Call Me Lizzie
by BeQwerTeep

Disclaimer: See Chapter One.

Author's Note: I was up REALLY early this morning, and I posted this at like, the crack of dawn (well, 8:30), so just excuse these ramblings. They're really not that important anyway.

But, I do have an issue to address. A reviewer, Morbidity (thanks, by the way), pointed out that she didn't understand why Lizzie got so mad at Gordo everytime she saw him having sex. Well, let me explain. The first time, obviously, anybody would be mad. She walked in on her friend-with-benefits having sex with another girl. But it wasn't just that, it was the fact that (you may not have caught this) Gordo and Lizzie had decided to have their first time be with each other (I thought we...). Yeah, I know, subtle. But I'm into the subtlety. The second time, she really needed to talk to Gordo, needed his comfort and understanding, but instead he was preoccupied. That, combined with the fact that she had already seen that happen once before, just caused her complete meltdown. Sorry if that caused some confusion. Just put yourself in Lizzie's shoes. Imagine your best guy friend with someone else. Anyway. On with the show.



Chapter 4: The Call


Gordo was lying in bed, much in the same place and position as he had been last night, only Stacey had up and left sometime while he was sleeping. He was thinking about school, about life, about everything, but mostly, he was thinking about Lizzie.

Twice, that's twice now, he thought, and each time she's walked out of your life, you bastard, how do you keep doing that to her? Well, his other side argued, you didn't actually know she was back from her parents' house, hell, you don't even know why she went there. Anyway, the first side said, you're outta her life for good now. You nearly were before... but now you are for certain.

"Dammit!" Gordo spoke aloud for the first time since Lizzie had been in his room, watching... "Dammit, Lizzie, I don't want to be outta your life. I wanna be in your life, so badly..."

He made up his mind, then and there, to find out why Lizzie had left school for so long. He was Lizzie's best friend, he had a right to know.

He looked at the clock. 9:14 pm. He picked up the bedside phone, and dialed an oh-so-familiar number.

"Hello?" Came the oh-so-familiar voice.

"Mrs. McGuire, hi, it's Gordo."

"Gordo? Hello! How are you, I haven't heard from you in so long."

"I'm okay, how are you?"

"I'm--" She faltered, "I'm fine."

"Mrs. McGuire--" Gordo began.

"I'm afraid Lizzie's not here anymore, she went back to school yesterday."

"I know. But why did she leave school in the first place?"

"She didn't tell you?"

"Um, no."

"Well, I guess that's understandable. Lizzie, ah, she..."

"Mrs. McGuire?"

"I know it shouldn't be hard, I've told the police a hundred times, but, Gordo, it's... somehow different with you."

"The police? Mrs. McGuire, what happened?" Gordo began to get panicky.

"Well," and then she related the whole, awful story to Gordo, who became angrier and angrier as the story continued, and by the time Jo McGuire finished the tale, in tears, Gordo was ready to rip somebody in half.

After a few more minutes of conversation, Gordo hung up, saddened beyond the point of tears, angrier beyond the point of yelling and hurting things, and pained beyond the point of numbness. All he could think of was Lizzie, who had been so abused, so hurt, and he hadn't been there for her. Instead, just when she needed him the most, he hurt her even more by doing a repeat performance of fucking some random chick just when the person he'd rather be with walks in. God, he was such a screw-up. His best friend had nearly died, and he wasn't even AWARE that anything was wrong. How could he be so insensitive? How could he be so blind?

He made a decision right then and there to find her, and tell her how he felt. Lizzie had been his best friend for years, but she didn't know that since they were in high school, Gordo had hidden a massive crush from her. When they started going out, Lizzie had seemed so... aloof about it that he decided to be, too. After all, if she didn't feel that way about him, there was no need for his feelings to be voiced-- it would simply smother a six-year passion for someone for whom it would still burn.

No, there was no reason for Gordo to get his heart broken. But in hiding his feelings, he had so much pent-up frustration that he had to let it out somewhere.

Since he and Lizzie had an open relationship, he decided to lose his virginity. After he did so, he began having sex quite often, but every time, the girl was not Alecia, Rachael, Jennifer, Kristin, it was Lizzie, every time. But it was only Gordo's third time that day when Lizzie walked in on him and that redhead chick whose name he'd forgotten. Lizzie was heartbroken-- and so was Gordo. He was a betrayer. He had betrayed her trust and his own love. And when he had finally gotten her to trust him again, he went back and knifed open a scarred wound. He had shattered her trust beyond repair, but now he was not only offering friendship as a replacement-- he was offering love.

He had to find her. He had to tell her. He had to--

Gordo was broken from his reverie when the phone rang.

"Please don't be Mrs. McGuire, please." He felt awful enough without her tears to contend with.

He picked up the phone and placed it next to his ear.

"Hello?"

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Aah, a cliffie!! I've always wanted to write one of those. Who is on the other line??? Who might it be??? Okay, so it's obvious. Whatever. Stay tuned, the next installment in this bizarre story will probably be up tonight, cuz I won't have time to update at all tomorrow (school registration and volleyball tournament). Thanks for reading, and keep on truckin'!!