Disclaimer: Don't own NOTHING! Not Lizzie, not Gordo (that's really too bad), and not the songs. Sorry.
Author's Note: I haven't done anything to Gordo. He's still the same guy. And as for Lizzie wanting Gordo… I know. I haven't seen too many stories like that either. I just wanted to write one that would make it very clear just how reciprocated Gordo's feelings are. And sorry, but this chapter is shorter than the last one, but now I know exactly what I want to do with Chapter Three, and so I had to stop it here. Please read and review. And if Gordo isn't coming off quite like he is in the show, let me know, so I won't make him too different. Because above all else that I want you to get from this story, I want you to get that Lizzie likes Gordo JUST HOW HE IS. That he didn't have to get taller or become different for Lizzie to take notice.
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"Here I go,
I'm shaking just like the breeze.
Hey baby, I need your hand to steady me.
I'm not denying,
I'm frightened as much as you
Though I'm barely touching you
I've shivers down my spine
And it feels divine."
-Jessica Andrews, Show Me Heaven
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The ride to the lake was alive with questions from the Gordons about Lizzie's time in Rome. They wanted to know everything. How had it felt, singing in front of all those people? Was the city just as beautiful as everyone said? Was she glad to be home?
By the time they reached their destination her brain had been picked clean and the only thought going through her mind was how glad she was to climb out of the car.
A bluebird chirped in a large tree as the Gordons drove away. A long moment passed as the pair approached the water's edge.
"This is my favorite place," she found herself saying aloud. They were sitting in the shade of an oak tree, the shadow of which cooling them from the heat.
"I know," he answered. He passed her a slice of bread they had set aside for the ducks and she began tearing it into bite sized pieces.
"It's so peaceful." Surprisingly, there was no one else around. Usually, this time of year, it was filled with local high school kids, loud and boisterous, leaping into the warm water, splashing everyone around. Usually, the laughter and voices were earsplitting.
Not today. Today there was an odd calm surrounding them.
She had to say something. The silence was starting to get to her. One more instant and her heart would start doing the talking.
"So… Did you have a good time in Rome?"
*Okay, THAT doesn't sound dumb. He was in one of the most romantic cities in the world, and I want to know if he had fun. Oh, someone just shoot me.*
He looked at her oddly. "Yeah, it was good. Got a lot of stuff on camera. You should come by and watch the video sometime."
"I will."
He returned his attention to the water, then stood. She followed suit. Slowly he turned to face her. Their eyes locked.
"Lizzie…"
She caught her breath. "Yeah?"
He took a step closer. "Look, Lizzie." He gently reached up and rested his hands on her shoulder. She relished his touch.
Then it happened.
With no warning, without another word spoken…
He shoved her into the lake.
Lizzie might have been taller than he was, but taken completely off guard, all she could do was shriek in protest and hit the water full throttle.
Fully clothed.
Coming up for air, she growled in fury.
"Gordo!"
From the shore, he laughed. "I couldn't help it."
She was faster than he. Even from the disadvantage point of the water, she caught him effortlessly. Grabbing hold of his wrist, she dragged him towards the lake.
"I'm sorry," he moaned, in an attempt to be released for good behavior.
"Too little, too late." She took in a deep breath and breathed in his scent. It wasn't cologne or anything, but it was HIS SCENT. The way he smelled. And she didn't want to forget it.
*Focus!*
With a triumphant yell, she leapt into the water, taking him with her.
"McGuire!" he screamed. And then he began swimming towards her.
He was a much better swimmer.
"Ahh!" She had a good lead, but probably not good enough. Yet she swam with all her might towards the shore, ignoring the sound of him gaining.
"Oh, no you don't." He caught her from behind, his arms wrapping around her waist.
And she froze.
Every brain cell fully functioning told her how unbelievably bad this was, but she couldn't move. Goosebumps appeared, running up and down her arms.
Still behind her, his breath tickled her neck.
And when she turned, and their faces were mere inches away from each other.
"Gordo," she breathed.
*Say it! Say it, say it, say it!*
"Lizzie…" He glanced up at the suddenly dark sky. "It's beginning to rain." With that, he spun around, and swam towards land.
Swallowing all the screams of frustration rising in her throat she ducked herself under once more. And then, with a sigh, did the same.
"No lighting yet," Gordo said, setting up the picnic under a large oak tree.
"Lucky," she returned halfheartedly. Had he not noticed? Had he really not felt the desire that had been radiating from her?
Or maybe he had noticed but been unwilling to respond because he didn't feel that way anymore.
That was something she may have to learn to deal with. But she just didn't get it. How do just suddenly STOP loving someone? How do you from wanting to kiss them to NOT, when you're presented with the opportunity?
For that matter, how do you go from seeing a guy as your best friend to believing in your heart that you can't live without him?
*I should just tell him. And then I'll know for sure.*
Grinting her teeth in anticipation, she set her sandwich down and shifted. "Gordo, can I ask you something?"
"Course."
She closed her eyes. This was it, the moment of truth. "Gordo, I was just wondering if you-"
BEEP BEEP!
The pair jumped and caught sight of his parents' car pulling up.
"Come on, kids," Mrs. Gordon called, "it's raining. We need to get you both home!"
"Okay, Mom," Gordo yelled back. Swiftly he began gathering the food. "What did you want to ask me, Lizzie?"
"Just…. Just if you want to come over and hang out for a while."
*I KNOW what you're thinking. But what if he said no? Then, not only would I have to figure out a way to repair my broken heart, but our broken friendship too.*
He grinned. "Sure."
"Great."
Dashing through the rain, they leapt into the car, and when they laughed, she could almost pretend that times were like they had been. Before she knew how he felt. And before she fell in love with her best friend.
