Things I'll Never Say
A/N: I'm so tired right now, but I'm trying to keep my promise of updating quicker! Here's chapter 9!
Disclaimer: Lizzie McGuire doesn't belong to me; "Things I'll Never Say" belongs to Avril Lavigne; Moulin Rouge belongs to Baz Luhrmann.
Chapter Nine:
"Mom, I hate my life," I complained in a whiny voice when I walked into the kitchen the next morning. Miranda had left earlier than she would have if we hadn't had our mini-fight the night before, but I was glad that she was gone; I was not in the mood to hear any of her theories about what was going on with Gordo and me. I didn't even have any theories about us, and I didn't need an outside source to confuse me anymore.
There was a small smile on Mom's face and I could tell she was doing her best not to let it turn into an even bigger smile. "Don't you think you're exaggerating a little, Lizzie?" she asked, placing a grilled cheese sandwich and a glass of milk in front of me. "I'm sure things aren't so bad that you hate your life."
Through a bite of my grilled cheese, I mumbled, "Okay, so I don't hate it, but it's not making me jump for joy right now, either." I swallowed, then took a drink of milk. "Things are so complicated."
Mom sat down beside of me. "Care to explain, or are you going to leave your uncool mother out in the dark?"
"Mo-om," I groaned, "I never said you weren't cool. Just motherly. Which isn't a bad thing," I added quickly, so she couldn't misinterpret what I was saying. She seemed to do that a lot, and that's where her "uncool mother" statement originated from. I sighed, and launched into a long explanation of everything that was going on at the moment . . . Miranda, the play, even Gordo, which I discovered was a mistake.
"I knew it!" Mom screeched once I stated that I was beginning to develop feelings for Gordo. "The day you two started crawling around the house together I just knew you'd become something more to each other! I was beginning to lose hope, though, after your failure to admit your feelings to each other in junior high."
I sat there for a moment, not fully comprehending what she was saying. And then it dawned on me: she knew everything all along. Jo McGuire, the Omnipotent Being would have to be her knew title, I supposed.
"If you knew this, how come you never mentioned it to me?" I demanded, growing angry. I figured that her intervention would have saved Gordo and me a hell of a lot of trouble.
"Honey, you wouldn't have believed me. I was a teenager with a crush once too, you know," she replied gently, taking my hand. "I have some advice for you, if you want to hear it." Silent, I nodded at her to continue. "The only way you're ever going to work things out is to talk to Gordo about it. Don't hide behind that 'we're only friends' facade. You'll both regret it when one of you moves on."
I sighed. As much as I hated to admit it, Mom was right. At some point in the past few years, my view of Mom had changed from her being the most annoying parent in California to her being the wisest woman on the planet.
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xoLizzieox: Hey, Gordo . . . I think we need to talk.
xoLizzieox: Gordo, I know you're there. Talk to me!
Gordo18: I'm really busy right now, Lizzie. Can we talk later?
xoLizzieox: Gordo, it's really important.
Gordo18: If it's not a life or death situation, I'm sure it can wait.
xoLizzieox: What's the matter?
xoLizzieox: What's wrong?!
xoLizzieox: GORDO!?
Gordo18: What makes you think something is wrong? I'm just doing my homework. Nothing special.
Gordo18: But I really need to finish this.
Gordo18: So can we talk later?
xoLizzieox: . . . Sure.
xoLizzieox: If you really think that homework is more important than us talking over something very important.
Gordo18: Thanks, Lizzie.
Gordo18 signed off at 6:13 p.m.
I stared at my computer screen for a long moment, blinking back tears. What had just happened? Gordo had totally snubbed me, and had essentially said that I didn't mean very much to him! His words hurt me beyond belief, but I couldn't help but wonder why he was saying such things! It just wasn't very Gordo-like, because Gordo was not a very hateful person . . . especially not to me.
As the tears began to fall down my cheeks, I clicked the X at the top right of the IM box. I just didn't understand why he was being so cold. Moving ever-so-slowly, I shut down my computer, walked in the bathroom to brush my teeth, turned off the light, and got into bed.
I had a very difficult time falling asleep that night, due to the uneasy and empty feeling in the pit of my stomach. For some reason, I felt like I had done something to make Gordo mad at me, yet I couldn't figure out what it was. As I mulled over that, I drifted off to a restless sleep and into a conflicted dream.
A/N: This chapter is a wee bit shorter than normal, but it's out quicker than normal. :) I couldn't stretch it any further. I promise the next chapter will be longer, and we will finally be back to some play rehearsing--plus, Lizzie will find out why Gordo acted the way he did on the Internet.
Before I forget, I just thought I'd say that I believe this story is going to end in a few more chapters. I don't know how many a few more will be, but I am desperately trying to wrap it up in under 20, which I think I can get done. I really don't want to go more than 15, but if I have to, I have to. Now, I'm not a very organized person, so I don't outline my stories--if I did, it would never get finished because I like trying to stick in little things or whatever that aren't in my outline, and sometimes the little things can mess up your plot. Once I finish, I plan on writing out a massive response to the reviews I have received. :) That is all.
