the final installment....
Still Fighting It
I sighed as I returned to my dorm room from a long day of classes. I am now in my 2nd year of college, and I am enjoying every minute of it.
Well, not quite.
I still think about Lizzie daily. I wonder where she is. What she's doing. If she's happy.
If she ever thinks of me. I doubt it.
I start to lay down on my bed, but as I get closer, I notice an envelope sitting on it, with a note from my roomate.
David,
found this in the mail room, thought you should have it.
Josh
I picked up the note, and on the front, it read; Gordo.
No one called me Gordo here. The only people who still called me Gordo were Miranda...
..and Lizzie.
It couldn't be from Lizzie. As I open it, and read the first sentence, I realize -- it is from Lizzie.
Dear Gordo,
hey, it's me, lizzie mcguire... maybe you remember me?
How could I forget?
I continue reading.
yeah, so, I'm sure you are about to come home for winter break. If you are, I'd like you to meet me somewhere. There's some things I need to, well, say. Meet me in the woods, you know what I'm talking about.
I'll be waiting...
Love, Lizzie.
I sighed. I contemplated not even going. Why should I give her the satisfaction?
But, this might be my only chance. To tell her how I feel.
Yes, I'm going to go.
-
I pull up in the school parking lot on a cool, brisk afternoon. I turn off the car and zip up my jacket. I step out of the car, and look around. I'm about an hour late, it took me that long to figure out if what I was doing was the right thing.
There's Lizzie's car. Good, at least she didn't leave.
I make my way into the woods, but it doesn't take me long to find Lizzie, walking my way.
I can hardly breathe, she looks so beautiful.
She's looking down, I don't think she notices me. I cough, to signal my arrival. She looks up, and smiles slightly. She moves over and allows me to sit down next to her, still not speaking a word.
Oh, how I wish she would say something.
"You're late," she says, smiling -- letting me know she isn't mad.
"Yeah, well, I got tied up, at, uh, home," I said lying very unconvicingly.
Never was too good at that.
She shrugs, and looks at me.
"So what have you been up to, Gordo?"
good morning sun. i am a bird
wearing a brown polyester shirt.
you want a coke? maybe some fries?
the roast beef combo's only 9.95.
it's okay, you don't have to pay
i've got all the change.
"A little this, a little that. Look, Lizzie -- I know you didn't bring me all the way here to catch up, what do you want to say?"
She looked taken aback. "Gordo, I -- I want to be better."
Better? She was already so perfect.
"Better, as in.."
"A better person. I don't want you to hate me, and I don't want Miranda to hate me. And I want to tell you so much!"
"Wait, wait, calm down..," I start to say, "I don't hate you. Miranda doesn't either."
"Then how come every time I tried to apologize, you wouldn't accept it?" she asks me, tears brimming in her eyes.
I look at her, "Because, we both know you didn't mean it then. And everytime those apologizes came were when you and Kate were in a fight. We were just your backup plan."
"I'm such an idiot Gordo! What the hell is possibly wrong with me that I would forget about you and Miranda and want to become friends with Kate?! You still don't forgive me, do you? OH MY GOD! Why did I even bring you here? You can leave, go ahead, Gordo, leave!" she yelled, I don't even think she knew the half of what she was saying.
"I'm not going anywhere, Lizzie McGuire."
everybody knows, it hurts to grow up.
and everybody does, so weird to be back here.
let me tell you what -- the years go on
and we're still fighting it. we're still fighting it.
and you're so much like me, i'm sorry.
"Why not?" she asks me, finally looking me in the eye.
I shrug, "It's the price to pay."
"For what?"
"Let's take a walk."
"Why do you want to take a walk?"
"Well, I haven't been back here in ages, I wanna see what I've missed." I get up and start walking. I hear Lizzie get up and start walking next to me. I smile slightly at her, she returns the smile, but then looks around.
"God, things sure do look different."
"Yeah, a lot of things have changed," I mused.
We walk in silence for a few minutes.
The silence was killing me.
good morning sun!
in twenty years, maybe we'll sit down
and have a few beers.
and i can tell you about today
how i picked you up and everything changed.
it was pain, sunny days and rain.
i know you'd feel the same things.
"Gordo, can I ask you something?"
"Yea, what?"
"When you said, it's the price to pay -- what did you mean?"
I sighed, this was it. It was now or never.
"It's the price to pay for being in love with you, Lizzie."
She gasped, and that was it. I should have just started writing my will right now.
"Do you..mean that?"
"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it."
and everybody knows
it sucks to grow up
and everybody does, so weird to be back here.
let me tell you what, the years go on
and we're still fighting it.
we're still fighting it.
you'll try, and try
and one day you'll fly away from me
She still doesn't say anything.
"Lizzie, what did you want to say to me? I know there's still something else."
"I, I, I wanted to tell you that, that, I am in love with you," she blurted out.
My eyes grew big, "Are you, serious?"
She nodded. "But I was afraid, I thought you hated me, and if you hated me there was absolutely no chance for you to be in love with me, so I never said anything."
I nodded, "That night, we stopped being friends, I was planning to tell you that I was in love with you."
"Oh Gordo, that night -- I just don't even wanna think about that night ever again."
I gave her a hug, "Neither do I Lizzie, Neither do I. Let's just focus on the future, we'll fight the battles as they come."
Then I felt her lips on mine, and I knew everything was going to be allright.
and you're so much like me. i'm sorry.
