A/N: I do not own Lizzie, Gordo, Miranda, Matt, or any other characters from the TV show. (Although owning Gordo wouldn't be a bad thing…) However, the plot IS mine. Once again, I've been getting extremely good reviews, which is suprising(in a good way, of course).
GORDO'S P.O.V.
I was a nervous wreck as I watched Lizzie unlock the door to her house. I mean, this was my chance… my chance to tell her how I really felt about her. But would I be able to work up the courage to actually do it?
"…so, Gordo.. What is it you have to want to tell me?"
"Uh… I'll tell you later. Why don't we get started on our calculus homework?" This was not going well. Although no one would ever guess it, I am actually quite the coward. Well… when it comes to things like this, anyway.
She made a face. "I really don't understand how you could possibly ENJOY doing homework of any sort. Yuck."
I had to grin. "Hey… who said I ENJOYED it? I don't MIND it, but to say I enjoy it… That's stretching the truth."
She opened her mouth to reply when Matt came stampeding down the stairs. "LIZZIE! LIZZIE!"
She looked at him, face falling. "Now what?"
He paused to catch his breath. "You're not going to believe it! I mean, this is EXTREME!"
"TELL ME ALREADY, THEN!"
"My girlfriend is coming over! Right now! Aren't you excited?" He jumped up and down, full of hyper-active energy.
"Matt, no… Can't you go to HER house or something? I'm sure Gordo will agree with me when I say that we really don't want to see you two making out…"
The look that came across Matt's face was indescribable. "EW! THAT IS SICK , LIZZIE! WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?"
Lizzie raised an eyebrow. "What are YOU thinking?"
Her younger brother rolled his eyes"Melanie is too good for you people. I'm going to take her somewhere else!" He walked out of the room. Approximately 11 seconds later, a still quiet had once again fallen over the home of the McGuire residence.
"Thank God!", she shouted, thrusting her arms heavenward.
I laughed. "All in all, Liz, he's really not THAT bad…"
"Right… Anyways.. Tell me what you wanted to tell me!"
I shook my head.
"Please! I won't tell anyone else… I swear! You can trust me, Gordo." Her eyes met mine, pleading for me to tell her.
My breath caught in my throat at the sight of their beauty. Then I snapped out of it. "I can't tell you, Lizzie. I thought I could, but it turns out I can't."
"GORDO! It's going to bother me until you tell me, so just get it over with already."
"NO!" I shouted.
A look of hurt and confusion came across her face. 'I-I-I'm sorry, Gordo.", she stuttered.
I stood. " I gotta go."
She shook her head, her blonde hair slightly swaying. "I won't mention it again. I promise!"
Frustrated, I shot her an annoyed glance. "That's not the point, Lizzie."
Her eyes, filled with sadness, confusion, and a bit of anger followed me through the house, and continued to do so until I walked out of her house.
As I got outside, I mentally beat myself up. I was such a fricking coward! This was my once in a lifetime opportunity, and I blew it.
Now what was I supposed to do?