AN: Here you go, part 3. I wrote this at 2 AM this morning, so please forgive me if it bites badly. It's full of sap. That's all this chapter is. Sap, sap, sap. LOL, but sap is good! Ok, the last part of this little ditty will be up tomorrow evening. Merry Christmas to all!
Disclaimer: Not mine. But I you would like to give me Gordo for Christmas, I wouldn't stop you! : ) The plot I do own. Take it, and be prepared to lose a lot of money.
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Part 3: No Good-bye's
There were hundreds of people all over the place. Chattering, laughing, crying, yelling. People were being greeted by loved ones, after a long separation. People were bidding farewell to loved ones leaving for a separation much like the one the aforementioned were returning from. People were waiting, patient, impatient, excited, scared, preparing to embark on a new adventure or chapter in their lives. And then there were those like the two young people, completely oblivious to everyone around them, focused solely on one another. Neither one wanting another second to pass by, bringing the dreaded future nearer and nearer. Neither one wanting to say what had to be said.
Lizzie sighed heavily, focusing on the drab gray carpet of the airport, her mind blank, empty of all thoughts and fears. She knew that if she let herself think about today, about him, she wouldn't be able to hold it together. She had been dreading this day for months and months, doing all she could to fill her time with work, friends, family, and anything else she could think of just to keep her mind off of this day and all the fears that came with it. As it approached, which it did quite quickly, she did all she could to push it away, make it disappear, erase it from the calendar, wake up from the nightmare, but nothing worked. And now it was here, staring her in the face, all around her. Her worst fear had come true. And the one word she had vowed never to say to him, was the one word she had to say.
It has been 7 years, exactly, since the day she had had an epiphany of sorts, and bravely kissed her long time best friend, risking everything they both had with each other for the feel of his lightly chapped, gentle lips. She remembered the feeling of overwhelming fear consuming her as she sat in the cold plastic airport seat, and felt it once again surge through her body. Immediately the pricks of hot tears filled her eyes and she looked helplessly at the man sitting beside her, holding her hand, the same fear coursing through his veins. Feeling her intense stare, Gordo turned his crystal orbs on her and heard her silent cry for comfort loud and clear. Without a word his arms folded around her, sending waves of love and comfort from his heart to hers, as he began to gently whisper into her ear.
"Shh, Liz, don't cry baby. It'll be ok, I promise. We'll be ok." He chanted in a melodic whisper. Lizzie felt the rush of fear clam to a slight nagging feeling as she felt his warm breath on her ear. She allowed her lids to close heavily over her deep brown eyes and burrowed closer into the warmth of her best friend. Her love. Her life.
"Hey, hey, look at me, Lizzie. Come on." Gordo said suddenly, pulling away and tilting back to look at his beautiful girlfriend. His eyes darted over her face when she turned it toward him, skimming over her soft, slightly pink cheeks, her button nose, her full, lip-glossed lips, and finally up to her tear-stained chocolate eyes.
"I know you're scared, Liz, I am too. I'm scared that you'll forget me, or not want to wait for me, not want to be tied down to someone so far away. I get so fucking scared that while I'm thousands of miles away, you'll meet someone new. Someone 'hotter' than me, cooler than me, whatever. Someone you'll want more than you want me. Someone who'll be here to make you happy, and not off playing with camera's in New York. Someone who can love you up close and personal, and not over the phone or on the Internet. But...I have to have faith Lizzie. That's what makes this all ok, that's why I'm still going. Because I trust you, and I have faith that we're supposed to be together. That all those years ago when you came to me with a little box of crayons and some paper, there was some greater power making it happen. I have faith that you love me, and that I love you, and that that's all we need to make it through this. We'll be ok Lizzie, I know we will." Gordo's hands came up to cup Lizzie's face, and his eyes begged her to believe him. To believe in them. To believe in their love.
