Things I'll Never Say
A/N: I was able to get this one out sooner than I thought! :) Go me. Anyway, hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: Lizzie McGuire doesn't belong to me; "Things I'll Never Say" belongs to Avril Lavigne; Moulin Rouge belongs to Baz Luhrmann.
Chapter Twelve:
I was shocked. I was in awe. Two hours after I had kissed Gordo, I was still unable to identify all the emotions rushing through my body at the same time. I was happy, I was sad, I was thrilled, I was exhilarated, I was wondering if I was dreaming or if it really happened . . .
I kissed Gordo.
I couldn't help but giggle girlishly as I recalled his reaction--of course, he hadn't been expecting me to kiss him. For the first few seconds of the kiss, Gordo hadn't reacted and I had been about to cry. Then, ever-so-slowly, he kissed me back.
The simple kiss has only lasted moments and was chaste and closed-mouthed. But it felt as if every ounce of our passion had been let loose in just mere moments. For me, it was a kiss of resigned fury at keeping my feelings for Gordo at bay for so long . . . I have a feeling it was the same for him, as well.
Just thinking about how Gordo's soft lips felt against mine brought a new surge of happiness to me. I still couldn't believe it--Gordo and I were officially a couple, and that feeling ranked pretty damn high on my chart.
I giggled again and sat up, clutching one of my many teddy bears to my chest. After going up to room after Gordo left, I had carefully chosen the bear from my large shelf of stuffed animals for one reason--it was a Christmas gift from Gordo, and due to it's prolonged stay in his room (I had kept forgetting to take it home with me whenever I visited him, and he had kept forgetting to bring it to me), smelled just like Gordo . . . heavenly was one word that could explain his scent, yet that didn't even do it justice.
I reached over to the phone on my bedside table. Miranda would probably be thrilled to hear this news; she had been pushing Gordo and me together for as long as I could remember. I dialed her number quickly and listened to the phone ring once, twice, three times before Mrs. Sanchez answered. "Hello, Sanchez residence. How can I help you?" the woman asked, her voice slightly accented.
"Hey, Mrs. Sanchez," I responded, twirling the cord of my phone around my index finger. "How are you?"
I could almost hear the smile in her voice. "Lizzie, it's been a while since I talked to you! I'm doing great; how have you been, dear?"
"Great," I said. "Is Miranda there?"
"Yes, dear. She's upstairs with that boyfriend of hers." Mrs. Sanchez's voice was laced with disdain, and I recalled how upset Miranda's parents, particularly her mother, had been when Miranda announced that she and Dustin were a couple. "I'll call her down, Lizzie," Mrs. Sanchez added.
"Thanks." I heard the woman set the phone down and call for Miranda. A few seconds later, someone picked up.
"Hola!" Miranda chirped.
How could I begin? This was big news, and it deserved a special introduction. However, since I was unable to come up with anything special, I simply stated, "You will never believe what happened."
"Hm . . ." Miranda said contemplatively. "Let's see. Matt accidentally got packaged and sent to Zimbabwe in the mail?"
I rolled my eyes. "That's ridiculous, Miranda!" I said with a laugh. "Let's steer toward something that could possibly happen."
There was a small, annoyed sigh from her. In a hushed voice, she asked, "Lizzie, could we talk about whatever this is about later? Dustin has to go home in, like, thirty minutes and we haven't been able to spend very much quality time together lately."
I snorted. "Does this 'quality time' involve screwing him?" I asked sarcastically. When I got no reply, I continued, "Miranda, this is big news and you don't even care. You're my best friend; if you don't care, who will?"
"Lizzie, don't play the guilt card on me, please," she said annoyedly. "I don't know how many times you chose to go out with your boyfriend of the moment instead of me, so it's not going to work."
I knew she was right, but I didn't want to admit that to her. "Whatever. Go ahead and have a great time with Dustin." I almost hung up the phone, but stopped and continued, "By the way, I kissed Gordo." With that, I placed the receiver back into the cradle and sat back against my pillows, fighting against the tears that were struggling to fall.
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The next morning, I woke up bright and early only to hear the shrill ringing of my telephone. For a moment I wondered why Mom, Dad, or Matt hadn't answered it, but a look at my clock (which read 1:55) told me that they had probably either gone shopping or to Lanny's or Melina's, in Matt's case. I groaned and picked up the phone. "'Lo?" I asked groggily.
"Lizzie?" came the plaintive voice of Miranda.
I frowned. "Yeah?" I questioned, rubbing my eyes. When I brought my hand away, I noticed that there were black smudges on my fingertips, which indicated that I had forgotten to take my make-up off the night before. With all of the events of the previous night, however, it was a wonder that I hadn't forgotten to breathe.
