Chapter 10: The Fight
Monday 8:00 AM
Lizzie POV
"No way!" I screamed. "You are not going."
"Why? I have to see if Mirada is okay. I'm going."
"What if you die, too?"
"What do you mean, 'too'? Are you saying Miranda is dead?!" He yelled. "You could at least have a tiny bit of hope. Some friend you are."
"I am her best friend, okay? So don't say 'some friend you are' to me."
"Are you saying that you and Miranda are such great friends that you don't even need me?" He was steaming.
"Yeah, that's exactly what I'm saying." I snapped back.
"You are-" He stopped.
" 'You are' what?" I asked. "Go on, say it."
"I'm not going to. You couldn't handle it." He said stubbornly.
"Oh, you think I can't handle it? I'm not some delicate chick, Gordo. Is that how you feel about me?"
"You would never know how I feel about you. And if you did, you wouldn't understand." He said softly.
"I wouldn't understand? Oh, Gordo, Gordo, Gordo. I understand perfectly. You don't want me in your life. Is that right?" I asked.
"Close enough." Gordo scoffed.
"Fine!"
"FINE!"
He stomped away furiously.
I ran into the tent and zipped it tightly.
Then the tears started to pour out. What had I just done? I was so mean to him. Animated Lizzie: I say I love him, and then I start yelling at him. What's wrong with me?
I brushed the tears away. What was I going to do now that Gordo hated my guts?
Gordo POV
I ran into the forest. I could not believe myself. I had almost called Lizzie-it hurt my brain just to think about it. But now she was mad at me. I was mad at myself. I felt like apologizing, but what I had said must have really hurt badly. She wasn't going to except a lousy apology.
I started to cry and brushed the tears away. I was a guy. Guys didn't cry. Especially over girls.
But this girl wasn't just a girl. It was-Lizzie. Lizzie, the girl I'd call my sister. The girl I'd have pillow fights with and give advice to. The girl I made fun of when she cared about what other people thought.
And then I thought, 'I've always been there for Lizzie. Always helped her out with her problems, always listened. But when had she listened to me or my feelings? She never cared about me.'
Then I made a decision.
I was over Lizzie.
It was hard, but I knew she'd never love me the way that I loved her. She never cared about my problems, or me, as long as Gordo Houdini would fix everything for her. She wouldn't understand how hard it is to be a guy. To hear that girl you like talking about other guys. She never cared about me, and she never would. And anyway, she liked another guy, not me.
I sat down on a rock, not knowing what to think about. Usually it'd be Lizzie, but now that I was over her, nothing else came to mind. It didn't feel like there was a purpose for living anymore.
Was Lizzie the only thing that I lived for?
No, that was crazy.
I still couldn't believe the way I had talked to my best friend. Even if I wasn't head over heels for her anymore, she was still my friend, and I hadn't ever thought of saying stuff like that!
It was on such a stupid reason. I wanted to go and see if Miranda was alright, but Lizzie wouldn't let me. I asked why, and then we got into a big fight.
I wanted to make one thing clear... I was mad at Lizzie. I didn't like the way she had responded to me. I didn't like her anymore, either.
It was true; I didn't want her in my life anymore.
But still...
It was all my fault and I had to find a way to fix it.
Monday 8:00 AM
Lizzie POV
"No way!" I screamed. "You are not going."
"Why? I have to see if Mirada is okay. I'm going."
"What if you die, too?"
"What do you mean, 'too'? Are you saying Miranda is dead?!" He yelled. "You could at least have a tiny bit of hope. Some friend you are."
"I am her best friend, okay? So don't say 'some friend you are' to me."
"Are you saying that you and Miranda are such great friends that you don't even need me?" He was steaming.
"Yeah, that's exactly what I'm saying." I snapped back.
"You are-" He stopped.
" 'You are' what?" I asked. "Go on, say it."
"I'm not going to. You couldn't handle it." He said stubbornly.
"Oh, you think I can't handle it? I'm not some delicate chick, Gordo. Is that how you feel about me?"
"You would never know how I feel about you. And if you did, you wouldn't understand." He said softly.
"I wouldn't understand? Oh, Gordo, Gordo, Gordo. I understand perfectly. You don't want me in your life. Is that right?" I asked.
"Close enough." Gordo scoffed.
"Fine!"
"FINE!"
He stomped away furiously.
I ran into the tent and zipped it tightly.
Then the tears started to pour out. What had I just done? I was so mean to him. Animated Lizzie: I say I love him, and then I start yelling at him. What's wrong with me?
I brushed the tears away. What was I going to do now that Gordo hated my guts?
Gordo POV
I ran into the forest. I could not believe myself. I had almost called Lizzie-it hurt my brain just to think about it. But now she was mad at me. I was mad at myself. I felt like apologizing, but what I had said must have really hurt badly. She wasn't going to except a lousy apology.
I started to cry and brushed the tears away. I was a guy. Guys didn't cry. Especially over girls.
But this girl wasn't just a girl. It was-Lizzie. Lizzie, the girl I'd call my sister. The girl I'd have pillow fights with and give advice to. The girl I made fun of when she cared about what other people thought.
And then I thought, 'I've always been there for Lizzie. Always helped her out with her problems, always listened. But when had she listened to me or my feelings? She never cared about me.'
Then I made a decision.
I was over Lizzie.
It was hard, but I knew she'd never love me the way that I loved her. She never cared about my problems, or me, as long as Gordo Houdini would fix everything for her. She wouldn't understand how hard it is to be a guy. To hear that girl you like talking about other guys. She never cared about me, and she never would. And anyway, she liked another guy, not me.
I sat down on a rock, not knowing what to think about. Usually it'd be Lizzie, but now that I was over her, nothing else came to mind. It didn't feel like there was a purpose for living anymore.
Was Lizzie the only thing that I lived for?
No, that was crazy.
I still couldn't believe the way I had talked to my best friend. Even if I wasn't head over heels for her anymore, she was still my friend, and I hadn't ever thought of saying stuff like that!
It was on such a stupid reason. I wanted to go and see if Miranda was alright, but Lizzie wouldn't let me. I asked why, and then we got into a big fight.
I wanted to make one thing clear... I was mad at Lizzie. I didn't like the way she had responded to me. I didn't like her anymore, either.
It was true; I didn't want her in my life anymore.
But still...
It was all my fault and I had to find a way to fix it.
