A/N: All together now...FINALLY!! I know, I know, I brought this story to unnecessary lengths and jsut dragged it out. I was just buying myself some time, really. I think ya'll will like my next story, even though it won't be out for another day or two. So yeah, anyway, here's the last chapter, when Gordo FINALLY gets a clue :)
Disclaimer: Lizzie and characters belong to Disney. The plot, I'm ashamed to admit, is from my own mind.
Ch. 4 - Lizzie
Gordo had had enough. He was sick of the lack of help everyone was giving him. He was sick of the confusion. He was sick of hearing the same thing over and over. He was sick of not knowing what it meant. But most of all, he was sick of not having Lizzie. Sure he saw Lizzie every day, and sometimes he even hung out with Lizzie, but he wanted -his- Lizzie back. The Lizzie who talked crap about Kate with him, came up with stupid games with him, listened to mindless facts he knew, shared inside jokes with him, stayed up late and watched dumb old movies with him, talked about nonsense until the ass-crack of dawn on the phone with him. His best friend. His Lizzie.
He wouldn't take it anymore. He was going to find out just -what- was going on. He jumped up from his bed, where had been lying face up thinking about the past weeks, and stormed out of his. He stormed all the way down the street to Lizzie's house. He stormed into Lizzie's house, ignoring the looks Mr. and Mrs. McGuire gave him, ignoring as Matt sarcastically thanked him 'for the polite knock, you always were a real considerate guy.' He stormed up the stairs of the McGuire household. And he stormed right into Lizzie's room, where she sat at the desk nearly asleep on her Math book.
"What the hell?" Lizzie mumbled as the loud bang of her door pulled her back to full consciousness. Squinting she looked around, trying to get her bearings straight before looking towards her door, and into Gordo's angry face.
"Gordo? What the hell? It's like 8:30, I'm doing my homework, you can't just waltz in here, go home." She mumbled, rolling her neck and picking up her pencil. Seconds later, though, the pencil was ripped from her hands and she spun her head around, staring at Gordo in shock.
"Gordo, what is your freaking problem? I'm trying to do my homework!" She shouted, glaring at Gordo with her fire-blazing brown eyes.
"Not anymore, get up." Gordo growled, his face set in an angry frown. Lizzie dropped her head onto the desk and threw her arms over her head; she was too tired to deal with whatever had Gordo so mad.
"No, go 'way." She groaned. Gordo stayed planted in his spot.
"Why do you hate me?" He asked. No use beating around the bush. Lizzie moved her arms and stared up at Gordo as if he'd grown a third head.
"What?" Gordo huffed a sigh.
"Why do you hate me?" He asked again, folding his arms across his chest. Lizzie brought a small hand up to rub her nose, as she closed her eyes and sighed.
"I don't hate ya Gordo." She mumbled, her eyes still closed. She looked very tired. Gordo stomped over and stood her for a few moments. He then plopped down on the floor and kneeled, staring at Lizzie with a frown on his face. Lizzie's breath evened out, and Gordo could tell she was falling into the peaceful slumber he had awoken her from when he barged into her room. He could feel his heart squeeze painfully at the sight of his best friend lying there, looking so young and small. So pretty. All the anger that was coursing through his veins was washed away, only to be filled with a deep aching sadness.
"Why do you hate me?" He whispered urgently, and shakily. He felt the knot of tears form in his throat, before feeling them sting his eyes, fall in wet streaks down his face. Lizzie, who had been seconds away from unconsciousness, was now fully awake. Her eyes shot open when she heard the sadness lacing her friend's desperate voice.
"I don't hate you Gordo." She whispered, staring straight into her friend's eyes.
"Are you mad at me? Did I do something to make you mad? Cause you don't hang out with me anymore. We don't. We don't laugh and make jokes. You don't call me real late just to talk. You don't come over on the weekends and stay up late with me and watch movies and start ridiculous popcorn fights that always piss my mom off cause we never clean up. You never want to bad-talk Kate with me, or go to the Digital Bean with me, or -anything- anymore. What did I do, Lizzie? Tell me why you're mad at me, tell what I did and I'll fix it, I promise." Gordo begged, as more tears fell sporadically down his face. Lizzie slid off her desk chair and onto the floor in front of Gordo, her heart breaking at the site of her friend so sad. She silently cursed herself for being the cause of the sadness. Slowly, she reached out and grabbed Gordo's shoulder's, pulling him closer.
