Disclaimer: no one mentioned belongs to me, I guarantee it.
Author's note: short, but dramatic.
*Karasuma*Firestorm*
Unexpected
Chapter Eleven: Blind to the World
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"Gordo, I still like you."
She'd said it. She'd totally said it.
Gordo was staring at her like she'd grown an extra head. "You're kidding, right?"
He thought she was kidding? Talk about humiliating.
"Why would I be kidding? Gordo, you're such a great person, and I was just stupid, okay? I thought that running away would solve everything, that maybe it would kill my feelings for you, but I still like you, all right? I still do, and you're --you were-- going out with Miranda, and...I don't know why I'm telling you any of this. You're a good person, Gordo, you're a great person, and I know you're upset about this, but you shouldn't be upset. *She* changed, not you."
What was she even talking about? This was a huge mistake, a huge, huge mistake. She got up and fumbled clumsily for her backpack, laying on the floor at her feet. "I...I should go."
"Lizzie..."
"I'm sorry," she said, moving blindly for the door, her bag whacking against her knees.
"Lizzie, don't leave."
"I should go," she repeated.
"Lizzie, for the love of God, if you leave now I'll never speak to you again. I'll do it, too. I'll go hang out with Ethan Craft and the rest of the basketball team and we'll talk about scabs constantly, and I'll severely lower my I.Q. You don't want that, do you?"
She wanted to laugh. She also wanted to run. She settled for dropping her backpack on the kitchen floor. "No," she mumbled.
"It was you, did you know that? The girl I liked last year. I liked you, but you never noticed me. No one ever notices me."
"I noticed you more than you think."
"Then why didn't you say anything?"
"Why didn't *you*?" she countered hotly. "I mean, you liked me first, didn't you?"
"I didn't say anything because I thought you'd say no."
"Why would I say no?"
"Because I'm not Ethan Craft, that's why," he retorted.
Ethan Craft. Ethan, of the really good hair, and not much else. Lizzie hadn't even seen him since school started. Nor had she thought about him once since the day they exchanged yearbooks.
"You don't have to be Ethan Craft for me to like you, Gordo," Lizzie said, heated up. He made her so mad sometimes, constantly calling her shallow...well, yeah, maybe she was sometimes, but not anymore. Now she saw people for what they were inside, and Gordo was perfect inside. "You just have to be yourself. I mean, it worked, didn't it? Because I love you."
**MAYDAY!**
She'd said that out loud, hadn't she? When was she going to be cured of foot-in-mouth syndrome? Now she *really* had to go. She didn't bother to say goodbye, just grabbed her bag and stumbled blindly out of the kitchen, gaining speed as she moved through the house. She unlocked the front door and pulled it open, only to have it slammed shut in her face.
Lizzie turned around, and Gordo was standing there, his arm over her shoulder, braced against the door. They were so close, so close...
Gordo kissed her.
Lizzie kissed him back, closing her eyes, blind to the world, just not caring anymore.
Then it was over, and she panicked, and she yanked the door open and ran.
Author's note: short, but dramatic.
*Karasuma*Firestorm*
Unexpected
Chapter Eleven: Blind to the World
~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~
"Gordo, I still like you."
She'd said it. She'd totally said it.
Gordo was staring at her like she'd grown an extra head. "You're kidding, right?"
He thought she was kidding? Talk about humiliating.
"Why would I be kidding? Gordo, you're such a great person, and I was just stupid, okay? I thought that running away would solve everything, that maybe it would kill my feelings for you, but I still like you, all right? I still do, and you're --you were-- going out with Miranda, and...I don't know why I'm telling you any of this. You're a good person, Gordo, you're a great person, and I know you're upset about this, but you shouldn't be upset. *She* changed, not you."
What was she even talking about? This was a huge mistake, a huge, huge mistake. She got up and fumbled clumsily for her backpack, laying on the floor at her feet. "I...I should go."
"Lizzie..."
"I'm sorry," she said, moving blindly for the door, her bag whacking against her knees.
"Lizzie, don't leave."
"I should go," she repeated.
"Lizzie, for the love of God, if you leave now I'll never speak to you again. I'll do it, too. I'll go hang out with Ethan Craft and the rest of the basketball team and we'll talk about scabs constantly, and I'll severely lower my I.Q. You don't want that, do you?"
She wanted to laugh. She also wanted to run. She settled for dropping her backpack on the kitchen floor. "No," she mumbled.
"It was you, did you know that? The girl I liked last year. I liked you, but you never noticed me. No one ever notices me."
"I noticed you more than you think."
"Then why didn't you say anything?"
"Why didn't *you*?" she countered hotly. "I mean, you liked me first, didn't you?"
"I didn't say anything because I thought you'd say no."
"Why would I say no?"
"Because I'm not Ethan Craft, that's why," he retorted.
Ethan Craft. Ethan, of the really good hair, and not much else. Lizzie hadn't even seen him since school started. Nor had she thought about him once since the day they exchanged yearbooks.
"You don't have to be Ethan Craft for me to like you, Gordo," Lizzie said, heated up. He made her so mad sometimes, constantly calling her shallow...well, yeah, maybe she was sometimes, but not anymore. Now she saw people for what they were inside, and Gordo was perfect inside. "You just have to be yourself. I mean, it worked, didn't it? Because I love you."
**MAYDAY!**
She'd said that out loud, hadn't she? When was she going to be cured of foot-in-mouth syndrome? Now she *really* had to go. She didn't bother to say goodbye, just grabbed her bag and stumbled blindly out of the kitchen, gaining speed as she moved through the house. She unlocked the front door and pulled it open, only to have it slammed shut in her face.
Lizzie turned around, and Gordo was standing there, his arm over her shoulder, braced against the door. They were so close, so close...
Gordo kissed her.
Lizzie kissed him back, closing her eyes, blind to the world, just not caring anymore.
Then it was over, and she panicked, and she yanked the door open and ran.