"I'm trying to have faith Gordo, I am. But you're gonna be so far away, with all these new people, new girls. Girls who know about things that you like. Girls who you can talk to about cameras, and angles, and editing. Girls with brains. You're gonna see these girls and forget all about me!" Two crystal tears rolled slowly down Lizzie's cheek, only to be rubbed away by Gordo's gently thumbs. He shook his head fervently, and whispered a broken 'never' before pulling his love close again.
"I don't care what girls are out there, what they know about, all I care about is you, ok? Don't ever think otherwise. Don't ever forget that. There's just you for me, Elizabeth McGuire, no matter where I am, who I'm with, or what I'm doing. Just you. You got that?" He whispered, his hand brushing through Lizzie's long golden locks. Lizzie nodded, unable to speak for fear of breaking down. She wrapped her arms around Gordo's waist and squeezed him tightly as she gathered herself together.
"Do you have to leave right before Christmas? It's the worst timing ever." She whined softly, pulling her head back to look up at Gordo, who these days was a few inches taller than her and loving it. Gordo tilted his head slightly, giving Lizzie a soft peck on the lips before smiling sadly and answering her.
"I know the timing sucks badly, but the people at the film institute said if I wanted to get that internship I had to leave right away. This is huge Lizzie, I'm this fresh-faced kid outta high school, going to a no-name community college, and they want ME in New York interning for one of the biggest network's on television. I mean come on, Liz, it's NBC. It's such a huge chance for me, I gotta take this." Gordo felt so guilty about leaving just a few days before the Holidays. His parents had been pretty un-happy with the news, but still urged him to take this chance, knowing that it was a dream come true for their only child. Miranda was ecstatic, making Gordo promise to do everything he could to get her a hook-up with any kind of producer or record executive.
"It is huge, and I am so completely proud of you, and I'd never ask you to pass it up. I just wish you could wait until after the holidays. I've never spent one Christmas without you since we've met, do you know that? Every year we've always been together for Christmas. It's going to be so lonely this year..." Lizzie cast her eyes downward, tears filling her eyes once again. Gordo bent his head and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
"You know, you could always ask Santa if he could make it so we were together..." He teased, knowing she thought Santa and all that 'mumbo-jumbo' was silliness. He smiled softly when he felt her shoulders shake with giggles, and felt warmth surge through his body when she looked up at him, her eyes shining.
"Gordo, are you ever gonna give up all that Santa crap? It isn't true and you know it. If I were you, I'd be careful about that. Who knows what those New Yorkers think about fairytales like Santa." Gordo laughed heartily, and shook his head at Lizzie's bah-humbug spirits.
"Don't you know the story of 34th Street? New York is like Santa's second home, my friend; he probably vacations there. In fact, maybe I'll try and get his autograph for you!" He joked, eliciting more laughter from his girlfriend.
"34th Street is just another story to add to all the other Holiday fairytales that AREN'T true. But if you wanna get me an autograph, try and get Matt LeBlanc, he works at NBC right? Oh man, what I wouldn't do for a few minutes alone with him. Woo, baby." Lizzie un-wrapped her arms from her boyfriend and waved her hand in front of her face, giggling softly at the jealous glare Gordo was shooting her. He fought the smile off his face with all his might, but seeing Lizzie staring at him with bright eyes, hearing her soft, girlish giggle, he couldn't keep it away.
"Matt LeBlanc's got nothing on me, look at these biceps baby." He held up his arm and flexed pitifully, grunting and posing in muscle man form, causing Lizzie to nearly fall over in a fit of laughter.
"Oh my god, STOP it, you're killing me! Oh Gordo, you could never be Matt LeBlanc, and I don't want it any other way. I like my men muscle-less, with gangly black hair and stormy gray eyes. Mmm, mmm, beautiful." She stiller her giggles long enough to reach up and kiss Gordo deeply, a kiss full of love and happiness. Gordo wrapped his arms around her waist, tilting his head to deepen the kiss more.