"I just wanted to call to make sure you aren't mad at me," Miranda said with a trace of hesitance. "And I wanted to apologize. I mean, you're my best friend and the guilt of choosing to spend time with Dustin instead of talking to you just really got to me, so I'm really, really, really sorry."
I couldn't help but laugh. Leave it to Miranda to act like she had committed a federal crime. "It's okay, Miranda," I assured her. "I can understand wanting to spend time with your boyfriend." I paused for a moment, then corrected myself, "Well, I can now anyway." I didn't notice that I let out a little sigh until Miranda began cooing.
"That's what I was meaning to ask you about," she stated. "So tell me, Lizzie--did you really kiss Gordo, or was it the other way around?"
"No, I definitely kissed him," I answered, feeling the grin rapidly spreading across my face. Without waiting for Miranda to reply, I immediately launched into a description of what had happened.
Miranda let out a dreamy sigh. "Lizzie, that is so romantic," she gushed. "I cannot believe you two are finally together--you are together now, right?"
I smiled. "Yes, we are. And I can't believe we're actually together now, either. It's amazing." I punctuated my sentence with a sigh. "'Gordo and Lizzie.' Doesn't it just sound great together?"
"Why am I lapsing back into primary school memories?" Miranda questioned jokingly, referring to how we used to write things such as "Gordo and Lizzie" on notebook paper and draw lopsided hearts around them. "Anyway, I'm so happy for you guys. I was just beginning to think you all were a lost cause!"
"Gee, thanks for giving up on us so quickly."
"Quickly?" Miranda shrieked. "I seem to remember trying to make Gordo kiss you out on the playground in third grade, so do not say I gave up quickly!"
I laughed along with Miranda. We talked for a while longer about different things, mostly Gordo, opening night of Moulin Rouge (which was just a week away), and graduation, which was coming up in a couple of months. About a half hour later, the doorbell rang and I discovered it was Gordo.
"Gordo's here," I said excitedly, pulling on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. "I gotta go!"
"Oh, all right. Just abandon poor Miranda," she said teasingly, but I could tell she was joking.
"Miranda," I said.
She erupted into laughter. "Bye, Lizzie. But remember . . . you have to tell me if Gordo's a good kisser!"
A/N: I think the next chapter will be the last chapter of Things I'll Never Say. But never fear . . . I'm going to continued ONBB and I'm also going to start a new LM story--any requests for what you'd like to see happen?
I revised chapters 8 and 10 to include a little bit more about Lizzie's date with Andrew and to explain how Gordo knew about the date and how he knew they kissed. Hopefully, it was made a little clearer. Thanks archforge for that constructive criticism! :)
Disclaimer: Lizzie McGuire doesn't belong to me; "Things I'll Never Say" belongs to Avril Lavigne; Moulin Rouge belongs to Baz Luhrmann.
I was shocked. I was in awe. Two hours after I had kissed Gordo, I was still unable to identify all the emotions rushing through my body at the same time. I was happy, I was sad, I was thrilled, I was exhilarated, I was wondering if I was dreaming or if it really happened . . .
I kissed Gordo.
I couldn't help but giggle girlishly as I recalled his reaction--of course, he hadn't been expecting me to kiss him. For the first few seconds of the kiss, Gordo hadn't reacted and I had been about to cry. Then, ever-so-slowly, he kissed me back.
The simple kiss has only lasted moments and was chaste and closed-mouthed. But it felt as if every ounce of our passion had been let loose in just mere moments. For me, it was a kiss of resigned fury at keeping my feelings for Gordo at bay for so long . . . I have a feeling it was the same for him, as well.
Just thinking about how Gordo's soft lips felt against mine brought a new surge of happiness to me. I still couldn't believe it--Gordo and I were officially a couple, and that feeling ranked pretty damn high on my chart.
I giggled again and sat up, clutching one of my many teddy bears to my chest. After going up to room after Gordo left, I had carefully chosen the bear from my large shelf of stuffed animals for one reason--it was a Christmas gift from Gordo, and due to it's prolonged stay in his room (I had kept forgetting to take it home with me whenever I visited him, and he had kept forgetting to bring it to me), smelled just like Gordo . . . heavenly was one word that could explain his scent, yet that didn't even do it justice.
I reached over to the phone on my bedside table. Miranda would probably be thrilled to hear this news; she had been pushing Gordo and me together for as long as I could remember. I dialed her number quickly and listened to the phone ring once, twice, three times before Mrs. Sanchez answered. "Hello, Sanchez residence. How can I help you?" the woman asked, her voice slightly accented.
"Hey, Mrs. Sanchez," I responded, twirling the cord of my phone around my index finger. "How are you?"
I could almost hear the smile in her voice. "Lizzie, it's been a while since I talked to you! I'm doing great; how have you been, dear?"
"Great," I said. "Is Miranda there?"