Author's Note: I haven't done anything to Gordo. He's still the same guy. And as for Lizzie wanting Gordo… I know. I haven't seen too many stories like that either. I just wanted to write one that would make it very clear just how reciprocated Gordo's feelings are. And sorry, but this chapter is shorter than the last one, but now I know exactly what I want to do with Chapter Three, and so I had to stop it here. Please read and review. And if Gordo isn't coming off quite like he is in the show, let me know, so I won't make him too different. Because above all else that I want you to get from this story, I want you to get that Lizzie likes Gordo JUST HOW HE IS. That he didn't have to get taller or become different for Lizzie to take notice.
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"Here I go,
I'm shaking just like the breeze.
Hey baby, I need your hand to steady me.
I'm not denying,
I'm frightened as much as you
Though I'm barely touching you
I've shivers down my spine
And it feels divine."
-Jessica Andrews, Show Me Heaven
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The ride to the lake was alive with questions from the Gordons about Lizzie's time in Rome. They wanted to know everything. How had it felt, singing in front of all those people? Was the city just as beautiful as everyone said? Was she glad to be home?
By the time they reached their destination her brain had been picked clean and the only thought going through her mind was how glad she was to climb out of the car.
A bluebird chirped in a large tree as the Gordons drove away. A long moment passed as the pair approached the water's edge.
"This is my favorite place," she found herself saying aloud. They were sitting in the shade of an oak tree, the shadow of which cooling them from the heat.
"I know," he answered. He passed her a slice of bread they had set aside for the ducks and she began tearing it into bite sized pieces.
"It's so peaceful." Surprisingly, there was no one else around. Usually, this time of year, it was filled with local high school kids, loud and boisterous, leaping into the warm water, splashing everyone around. Usually, the laughter and voices were earsplitting.
Not today. Today there was an odd calm surrounding them.
She had to say something. The silence was starting to get to her. One more instant and her heart would start doing the talking.
"So… Did you have a good time in Rome?"
*Okay, THAT doesn't sound dumb. He was in one of the most romantic cities in the world, and I want to know if he had fun. Oh, someone just shoot me.*
He looked at her oddly. "Yeah, it was good. Got a lot of stuff on camera. You should come by and watch the video sometime."
"I will."
He returned his attention to the water, then stood. She followed suit. Slowly he turned to face her. Their eyes locked.
"Lizzie…"
She caught her breath. "Yeah?"
He took a step closer. "Look, Lizzie." He gently reached up and rested his hands on her shoulder. She relished his touch.
Then it happened.
With no warning, without another word spoken…
He shoved her into the lake.
Lizzie might have been taller than he was, but taken completely off guard, all she could do was shriek in protest and hit the water full throttle.
Fully clothed.
Coming up for air, she growled in fury.
"Gordo!"
From the shore, he laughed. "I couldn't help it."
She was faster than he. Even from the disadvantage point of the water, she caught him effortlessly. Grabbing hold of his wrist, she dragged him towards the lake.
"I'm sorry," he moaned, in an attempt to be released for good behavior.
"Too little, too late." She took in a deep breath and breathed in his scent. It wasn't cologne or anything, but it was HIS SCENT. The way he smelled. And she didn't want to forget it.
*Focus!*
With a triumphant yell, she leapt into the water, taking him with her.
"McGuire!" he screamed. And then he began swimming towards her.
He was a much better swimmer.
"Ahh!" She had a good lead, but probably not good enough. Yet she swam with all her might towards the shore, ignoring the sound of him gaining.
"Oh, no you don't." He caught her from behind, his arms wrapping around her waist.
And she froze.
Every brain cell fully functioning told her how unbelievably bad this was, but she couldn't move. Goosebumps appeared, running up and down her arms.
Still behind her, his breath tickled her neck.
And when she turned, and their faces were mere inches away from each other.
"Gordo," she breathed.
*Say it! Say it, say it, say it!*
"Lizzie…" He glanced up at the suddenly dark sky. "It's beginning to rain." With that, he spun around, and swam towards land.
Swallowing all the screams of frustration rising in her throat she ducked herself under once more. And then, with a sigh, did the same.
"No lighting yet," Gordo said, setting up the picnic under a large oak tree.
"Lucky," she returned halfheartedly. Had he not noticed? Had he really not felt the desire that had been radiating from her?
Or maybe he had noticed but been unwilling to respond because he didn't feel that way anymore.
That was something she may have to learn to deal with. But she just didn't get it. How do just suddenly STOP loving someone? How do you from wanting to kiss them to NOT, when you're presented with the opportunity?
For that matter, how do you go from seeing a guy as your best friend to believing in your heart that you can't live without him?
*I should just tell him. And then I'll know for sure.*
Grinting her teeth in anticipation, she set her sandwich down and shifted. "Gordo, can I ask you something?"
"Course."
She closed her eyes. This was it, the moment of truth. "Gordo, I was just wondering if you-"
BEEP BEEP!
The pair jumped and caught sight of his parents' car pulling up.
"Come on, kids," Mrs. Gordon called, "it's raining. We need to get you both home!"
"Okay, Mom," Gordo yelled back. Swiftly he began gathering the food. "What did you want to ask me, Lizzie?"
"Just…. Just if you want to come over and hang out for a while."
*I KNOW what you're thinking. But what if he said no? Then, not only would I have to figure out a way to repair my broken heart, but our broken friendship too.*
He grinned. "Sure."
"Great."
Dashing through the rain, they leapt into the car, and when they laughed, she could almost pretend that times were like they had been. Before she knew how he felt. And before she fell in love with her best friend.
