like me? What had I done wrong?
"Yes!" I said, exasperated. "I mean... until he cracks."
"He looks like he's already cracked." He pointed out, slurping the smoothie. "Before you know it, he'll be back here, begging on his knees..."
"Gordo, just shut up and kiss me."
"WHAT!?" His eyes were wide. "I never thought I would hear that coming out of your mouth, or any girl's mouth, for that matter."
"What, Gordo, you don't think you're attractive enough to get a girlfriend?" I asked, twirling my straw around my finger. I didn't give him the chance to answer. "But you are. You're very attractive, Gordo. One look at you and a girl could melt. Then if she got attracted by your mystically alluring charm, poof, you would have a girlfriend."
His jaw dropped. "You really think so?"
I licked my lips. I had just hinted that I liked him... hopefully he was dumb enough to let it go. "Yeah. I mean, if I weren't *head-over-heels* for *Ronnie*, you'd be my second choice for sure." I grinned, stressing 'head- over-heels' and 'Ronnie', so he wouldn't get the wrong idea.
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Gordo's POV
Second choice. I never knew I was so high on her list!
"So, Lizzie, I could get any girl anytime I wanted?" I asked, trying to make this clear.
"Oh, I see. You've got your eye on someone..." She grinned mischievously. "Now who is this lucky girl?"
I blushed. "Lizzie, let's please talk about this later? Right now, I'm ready to go."
"Oh, come on. Tell me." She pleaded. "You can tell me anything."
No, I certainly couldn't tell her anything. Could I tell her that I was in love with her? No. Could I tell her what I really thought of Ronnie? No. Could I tell her how much I enjoyed the few hours we were boyfriend and girlfriend? No, no, no. If there was one person that I couldn't tell anything to, it would most definitely be Lizzie. On the other hand, it would be fun to watch Lizzie go through the list of girls I could possibly like, and be so naïve enough to forget about herself.
"I'm not saying." I grinned. "Guess."
Her face brightened. "Miranda!"
I shook my head.
"Kate?"
I raised my eyebrows and pretended to faint.
I smiled and watched her face go from confused to delighted to crushed to deep in thought, just like a cycle. She was so cute! Not care bear rainbow- color strawberry shortcake cute, but hot chick one-look-and-you'll-melt urging to kiss cute. And it wasn't just her looks, it was everything about her.
She was so kind and caring, and a good girl. Not a goody-goody, but not a rebel. Not totally bland and blonde, but not too spontaneous and smart. Not a diva, but not a geek. There was so many things she *wasn't*, and what did that leave? Average. Lizzie was an average girl with average habits and average grades and an average life. There were a lot of girls out there who were average, but Lizzie was different. But then, what's different than average that's not above or below average nor an extreme?
Whoa, that was confusing.
All I knew was that whatever Lizzie's charm, I was caught in her spell, and I loved her.
She sighed, exasperated. "Okay, okay, I give up!"
I smiled. "Shall we go then?"
"Sure, but don't forget to call me. Ronnie's going to the beach tomorrow, and we have to go over our act." She grinned. "I can't believe how jealous he is!" She added with a whisper, and softly kissed my cheek as we passed Ronnie and his friends' table.
I knew there was something wrong, something different as we left the Digital bean, but I couldn't quite figure out what. I wish I had known that Lizzie was beginning to like me, because it would've saved a lot of hectic events from happening the following day.
A/N: I'm so glad people like this! It's confusing and all... but yay! You *can* love someone and still hate them at the same time. I mean, look at Gordo. Lizzie keeps using him and using him, and yet he loves her. Love is complicated that way...
I'm really sorry I haven't updated a lot of my stories yet. I'm kind of stuck... but I will write. Soon. I have both the 12th and the 19th off, so that really helps. Maybe I'll get two of this story's chapters up, and one of Tale of he McGuire Gordons... I put this chapter off for a long time, but I have a reason! We had to get our computer cleaned out, uh-huh, and that left me computerless for two weeks so I did all my work on laptops, saving stuff on disks and blah blah...
Sorry I didn't write much over break, I wanted to finish Behind Every Smile There's A Broken Heart. (If you haven't read that yet, go check it out... I'm working really hard on it!!) I only have one more chapter to write, but the last one's always the biggest, longest, and hardest one to write.
I've noticed that a lot of you doubt that I'm only eleven. I don't know if I should take that as an insult or a compliment... but I really AM eleven, and it gets on my nerves when people think I'm lying about my age. I'll be twelve soon, though! February 19th... send me happy birthday e-mails now!
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Lizzie's POV
I pressed the ice cream to the roof of my mouth and giggled. "I think this is working, Gordo!"
He smiled at me lightly and sighed. "Why do you want him back, Lizzie? If he's so mean to you?" He shrugged. "You're so beautiful, and so kind... I bet there are millions of guys out there that deserve you, and Ronnie Jacobs isn't one of them."
Beautiful? Kind? Really?
I frowned. "I don't know, Gordo... it's like... well..."
"Lizzie, that was a rhetorical question. It doesn't require an answer." He smiled again and leaned over. "So, what do you wanna do now?" He whispered into my ear.