"Yes, dear. She's upstairs with that boyfriend of hers." Mrs. Sanchez's voice was laced with disdain, and I recalled how upset Miranda's parents, particularly her mother, had been when Miranda announced that she and Dustin were a couple. "I'll call her down, Lizzie," Mrs. Sanchez added.
"Thanks." I heard the woman set the phone down and call for Miranda. A few seconds later, someone picked up.
"Hola!" Miranda chirped.
How could I begin? This was big news, and it deserved a special introduction. However, since I was unable to come up with anything special, I simply stated, "You will never believe what happened."
"Hm . . ." Miranda said contemplatively. "Let's see. Matt accidentally got packaged and sent to Zimbabwe in the mail?"
I rolled my eyes. "That's ridiculous, Miranda!" I said with a laugh. "Let's steer toward something that could possibly happen."
There was a small, annoyed sigh from her. In a hushed voice, she asked, "Lizzie, could we talk about whatever this is about later? Dustin has to go home in, like, thirty minutes and we haven't been able to spend very much quality time together lately."
I snorted. "Does this 'quality time' involve screwing him?" I asked sarcastically. When I got no reply, I continued, "Miranda, this is big news and you don't even care. You're my best friend; if you don't care, who will?"
"Lizzie, don't play the guilt card on me, please," she said annoyedly. "I don't know how many times you chose to go out with your boyfriend of the moment instead of me, so it's not going to work."
I knew she was right, but I didn't want to admit that to her. "Whatever. Go ahead and have a great time with Dustin." I almost hung up the phone, but stopped and continued, "By the way, I kissed Gordo." With that, I placed the receiver back into the cradle and sat back against my pillows, fighting against the tears that were struggling to fall.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
The next morning, I woke up bright and early only to hear the shrill ringing of my telephone. For a moment I wondered why Mom, Dad, or Matt hadn't answered it, but a look at my clock (which read 1:55) told me that they had probably either gone shopping or to Lanny's or Melina's, in Matt's case. I groaned and picked up the phone. "'Lo?" I asked groggily.
"Lizzie?" came the plaintive voice of Miranda.
I frowned. "Yeah?" I questioned, rubbing my eyes. When I brought my hand away, I noticed that there were black smudges on my fingertips, which indicated that I had forgotten to take my make-up off the night before. With all of the events of the previous night, however, it was a wonder that I hadn't forgotten to breathe.
"I just wanted to call to make sure you aren't mad at me," Miranda said with a trace of hesitance. "And I wanted to apologize. I mean, you're my best friend and the guilt of choosing to spend time with Dustin instead of talking to you just really got to me, so I'm really, really, really sorry."
I couldn't help but laugh. Leave it to Miranda to act like she had committed a federal crime. "It's okay, Miranda," I assured her. "I can understand wanting to spend time with your boyfriend." I paused for a moment, then corrected myself, "Well, I can now anyway." I didn't notice that I let out a little sigh until Miranda began cooing.
"That's what I was meaning to ask you about," she stated. "So tell me, Lizzie--did you really kiss Gordo, or was it the other way around?"
"No, I definitely kissed him," I answered, feeling the grin rapidly spreading across my face. Without waiting for Miranda to reply, I immediately launched into a description of what had happened.
Miranda let out a dreamy sigh. "Lizzie, that is so romantic," she gushed. "I cannot believe you two are finally together--you are together now, right?"
I smiled. "Yes, we are. And I can't believe we're actually together now, either. It's amazing." I punctuated my sentence with a sigh. "'Gordo and Lizzie.' Doesn't it just sound great together?"
"Why am I lapsing back into primary school memories?" Miranda questioned jokingly, referring to how we used to write things such as "Gordo and Lizzie" on notebook paper and draw lopsided hearts around them. "Anyway, I'm so happy for you guys. I was just beginning to think you all were a lost cause!"
"Gee, thanks for giving up on us so quickly."
"Quickly?" Miranda shrieked. "I seem to remember trying to make Gordo kiss you out on the playground in third grade, so do not say I gave up quickly!"
I laughed along with Miranda. We talked for a while longer about different things, mostly Gordo, opening night of Moulin Rouge (which was just a week away), and graduation, which was coming up in a couple of months. About a half hour later, the doorbell rang and I discovered it was Gordo.
"Gordo's here," I said excitedly, pulling on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. "I gotta go!"
"Oh, all right. Just abandon poor Miranda," she said teasingly, but I could tell she was joking.
"Miranda," I said.
She erupted into laughter. "Bye, Lizzie. But remember . . . you have to tell me if Gordo's a good kisser!"
I revised chapters 8 and 10 to include a little bit more about Lizzie's date with Andrew and to explain how Gordo knew about the date and how he knew they kissed. Hopefully, it was made a little clearer. Thanks archforge for that constructive criticism! :)