"Flight 345 to New York City now boarding seats 14 and up. Seats 14 and up." The intercom blared through the couple's hazy passionate moment, erasing their smiles and laughter immediately. Their kiss was broken immediately, and tears filled both pairs of eyes as Gordo quickly gathered his carry-on's. He pulled the strap of his duffel bag over his shoulder and locked his eyes with Lizzie's, his heart breaking at the sadness that filled them, and the tears streaming down her tinted cheeks.
"Don't cry, Liz, please don't cry." He begged as he pulled her into a quick hug. Reluctantly they parted and he quickly kissed her soft lips, wishing he could never leave her side, never leave this moment.
"I love you." He whispered as he pulled away.
"I love you." She whispered in return. And with that he turned and walked away, not able to look back, knowing that if he did he wouldn't be able to leave. Lizzie watched with a breaking heart as the love of her life disappeared from sight, and she prayed silently that their love would reach across all the miles that would soon separate them, and last through the challenges that were sure to come.
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Dear Santa,
It's been forever since I've written to ask you anything, but I've never stopped believing in you. I'm writing you now, as I sit in a stuffy airplane, flying somewhere over Ohio, to ask you for the most important thing I've ever asked you for. Yeah, even more important than that video camera I asked for when I was 15. I'm headed towards New York for an unknown amount of time. I was offered an internship for a television network that can be really helpful in my career of directing.
What I need to ask of you is pretty simple. Please keep Lizzie safe. I had to leave her in California, and I won't see her for a very long time. I've only been away from her a few hours or so and I'm already worried sick about her. Just make sure she's ok. Make sure she's never sad. And make sure she knows I love her and always will. And...help us make it through this. That's all I want this year, for Christmas. For Lizzie to be ok, and for us to make it through whatever is in store for us. That's it. Oh, and of course, what I ask you for every time I write since I was 3...show Lizzie you're real!! Just...show her. Somehow. She needs to believe in you. She needs to know you're real.
That's al l really. You've never failed me before, so I'm putting complete trust in you. Thank you, and Merry Christmas Santa.
Gordo
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AN: Aww! Sniff, sadness. Ok, that's my pathetic excuse for part 3. Once again, please excuse it's suckyness, by 2 AM all my creative juices usually run dry. Merry Christmas fellow LMers!
Disclaimer: Not mine. But I you would like to give me Gordo for Christmas, I wouldn't stop you! : ) The plot I do own. Take it, and be prepared to lose a lot of money.
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Part 3: No Good-bye's
There were hundreds of people all over the place. Chattering, laughing, crying, yelling. People were being greeted by loved ones, after a long separation. People were bidding farewell to loved ones leaving for a separation much like the one the aforementioned were returning from. People were waiting, patient, impatient, excited, scared, preparing to embark on a new adventure or chapter in their lives. And then there were those like the two young people, completely oblivious to everyone around them, focused solely on one another. Neither one wanting another second to pass by, bringing the dreaded future nearer and nearer. Neither one wanting to say what had to be said.
Lizzie sighed heavily, focusing on the drab gray carpet of the airport, her mind blank, empty of all thoughts and fears. She knew that if she let herself think about today, about him, she wouldn't be able to hold it together. She had been dreading this day for months and months, doing all she could to fill her time with work, friends, family, and anything else she could think of just to keep her mind off of this day and all the fears that came with it. As it approached, which it did quite quickly, she did all she could to push it away, make it disappear, erase it from the calendar, wake up from the nightmare, but nothing worked. And now it was here, staring her in the face, all around her. Her worst fear had come true. And the one word she had vowed never to say to him, was the one word she had to say.
It has been 7 years, exactly, since the day she had had an epiphany of sorts, and bravely kissed her long time best friend, risking everything they both had with each other for the feel of his lightly chapped, gentle lips. She remembered the feeling of overwhelming fear consuming her as she sat in the cold plastic airport seat, and felt it once again surge through her body. Immediately the pricks of hot tears filled her eyes and she looked helplessly at the man sitting beside her, holding her hand, the same fear coursing through his veins. Feeling her intense stare, Gordo turned his crystal orbs on her and heard her silent cry for comfort loud and clear. Without a word his arms folded around her, sending waves of love and comfort from his heart to hers, as he began to gently whisper into her ear.