"I'm not mad at you Gordo, you didn't do anything." She whispered as she moved her hands to Gordo's face to gently wipe away the tears with the pads of her thumbs. Gordo sniffled and brought his hand up to wipe at his nose, feeling more and more like a pathetic baby with each tear that fell.
"Then. Why?" He felt completely hopeless and pretty embarrassed about breaking down like such a girl in front of his best friend. But he couldn't really help it, he -really- missed Lizzie.
Lizzie sighed and watched her thumbs as they worked at wiping away each tear that cascaded down Gordo's cheeks. She looked down at the small gap between them, and the small patch of pink carpet that showed through. Her eyes traveled up to where her and Gordo's knees were touching. She looked at Gordo's shirt, and smiled a little at the familiar plaid pattern he was so famous for. She looked everywhere but Gordo's eyes.
"Because I like you." She finally whispered. Gordo's shoulders sagged, and he groaned in frustration. Did everyone think he was -that- stupid?
"Lizzie, you're my best friend, I know you like me, I like you too. But why have you so weird lately? Why have you been so mad at me?" Lizzie's head shot up and she stared into Gordo's confused and oblivious eyes. He really didn't get it, he -really- had no clue what Lizzie meant. She giggled softly and shook her head, 'Gordo the Genius' just didn't understand.
"Gordo. Not like that." She said softly, a small smile dancing on her lips. She leaned forward slowly, and tentatively touched her lips to Gordo's in a chaste and nervous kiss. As the mili-seconds ticked by, and Gordo didn't pull away or push at Lizzie in disgust, Lizzie's confidence built and she tilted her head just a bit, gliding her lips across Gordo's chapped ones with more force. She pulled back, a bit breathless, and watched with a smile as Gordo slowly pulled his eyelids open and stared at Lizzie, eyes clouded with confusion and lust and questions and desire.
"Like that." Lizzie whispered, the fear and uncertainty building inside her.
"Oh." Gordo replied. A small smile slowly forming, "-Oh.-"
End.
A/N: -gag- -puke- -sigh- It's so sweet it's sick. I know you all saw that coming. Aren't those two just the perfect lil couple? Awwwwww, and all that. They really oughta bring them together on the show, duncha think? Anyway, thanks for all your sweet reviews! I love you all!
Disclaimer: Lizzie and characters belong to Disney. The plot, I'm ashamed to admit, is from my own mind.
Ch. 4 - Lizzie
Gordo had had enough. He was sick of the lack of help everyone was giving him. He was sick of the confusion. He was sick of hearing the same thing over and over. He was sick of not knowing what it meant. But most of all, he was sick of not having Lizzie. Sure he saw Lizzie every day, and sometimes he even hung out with Lizzie, but he wanted -his- Lizzie back. The Lizzie who talked crap about Kate with him, came up with stupid games with him, listened to mindless facts he knew, shared inside jokes with him, stayed up late and watched dumb old movies with him, talked about nonsense until the ass-crack of dawn on the phone with him. His best friend. His Lizzie.
He wouldn't take it anymore. He was going to find out just -what- was going on. He jumped up from his bed, where had been lying face up thinking about the past weeks, and stormed out of his. He stormed all the way down the street to Lizzie's house. He stormed into Lizzie's house, ignoring the looks Mr. and Mrs. McGuire gave him, ignoring as Matt sarcastically thanked him 'for the polite knock, you always were a real considerate guy.' He stormed up the stairs of the McGuire household. And he stormed right into Lizzie's room, where she sat at the desk nearly asleep on her Math book.
"What the hell?" Lizzie mumbled as the loud bang of her door pulled her back to full consciousness. Squinting she looked around, trying to get her bearings straight before looking towards her door, and into Gordo's angry face.
"Gordo? What the hell? It's like 8:30, I'm doing my homework, you can't just waltz in here, go home." She mumbled, rolling her neck and picking up her pencil. Seconds later, though, the pencil was ripped from her hands and she spun her head around, staring at Gordo in shock.
"Gordo, what is your freaking problem? I'm trying to do my homework!" She shouted, glaring at Gordo with her fire-blazing brown eyes.
"Not anymore, get up." Gordo growled, his face set in an angry frown. Lizzie dropped her head onto the desk and threw her arms over her head; she was too tired to deal with whatever had Gordo so mad.
