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Unexpected
Chapter Thirteen: The Best of Times and the Worst of Times
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"Hello?" Lizzie asked.
"Lizzie?"
Gordo!
"Um, hi," she said.
"Are you all right? You weren't in school today."
"Um, yeah, I had a...a bug. But I'm okay now."
"Oh, good." A pause. "I was worried that maybe you were...you know, avoiding me."
**Brilliant deduction, Sherlock.**
"Listen, Gordo, about yesterday..." What was she supposed to say in a situation like this? That it was a mistake? It may have been a mistake, but it was only the best mistake that had ever happened to her, and Lizzie experienced a lot of mistakes. She'd only spent all day today lying in bed, thinking about Gordo's lips on hers, and being torn between wanting to squeal excitedly and wanting to die because it was all sorts of wrong.
"I shouldn't have done that," Gordo said quickly.
**Yes you should've!**
"No, it was..." Lizzie couldn't find adequate words to express herself. Gordo probably thought she was a huge moron. "Why'd you do it?"
Gordo's silence was a clear indicator that that was the last response he'd been expecting. "Well, I thought you wanted me to..." he said lamely.
"Why would you think that?" Lizzie demanded hotly.
**Why am I getting mad? I DID want him to kiss me!**
"C'mon, Lizzie, you said you loved me. If that isn't a clear-cut indicator, I don't know what is."
"Gordo, I...I gotta go. For dinner..." she said weakly, knowing he was right and unwilling to admit that. She wanted to be with Gordo, but at the same time, she just couldn't. Not when Miranda hated her, not when things were weird between her and Gordo as it was...it was way too complicated for her and Gordo to get together now.
Maybe ever.
"Dinner, right," Gordo said, sounding disappointed. "Uh, you going to be in school tomorrow?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. I'll see you later, then."
"Mhmm. Bye, Gordo."
"Lizzie...wait."
Lizzie, thumb over the 'off' button, paused.
"I love you, too."
**Way to make things even more difficult.**
Lizzie hung up the phone.
Unexpected
Chapter Thirteen: The Best of Times and the Worst of Times
~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~
"Hello?" Lizzie asked.
"Lizzie?"
Gordo!
"Um, hi," she said.
"Are you all right? You weren't in school today."
"Um, yeah, I had a...a bug. But I'm okay now."
"Oh, good." A pause. "I was worried that maybe you were...you know, avoiding me."
**Brilliant deduction, Sherlock.**
"Listen, Gordo, about yesterday..." What was she supposed to say in a situation like this? That it was a mistake? It may have been a mistake, but it was only the best mistake that had ever happened to her, and Lizzie experienced a lot of mistakes. She'd only spent all day today lying in bed, thinking about Gordo's lips on hers, and being torn between wanting to squeal excitedly and wanting to die because it was all sorts of wrong.
"I shouldn't have done that," Gordo said quickly.
**Yes you should've!**
"No, it was..." Lizzie couldn't find adequate words to express herself. Gordo probably thought she was a huge moron. "Why'd you do it?"
Gordo's silence was a clear indicator that that was the last response he'd been expecting. "Well, I thought you wanted me to..." he said lamely.
"Why would you think that?" Lizzie demanded hotly.
**Why am I getting mad? I DID want him to kiss me!**
"C'mon, Lizzie, you said you loved me. If that isn't a clear-cut indicator, I don't know what is."
"Gordo, I...I gotta go. For dinner..." she said weakly, knowing he was right and unwilling to admit that. She wanted to be with Gordo, but at the same time, she just couldn't. Not when Miranda hated her, not when things were weird between her and Gordo as it was...it was way too complicated for her and Gordo to get together now.
Maybe ever.
"Dinner, right," Gordo said, sounding disappointed. "Uh, you going to be in school tomorrow?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. I'll see you later, then."
"Mhmm. Bye, Gordo."
"Lizzie...wait."
Lizzie, thumb over the 'off' button, paused.
"I love you, too."
**Way to make things even more difficult.**
Lizzie hung up the phone.