A/N: I'm updating again… why you ask? Well, first of all, for some unknown reason, I'm on this writing kick, meaning, I've been having some rather (in my eyes) good ideas for this story, and secondly, I'm rather bored! (not that that's the only time I ever write… I love to write!) Well, I haven't gotten too many reviews on my 6th chapter, and I just posted the 7th chapter today as well. Reassure me that this story isn't completely idiotic and stupid, and please review… even if it is a on or two-worded review!

Anyways, here's Chapter 8. Hope ya'll like!

GORDO'S POV

"David!", my father, the psychiatrist, yelled, "telephone!"

I sighed. Who the heck was it now… Not that that statement that came into my mind made any sense, because in all reality, I don't get that many phone calls. I shrugged. Oh well, life goes on.

I trudged down the stairs. I really didn't feel like talking to anyone right now. Not even Lizzie, whom I'd been wanting to talk to ever since that one day I went to her house, prepared to tell her how I truly felt about her… That I had indeed been in love with her for a very long time. But I was totally getting my mind off subject.

When I reached my destination, the wall where our phone was mounted*, I looked at my father. "Who is it?", I asked.

"Some girl named Lizzie. She sounds really desperate to talk to you." Without another word, he placed the receiver in my hand, and returned to his study, where he did his 'work', as he called it. Personally, I think he just hides out in there so he doesn't have to put up with me or my mother. What an asshole, huh? As you can see, I don't think very much of my father. In fact, I think he's quite dumb, and needs to wake up and start paying attention to the family he has before we're suddenly are whisked away from him.

"Hello?", I said into the receiver, my voice cracking. My throat had suddenly gone very dry.

"Um, hey, Gordo… It's, ah, Lizzie." She sounded just as nervous as I must have sounded.

"Oh… Hey, Lizzie… So…. What's up?" I quietly banged my head against the wall. Here I was talking to the girl I'm in love with, and I'm making myself sound like an idiot. What the hell was wrong with me? Everything…, a voice in my head told me. I sighed.

"Um, Not much. I was wondering if maybe we could, um, meet somewhere and talk or something?" She was quiet compared to the numerous times we had spoken on the phone previously.

"We're talking now, aren't we?" There I went again, with my fricking cocky attitude… Wait a minute… I wasn't nearly cool enough to be cocky…

There was a long silence before Lizzie spoke up again. "Never mind. I shouldn't have called. It was a bad idea. I'll let you go -her voice cracked- I hope you have a nice life, Gordo."

"WAIT!" I shouted, immediately regretting it. My dad would probably throw a fit. That's all I needed. If I made him mad enough, which wasn't hard to do, he would hit me. He wasn't afraid to do it. But I sure as hell was afraid of him doing it.

She sniffled. "What?" She asked.

"I'll meet you, wherever you want to meet, alright? Just don't hang up, and don't tell me to have a nice life, because I'm not walking out of your life. Even if you wanted me to I wouldn't. You mean the world to me Lizzie. You've been my best friend since forever. You've always been there for me through all the bad times, just like I've been there for you. And I don't want to lose that, Lizzie. Hell, I don't want to lose you. I want us to be best friends for years to come. I want to make many more memories with you." I took a deep breath. I had wanted to say that for so long, but I had left something out… "Oh, and Lizzie?"

"Yeah?", She asked, obviously crying. Maybe my mini-speech touched her or something.

I took a long, deep breath. "I love you."

*In the show, I know they have phones in their rooms, but I changed that because I felt like it.