"No, go 'way." She groaned. Gordo stayed planted in his spot.
"Why do you hate me?" He asked. No use beating around the bush. Lizzie moved her arms and stared up at Gordo as if he'd grown a third head.
"What?" Gordo huffed a sigh.
"Why do you hate me?" He asked again, folding his arms across his chest. Lizzie brought a small hand up to rub her nose, as she closed her eyes and sighed.
"I don't hate ya Gordo." She mumbled, her eyes still closed. She looked very tired. Gordo stomped over and stood her for a few moments. He then plopped down on the floor and kneeled, staring at Lizzie with a frown on his face. Lizzie's breath evened out, and Gordo could tell she was falling into the peaceful slumber he had awoken her from when he barged into her room. He could feel his heart squeeze painfully at the sight of his best friend lying there, looking so young and small. So pretty. All the anger that was coursing through his veins was washed away, only to be filled with a deep aching sadness.
"Why do you hate me?" He whispered urgently, and shakily. He felt the knot of tears form in his throat, before feeling them sting his eyes, fall in wet streaks down his face. Lizzie, who had been seconds away from unconsciousness, was now fully awake. Her eyes shot open when she heard the sadness lacing her friend's desperate voice.
"I don't hate you Gordo." She whispered, staring straight into her friend's eyes.
"Are you mad at me? Did I do something to make you mad? Cause you don't hang out with me anymore. We don't. We don't laugh and make jokes. You don't call me real late just to talk. You don't come over on the weekends and stay up late with me and watch movies and start ridiculous popcorn fights that always piss my mom off cause we never clean up. You never want to bad-talk Kate with me, or go to the Digital Bean with me, or -anything- anymore. What did I do, Lizzie? Tell me why you're mad at me, tell what I did and I'll fix it, I promise." Gordo begged, as more tears fell sporadically down his face. Lizzie slid off her desk chair and onto the floor in front of Gordo, her heart breaking at the site of her friend so sad. She silently cursed herself for being the cause of the sadness. Slowly, she reached out and grabbed Gordo's shoulder's, pulling him closer.
"I'm not mad at you Gordo, you didn't do anything." She whispered as she moved her hands to Gordo's face to gently wipe away the tears with the pads of her thumbs. Gordo sniffled and brought his hand up to wipe at his nose, feeling more and more like a pathetic baby with each tear that fell.
"Then. Why?" He felt completely hopeless and pretty embarrassed about breaking down like such a girl in front of his best friend. But he couldn't really help it, he -really- missed Lizzie.
Lizzie sighed and watched her thumbs as they worked at wiping away each tear that cascaded down Gordo's cheeks. She looked down at the small gap between them, and the small patch of pink carpet that showed through. Her eyes traveled up to where her and Gordo's knees were touching. She looked at Gordo's shirt, and smiled a little at the familiar plaid pattern he was so famous for. She looked everywhere but Gordo's eyes.
"Because I like you." She finally whispered. Gordo's shoulders sagged, and he groaned in frustration. Did everyone think he was -that- stupid?
"Lizzie, you're my best friend, I know you like me, I like you too. But why have you so weird lately? Why have you been so mad at me?" Lizzie's head shot up and she stared into Gordo's confused and oblivious eyes. He really didn't get it, he -really- had no clue what Lizzie meant. She giggled softly and shook her head, 'Gordo the Genius' just didn't understand.
"Gordo. Not like that." She said softly, a small smile dancing on her lips. She leaned forward slowly, and tentatively touched her lips to Gordo's in a chaste and nervous kiss. As the mili-seconds ticked by, and Gordo didn't pull away or push at Lizzie in disgust, Lizzie's confidence built and she tilted her head just a bit, gliding her lips across Gordo's chapped ones with more force. She pulled back, a bit breathless, and watched with a smile as Gordo slowly pulled his eyelids open and stared at Lizzie, eyes clouded with confusion and lust and questions and desire.
"Like that." Lizzie whispered, the fear and uncertainty building inside her.
"Oh." Gordo replied. A small smile slowly forming, "-Oh.-"
End.
A/N: -gag- -puke- -sigh- It's so sweet it's sick. I know you all saw that coming. Aren't those two just the perfect lil couple? Awwwwww, and all that. They really oughta bring them together on the show, duncha think? Anyway, thanks for all your sweet reviews! I love you all!