"Shh, Liz, don't cry baby. It'll be ok, I promise. We'll be ok." He chanted in a melodic whisper. Lizzie felt the rush of fear clam to a slight nagging feeling as she felt his warm breath on her ear. She allowed her lids to close heavily over her deep brown eyes and burrowed closer into the warmth of her best friend. Her love. Her life.
"Hey, hey, look at me, Lizzie. Come on." Gordo said suddenly, pulling away and tilting back to look at his beautiful girlfriend. His eyes darted over her face when she turned it toward him, skimming over her soft, slightly pink cheeks, her button nose, her full, lip-glossed lips, and finally up to her tear-stained chocolate eyes.
"I know you're scared, Liz, I am too. I'm scared that you'll forget me, or not want to wait for me, not want to be tied down to someone so far away. I get so fucking scared that while I'm thousands of miles away, you'll meet someone new. Someone 'hotter' than me, cooler than me, whatever. Someone you'll want more than you want me. Someone who'll be here to make you happy, and not off playing with camera's in New York. Someone who can love you up close and personal, and not over the phone or on the Internet. But...I have to have faith Lizzie. That's what makes this all ok, that's why I'm still going. Because I trust you, and I have faith that we're supposed to be together. That all those years ago when you came to me with a little box of crayons and some paper, there was some greater power making it happen. I have faith that you love me, and that I love you, and that that's all we need to make it through this. We'll be ok Lizzie, I know we will." Gordo's hands came up to cup Lizzie's face, and his eyes begged her to believe him. To believe in them. To believe in their love.
"I'm trying to have faith Gordo, I am. But you're gonna be so far away, with all these new people, new girls. Girls who know about things that you like. Girls who you can talk to about cameras, and angles, and editing. Girls with brains. You're gonna see these girls and forget all about me!" Two crystal tears rolled slowly down Lizzie's cheek, only to be rubbed away by Gordo's gently thumbs. He shook his head fervently, and whispered a broken 'never' before pulling his love close again.
"I don't care what girls are out there, what they know about, all I care about is you, ok? Don't ever think otherwise. Don't ever forget that. There's just you for me, Elizabeth McGuire, no matter where I am, who I'm with, or what I'm doing. Just you. You got that?" He whispered, his hand brushing through Lizzie's long golden locks. Lizzie nodded, unable to speak for fear of breaking down. She wrapped her arms around Gordo's waist and squeezed him tightly as she gathered herself together.
"Do you have to leave right before Christmas? It's the worst timing ever." She whined softly, pulling her head back to look up at Gordo, who these days was a few inches taller than her and loving it. Gordo tilted his head slightly, giving Lizzie a soft peck on the lips before smiling sadly and answering her.
"I know the timing sucks badly, but the people at the film institute said if I wanted to get that internship I had to leave right away. This is huge Lizzie, I'm this fresh-faced kid outta high school, going to a no-name community college, and they want ME in New York interning for one of the biggest network's on television. I mean come on, Liz, it's NBC. It's such a huge chance for me, I gotta take this." Gordo felt so guilty about leaving just a few days before the Holidays. His parents had been pretty un-happy with the news, but still urged him to take this chance, knowing that it was a dream come true for their only child. Miranda was ecstatic, making Gordo promise to do everything he could to get her a hook-up with any kind of producer or record executive.
"It is huge, and I am so completely proud of you, and I'd never ask you to pass it up. I just wish you could wait until after the holidays. I've never spent one Christmas without you since we've met, do you know that? Every year we've always been together for Christmas. It's going to be so lonely this year..." Lizzie cast her eyes downward, tears filling her eyes once again. Gordo bent his head and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
"You know, you could always ask Santa if he could make it so we were together..." He teased, knowing she thought Santa and all that 'mumbo-jumbo' was silliness. He smiled softly when he felt her shoulders shake with giggles, and felt warmth surge through his body when she looked up at him, her eyes shining.
