A/N: Here I am, updating again , but hey, what the heck? From here on out, any lyrics I use in this story can be found on the following three albums by Matchbox Twenty: "Yourself or Someone Like You", "Mad Season", and "More Than You Think You Are.". Don't ya'll just love MB20?
Okay… Anyway, here's Chapter 7... Hope ya'll like it!
Lizzie's POV
I was in my room, after school, trying to do my homework, but it was no use. Frustrated, I threw my pencil across the room, and it hit my bulletin board, bounced back, and hit me. No, it was NOT my day. Miranda was mad at me for no obvious reason, and even worse, Gordo still hadn't spoken to me since the episode that happened at my house that one day after school.
Also, I was worried about Miranda. And I had no one to talk to about it… except… MATT! Duh! Why hadn't I thought of that much earlier?! I practically raced out of my room to his, and knocked rather frantically on his bedroom door. I heard him get up, and a couple seconds later, the door opened.
"Hey, Lizzie!", he said rather cheerfully, "What's up? Come on in!"
"Dude, I thought you'd be upset since you had to go to school and face Melanie today." I was truly surprised. Obviously he had handled himself well.
He gave me a look that made me feel stupid, before it finally dawned on me…. He HADN'T gone to school today. That little bugger!
"I see…", I said thoughtfully, "I thought you were more of a man than that!"
He rolled his eyes. "Lizzie, you know I'm cool, and you're just jealous." He smirked. "You can show yourself out."
I sighed. Well, our friendly brother-sister relationship hadn't lasted long. I couldn't put up with this anymore. I went back to my room, signed on to my computer, and logged on to the Internet. I began to write an email to Gordo:
I'm not crazy
I'm just a little unwell
I know right now you can't tell
But stay awhile, maybe then you'll see a different side of me
I'm not crazy
I'm just a little impaired
I know, right now you don't care
But soon enough you're gonna think of me and how I used to be.
That's all I could think of. Lyrics to one of my favorite songs that really made no sense with what was going on with me and Gordo right now, but it's what came to my mind, so I followed my instincts, and sent it to him. As soon as I hit the 'send' button, I felt like smacking myself. Gordo wouldn't understand. He's never understood what I see in the music that I listen to. And now, he would think that I was getting all sappy on him… Okay, maybe I was, but that was totally besides the point.
I was feeling so low right now. Honestly. I mean, basically, I had just lost my two closest friends in the world, and I had just send the dumbest email to Gordo. I didn't think things could get much worse. I sure as hell hoped they wouldn't.
Of course, my mom, immediately noticed I wasn't too happy on this particular night.
"What's wrong, sweetie?", she asked after supper, "You can tell me anything. I just want you to know that."
I thought for a moment, and decided that, yes, I would give talking to my mom a try. It wasn't like I had anyone else to talk to.
"Everyone's mad at me, Mom! Gordo's mad because I kept trying to pry into his secrets, and Miranda… I don't know WHAT Miranda's problem is."
My mom stroked my hair, smiling a knowing smile. "You know what you need to do? You need to call Gordo right now. If you don't, and you two keep ignoring each other, you could ruin your friendship for forever, and that's not really what you want, is it?"
I shook my head, and whispered, "No."
I looked at her. "Mom, there's something else."
She looked at me, gently questioning me with her eyes. "What?"
"I think I love him."
So, later that night, with a shaking hand, I reached for the phone I had recently gotten installed in my room, grasped it in my hand, and brought it to eye level. I dialed his number, a number that I'd known by heart ever since 3rd grade… a number I'd never forget as long as I lived. I brought the phone up to my ear, and listened to the Gordon's phone ringing on the other line. I was just about to hang up, when someone picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hi… Is Gor- David there?" Gosh. If I got anymore nervous, I'd start having panic attacks… or heart attacks.. Whichever came first.
"Yes he is. May I ask who's speaking?"
I breathed in deeply. "Lizzie. Lizzie McGuire."
I had gotten that part over with. Now all I had to do was wait, and see if he'd be willing to talk to me.