Still Fighting It
I sighed as I returned to my dorm room from a long day of classes. I am now in my 2nd year of college, and I am enjoying every minute of it.
Well, not quite.
I still think about Lizzie daily. I wonder where she is. What she's doing. If she's happy.
If she ever thinks of me. I doubt it.
I start to lay down on my bed, but as I get closer, I notice an envelope sitting on it, with a note from my roomate.
David,
found this in the mail room, thought you should have it.
Josh
I picked up the note, and on the front, it read; Gordo.
No one called me Gordo here. The only people who still called me Gordo were Miranda...
..and Lizzie.
It couldn't be from Lizzie. As I open it, and read the first sentence, I realize -- it is from Lizzie.
Dear Gordo,
hey, it's me, lizzie mcguire... maybe you remember me?
How could I forget?
I continue reading.
yeah, so, I'm sure you are about to come home for winter break. If you are, I'd like you to meet me somewhere. There's some things I need to, well, say. Meet me in the woods, you know what I'm talking about.
I'll be waiting...
Love, Lizzie.
I sighed. I contemplated not even going. Why should I give her the satisfaction?
But, this might be my only chance. To tell her how I feel.
Yes, I'm going to go.
-
I pull up in the school parking lot on a cool, brisk afternoon. I turn off the car and zip up my jacket. I step out of the car, and look around. I'm about an hour late, it took me that long to figure out if what I was doing was the right thing.
There's Lizzie's car. Good, at least she didn't leave.
I make my way into the woods, but it doesn't take me long to find Lizzie, walking my way.
I can hardly breathe, she looks so beautiful.
She's looking down, I don't think she notices me. I cough, to signal my arrival. She looks up, and smiles slightly. She moves over and allows me to sit down next to her, still not speaking a word.
Oh, how I wish she would say something.
"You're late," she says, smiling -- letting me know she isn't mad.
"Yeah, well, I got tied up, at, uh, home," I said lying very unconvicingly.
Never was too good at that.
She shrugs, and looks at me.
"So what have you been up to, Gordo?"
good morning sun. i am a bird
wearing a brown polyester shirt.
you want a coke? maybe some fries?
the roast beef combo's only 9.95.
it's okay, you don't have to pay
i've got all the change.
"A little this, a little that. Look, Lizzie -- I know you didn't bring me all the way here to catch up, what do you want to say?"
She looked taken aback. "Gordo, I -- I want to be better."
Better? She was already so perfect.
"Better, as in.."
"A better person. I don't want you to hate me, and I don't want Miranda to hate me. And I want to tell you so much!"
"Wait, wait, calm down..," I start to say, "I don't hate you. Miranda doesn't either."
"Then how come every time I tried to apologize, you wouldn't accept it?" she asks me, tears brimming in her eyes.
I look at her, "Because, we both know you didn't mean it then. And everytime those apologizes came were when you and Kate were in a fight. We were just your backup plan."
"I'm such an idiot Gordo! What the hell is possibly wrong with me that I would forget about you and Miranda and want to become friends with Kate?! You still don't forgive me, do you? OH MY GOD! Why did I even bring you here? You can leave, go ahead, Gordo, leave!" she yelled, I don't even think she knew the half of what she was saying.
"I'm not going anywhere, Lizzie McGuire."
everybody knows, it hurts to grow up.
and everybody does, so weird to be back here.
let me tell you what -- the years go on
and we're still fighting it. we're still fighting it.
and you're so much like me, i'm sorry.
"Why not?" she asks me, finally looking me in the eye.
I shrug, "It's the price to pay."
"For what?"
"Let's take a walk."
"Why do you want to take a walk?"
"Well, I haven't been back here in ages, I wanna see what I've missed." I get up and start walking. I hear Lizzie get up and start walking next to me. I smile slightly at her, she returns the smile, but then looks around.
"God, things sure do look different."
"Yeah, a lot of things have changed," I mused.
We walk in silence for a few minutes.
The silence was killing me.
good morning sun!
in twenty years, maybe we'll sit down
and have a few beers.
and i can tell you about today
how i picked you up and everything changed.
it was pain, sunny days and rain.
i know you'd feel the same things.
"Gordo, can I ask you something?"
"Yea, what?"
"When you said, it's the price to pay -- what did you mean?"
I sighed, this was it. It was now or never.
"It's the price to pay for being in love with you, Lizzie."
She gasped, and that was it. I should have just started writing my will right now.
"Do you..mean that?"
"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it."
and everybody knows
it sucks to grow up
and everybody does, so weird to be back here.
let me tell you what, the years go on
and we're still fighting it.
we're still fighting it.
you'll try, and try
and one day you'll fly away from me
She still doesn't say anything.
"Lizzie, what did you want to say to me? I know there's still something else."
"I, I, I wanted to tell you that, that, I am in love with you," she blurted out.
My eyes grew big, "Are you, serious?"
She nodded. "But I was afraid, I thought you hated me, and if you hated me there was absolutely no chance for you to be in love with me, so I never said anything."
I nodded, "That night, we stopped being friends, I was planning to tell you that I was in love with you."
"Oh Gordo, that night -- I just don't even wanna think about that night ever again."
I gave her a hug, "Neither do I Lizzie, Neither do I. Let's just focus on the future, we'll fight the battles as they come."
Then I felt her lips on mine, and I knew everything was going to be allright.
and you're so much like me. i'm sorry.