I blinked. Wow, his eyes were so... blue. Clear. Like he had never told a lie in fourteen years. It was so weird... they were luring me. Tempting me to do something I would've never done in a normal state. But his eyes put me in a trance, and before I knew it, I was kissing Gordo again.
What was I doing? And more importantly, why? Was I crazy?
I didn't care. His lips were tender, and left a tingle that lingered upon mine for a while. He tasted like vanilla, on account of the shake we had ordered. How come I hadn't felt this before? He started nibbling on my lip and I shivered. This guy knew how to kiss... really well. It wasn't like anything I had ever experienced before. When I kissed Ronnie, my mind was wandering about on other things, and I didn't give it a second thought. But this... I was so focused on him. And me.
Was I really doing this because I wanted Ronnie back? Or was it something else? Something like... I couldn't even say it. No way I liked Gordo. No way. If I did like him, then what about the first kiss? What about that? How come I hadn't felt anything then? I mean, even *if* I liked him, hypothetically of course, I would've felt magic the first time, not only now.
I giggled as he run his fingers through my hair- but only because I wanted Ronnie to think I was enjoying this. Right? Right. Not because I liked the feeling. Who would like it if your best friend was making out with you? I slipped my fingers into his hair... for more effect. It looked so real...
Maybe because it was.
It was insane, to like your best friend. Absolutely loco. But I couldn't help it... his lips were so tender, and him caressing my hair like that was like heaven. I knew that my thoughts were safe inside my mind, but I felt somewhat... guilty... ashamed... or something. I shouldn't like him. I couldn't. Liking two guys at once is like... two-timing. It's wrong.
Wrong.
Gordo let go and inhaled a huge gulp of air. "He's jealous." He informed me.
I grinned. "Yes!"
"Do have to keep doing this now?" He asked.
I frowned. He didn't want to act like my boyfriend? He didn't savor each moment that we spent together? He didn't want to kiss me? He didn't like me? What had I done wrong?
"Yes!" I said, exasperated. "I mean... until he cracks."
"He looks like he's already cracked." He pointed out, slurping the smoothie. "Before you know it, he'll be back here, begging on his knees..."
"Gordo, just shut up and kiss me."
"WHAT!?" His eyes were wide. "I never thought I would hear that coming out of your mouth, or any girl's mouth, for that matter."
"What, Gordo, you don't think you're attractive enough to get a girlfriend?" I asked, twirling my straw around my finger. I didn't give him the chance to answer. "But you are. You're very attractive, Gordo. One look at you and a girl could melt. Then if she got attracted by your mystically alluring charm, poof, you would have a girlfriend."
His jaw dropped. "You really think so?"
I licked my lips. I had just hinted that I liked him... hopefully he was dumb enough to let it go. "Yeah. I mean, if I weren't *head-over-heels* for *Ronnie*, you'd be my second choice for sure." I grinned, stressing 'head- over-heels' and 'Ronnie', so he wouldn't get the wrong idea.
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Gordo's POV
Second choice. I never knew I was so high on her list!
"So, Lizzie, I could get any girl anytime I wanted?" I asked, trying to make this clear.
"Oh, I see. You've got your eye on someone..." She grinned mischievously. "Now who is this lucky girl?"
I blushed. "Lizzie, let's please talk about this later? Right now, I'm ready to go."
"Oh, come on. Tell me." She pleaded. "You can tell me anything."
No, I certainly couldn't tell her anything. Could I tell her that I was in love with her? No. Could I tell her what I really thought of Ronnie? No. Could I tell her how much I enjoyed the few hours we were boyfriend and girlfriend? No, no, no. If there was one person that I couldn't tell anything to, it would most definitely be Lizzie. On the other hand, it would be fun to watch Lizzie go through the list of girls I could possibly like, and be so naïve enough to forget about herself.
"I'm not saying." I grinned. "Guess."
Her face brightened. "Miranda!"
I shook my head.
"Kate?"
I raised my eyebrows and pretended to faint.
I smiled and watched her face go from confused to delighted to crushed to deep in thought, just like a cycle. She was so cute! Not care bear rainbow- color strawberry shortcake cute, but hot chick one-look-and-you'll-melt urging to kiss cute. And it wasn't just her looks, it was everything about her.
She was so kind and caring, and a good girl. Not a goody-goody, but not a rebel. Not totally bland and blonde, but not too spontaneous and smart. Not a diva, but not a geek. There was so many things she *wasn't*, and what did that leave? Average. Lizzie was an average girl with average habits and average grades and an average life. There were a lot of girls out there who were average, but Lizzie was different. But then, what's different than average that's not above or below average nor an extreme?
Whoa, that was confusing.
All I knew was that whatever Lizzie's charm, I was caught in her spell, and I loved her.
She sighed, exasperated. "Okay, okay, I give up!"
I smiled. "Shall we go then?"
"Sure, but don't forget to call me. Ronnie's going to the beach tomorrow, and we have to go over our act." She grinned. "I can't believe how jealous he is!" She added with a whisper, and softly kissed my cheek as we passed Ronnie and his friends' table.
I knew there was something wrong, something different as we left the Digital bean, but I couldn't quite figure out what. I wish I had known that Lizzie was beginning to like me, because it would've saved a lot of hectic events from happening the following day.