Disclaimer: Lizzie McGuire doesn't belong to me; "Things I'll Never Say" belongs to Avril Lavigne; Moulin Rouge belongs to Baz Luhrmann.
"Mom, I hate my life," I complained in a whiny voice when I walked into the kitchen the next morning. Miranda had left earlier than she would have if we hadn't had our mini-fight the night before, but I was glad that she was gone; I was not in the mood to hear any of her theories about what was going on with Gordo and me. I didn't even have any theories about us, and I didn't need an outside source to confuse me anymore.
There was a small smile on Mom's face and I could tell she was doing her best not to let it turn into an even bigger smile. "Don't you think you're exaggerating a little, Lizzie?" she asked, placing a grilled cheese sandwich and a glass of milk in front of me. "I'm sure things aren't so bad that you hate your life."
Through a bite of my grilled cheese, I mumbled, "Okay, so I don't hate it, but it's not making me jump for joy right now, either." I swallowed, then took a drink of milk. "Things are so complicated."
Mom sat down beside of me. "Care to explain, or are you going to leave your uncool mother out in the dark?"
"Mo-om," I groaned, "I never said you weren't cool. Just motherly. Which isn't a bad thing," I added quickly, so she couldn't misinterpret what I was saying. She seemed to do that a lot, and that's where her "uncool mother" statement originated from. I sighed, and launched into a long explanation of everything that was going on at the moment . . . Miranda, the play, even Gordo, which I discovered was a mistake.
"I knew it!" Mom screeched once I stated that I was beginning to develop feelings for Gordo. "The day you two started crawling around the house together I just knew you'd become something more to each other! I was beginning to lose hope, though, after your failure to admit your feelings to each other in junior high."
I sat there for a moment, not fully comprehending what she was saying. And then it dawned on me: she knew everything all along. Jo McGuire, the Omnipotent Being would have to be her knew title, I supposed.
"If you knew this, how come you never mentioned it to me?" I demanded, growing angry. I figured that her intervention would have saved Gordo and me a hell of a lot of trouble.
"Honey, you wouldn't have believed me. I was a teenager with a crush once too, you know," she replied gently, taking my hand. "I have some advice for you, if you want to hear it." Silent, I nodded at her to continue. "The only way you're ever going to work things out is to talk to Gordo about it. Don't hide behind that 'we're only friends' facade. You'll both regret it when one of you moves on."
I sighed. As much as I hated to admit it, Mom was right. At some point in the past few years, my view of Mom had changed from her being the most annoying parent in California to her being the wisest woman on the planet.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
xoLizzieox: Hey, Gordo . . . I think we need to talk.
xoLizzieox: Gordo, I know you're there. Talk to me!
Gordo18: I'm really busy right now, Lizzie. Can we talk later?
xoLizzieox: Gordo, it's really important.
Gordo18: If it's not a life or death situation, I'm sure it can wait.
xoLizzieox: What's the matter?
xoLizzieox: What's wrong?!
xoLizzieox: GORDO!?
Gordo18: What makes you think something is wrong? I'm just doing my homework. Nothing special.
Gordo18: But I really need to finish this.
Gordo18: So can we talk later?
xoLizzieox: . . . Sure.
xoLizzieox: If you really think that homework is more important than us talking over something very important.
Gordo18: Thanks, Lizzie.
Gordo18 signed off at 6:13 p.m.
I stared at my computer screen for a long moment, blinking back tears. What had just happened? Gordo had totally snubbed me, and had essentially said that I didn't mean very much to him! His words hurt me beyond belief, but I couldn't help but wonder why he was saying such things! It just wasn't very Gordo-like, because Gordo was not a very hateful person . . . especially not to me.
As the tears began to fall down my cheeks, I clicked the X at the top right of the IM box. I just didn't understand why he was being so cold. Moving ever-so-slowly, I shut down my computer, walked in the bathroom to brush my teeth, turned off the light, and got into bed.
I had a very difficult time falling asleep that night, due to the uneasy and empty feeling in the pit of my stomach. For some reason, I felt like I had done something to make Gordo mad at me, yet I couldn't figure out what it was. As I mulled over that, I drifted off to a restless sleep and into a conflicted dream.
Before I forget, I just thought I'd say that I believe this story is going to end in a few more chapters. I don't know how many a few more will be, but I am desperately trying to wrap it up in under 20, which I think I can get done. I really don't want to go more than 15, but if I have to, I have to. Now, I'm not a very organized person, so I don't outline my stories--if I did, it would never get finished because I like trying to stick in little things or whatever that aren't in my outline, and sometimes the little things can mess up your plot. Once I finish, I plan on writing out a massive response to the reviews I have received. :) That is all.