Gordo POV
I gasped. I saw Lizzie and Paolo, right next to each other, kissing. In front of the fireworks! In public!
I didn't know what to do. I had no choice. I looked down at my shoes and bit my lip. I couldn't take any more of this. Lizzie was flirting with Paolo one day, and the next day, they're kissing? Paolo was using her. He was using her big time. But she was too wrapped up around his finger to notice.
I closed my eyes and headed outside. I trudged my way back to the hotel. In the dark. Alone.
Even Rome, the most gorgeous city I had ever seen, was miserable looking at night. The air was till, and not much was moving. It wasn't that late. It was around nine. But it seemed as if the whole city had shut down. Or maybe it was just my imagination.
I couldn't admit I was jealous. Jealousy didn't even begin to cover what I was going through.
What I had seen had hurt me.
And I felt as if no one cared.
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Lizzie POV
It wasn't long, not short, not sloppy, not dry. Just the right amount of everything. I pulled away, taken aback.
"Oh my..." I started breathing heavily.
Animated Lizzie: What have I just done?
"I-" We both started.
"You-"
"You go first." I said.
"I'm so sorry, Lizzie." Paolo apologized.
"What's there to be sorry about? I liked it."
"It's not that..."He pointed behind me.
I turned my head and sighed. Yup, there was the good ol' paparazzi, taking photos and scribbling notes.
I rolled my eyes. "Let's go." I insisted.
He nodded and we, once again, pushed our way through the crowd.
"Go tell your friends." He said.
"Brooke! Kate! Danny! Gordo!" I yelled, and started searching for them.
Five minutes later, I had gathered Kate, Brooke, and Danny... but no sign of Gordo.
"Where did you last see him?" I asked.
"Oh, I saw him leave a while ago. Something about 'too much press'." Danny said, clearly lying, but I believed him.
I sighed. "I should have known. Gordo *hates* the media. But he could have at least told us."
The three shrugged.
"Well, bye Lizzie." Paolo whispered.
I smiled. "See you."
He got on his motorcycle and rode away, and the four of us walked home in silence.
I gasped. I saw Lizzie and Paolo, right next to each other, kissing. In front of the fireworks! In public!
I didn't know what to do. I had no choice. I looked down at my shoes and bit my lip. I couldn't take any more of this. Lizzie was flirting with Paolo one day, and the next day, they're kissing? Paolo was using her. He was using her big time. But she was too wrapped up around his finger to notice.
I closed my eyes and headed outside. I trudged my way back to the hotel. In the dark. Alone.
Even Rome, the most gorgeous city I had ever seen, was miserable looking at night. The air was till, and not much was moving. It wasn't that late. It was around nine. But it seemed as if the whole city had shut down. Or maybe it was just my imagination.
I couldn't admit I was jealous. Jealousy didn't even begin to cover what I was going through.
What I had seen had hurt me.
And I felt as if no one cared.
***
Lizzie POV
It wasn't long, not short, not sloppy, not dry. Just the right amount of everything. I pulled away, taken aback.
"Oh my..." I started breathing heavily.
Animated Lizzie: What have I just done?
"I-" We both started.
"You-"
"You go first." I said.
"I'm so sorry, Lizzie." Paolo apologized.
"What's there to be sorry about? I liked it."
"It's not that..."He pointed behind me.
I turned my head and sighed. Yup, there was the good ol' paparazzi, taking photos and scribbling notes.
I rolled my eyes. "Let's go." I insisted.
He nodded and we, once again, pushed our way through the crowd.
"Go tell your friends." He said.
"Brooke! Kate! Danny! Gordo!" I yelled, and started searching for them.
Five minutes later, I had gathered Kate, Brooke, and Danny... but no sign of Gordo.
"Where did you last see him?" I asked.
"Oh, I saw him leave a while ago. Something about 'too much press'." Danny said, clearly lying, but I believed him.
I sighed. "I should have known. Gordo *hates* the media. But he could have at least told us."
The three shrugged.
"Well, bye Lizzie." Paolo whispered.
I smiled. "See you."
He got on his motorcycle and rode away, and the four of us walked home in silence.