"Gordo, are you ever gonna give up all that Santa crap? It isn't true and you know it. If I were you, I'd be careful about that. Who knows what those New Yorkers think about fairytales like Santa." Gordo laughed heartily, and shook his head at Lizzie's bah-humbug spirits.
"Don't you know the story of 34th Street? New York is like Santa's second home, my friend; he probably vacations there. In fact, maybe I'll try and get his autograph for you!" He joked, eliciting more laughter from his girlfriend.
"34th Street is just another story to add to all the other Holiday fairytales that AREN'T true. But if you wanna get me an autograph, try and get Matt LeBlanc, he works at NBC right? Oh man, what I wouldn't do for a few minutes alone with him. Woo, baby." Lizzie un-wrapped her arms from her boyfriend and waved her hand in front of her face, giggling softly at the jealous glare Gordo was shooting her. He fought the smile off his face with all his might, but seeing Lizzie staring at him with bright eyes, hearing her soft, girlish giggle, he couldn't keep it away.
"Matt LeBlanc's got nothing on me, look at these biceps baby." He held up his arm and flexed pitifully, grunting and posing in muscle man form, causing Lizzie to nearly fall over in a fit of laughter.
"Oh my god, STOP it, you're killing me! Oh Gordo, you could never be Matt LeBlanc, and I don't want it any other way. I like my men muscle-less, with gangly black hair and stormy gray eyes. Mmm, mmm, beautiful." She stiller her giggles long enough to reach up and kiss Gordo deeply, a kiss full of love and happiness. Gordo wrapped his arms around her waist, tilting his head to deepen the kiss more.
"Flight 345 to New York City now boarding seats 14 and up. Seats 14 and up." The intercom blared through the couple's hazy passionate moment, erasing their smiles and laughter immediately. Their kiss was broken immediately, and tears filled both pairs of eyes as Gordo quickly gathered his carry-on's. He pulled the strap of his duffel bag over his shoulder and locked his eyes with Lizzie's, his heart breaking at the sadness that filled them, and the tears streaming down her tinted cheeks.
"Don't cry, Liz, please don't cry." He begged as he pulled her into a quick hug. Reluctantly they parted and he quickly kissed her soft lips, wishing he could never leave her side, never leave this moment.
"I love you." He whispered as he pulled away.
"I love you." She whispered in return. And with that he turned and walked away, not able to look back, knowing that if he did he wouldn't be able to leave. Lizzie watched with a breaking heart as the love of her life disappeared from sight, and she prayed silently that their love would reach across all the miles that would soon separate them, and last through the challenges that were sure to come.
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Dear Santa,
It's been forever since I've written to ask you anything, but I've never stopped believing in you. I'm writing you now, as I sit in a stuffy airplane, flying somewhere over Ohio, to ask you for the most important thing I've ever asked you for. Yeah, even more important than that video camera I asked for when I was 15. I'm headed towards New York for an unknown amount of time. I was offered an internship for a television network that can be really helpful in my career of directing.
What I need to ask of you is pretty simple. Please keep Lizzie safe. I had to leave her in California, and I won't see her for a very long time. I've only been away from her a few hours or so and I'm already worried sick about her. Just make sure she's ok. Make sure she's never sad. And make sure she knows I love her and always will. And...help us make it through this. That's all I want this year, for Christmas. For Lizzie to be ok, and for us to make it through whatever is in store for us. That's it. Oh, and of course, what I ask you for every time I write since I was 3...show Lizzie you're real!! Just...show her. Somehow. She needs to believe in you. She needs to know you're real.
That's al l really. You've never failed me before, so I'm putting complete trust in you. Thank you, and Merry Christmas Santa.
Gordo
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AN: Aww! Sniff, sadness. Ok, that's my pathetic excuse for part 3. Once again, please excuse it's suckyness, by 2 AM all my creative juices usually run dry. Merry Christmas fellow LMers!