Paolo POV
She was dazzling. Amazing. Marvelous.
And she was better that Isabella.
It was hard to admit, but Lizzie McGuire was a much better singer than Isabella. I felt so awkward around her. I felt guilty. Yesterday, I was kissing her. Just to make myself happy. And she really thought I liked her, which I did, but not in the way she thought. It seemed so selfish not to tell why I was doing this... and yet right. I shook the thought away and snapped back into the present.
"You know, I think we can cross one more thing off of our list." I pointed out.
She giggled. "I had no idea I was so good. I guess in a car there's nothing to trip over. And, thank you so much for the convertible ride. It's so great feeling the wind in my hair."
"I'm glad you like it." I said.
The car came to the stop. "Is the right hotel?" The driver, Hans, asked.
She nodded and jumped out. "Take care of my clothes, Paolo! And we're picking out what to wear tomorrow, right?"
I nodded, too. "Ciao!" I called as the car started.
***
Lizzie POV
"Isn't that so cool!?" I asked Gordo.
We were now on another tour. We were having a lunch break at an outdoor restaurant, but since I had eaten with Paolo earlier, I was just talking.
"Yeah." He said. I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not. There was a totally neutral expression on his face.
"And then if they like the small concert, we get to move on to the Grand Ilandra!" I exclaimed.
"Lizzie, I know. It's all you've been talking about for the past three days!" He said, sipping his lemonade.
I bit my lower lip. "Sorry." I apologized.
"Don't be. I'm just having an off-day."
"I hate those." I said considerately. "But everyone has them."
"Yeah, whatever." He picked up his tray and threw the trash away.
I wondered what ticked him off.
***
Gordo POV
All I could think of was that one kiss the other night. It replayed in my mind over and over. I was dropping so many hints. Wasn't it working? I broke me up inside to see it once, but to have the moment get stuck in my head was so depressing.
I had been like this all day. Crabby, rude, ignorant. Soon everybody would think I was related to Ebenezer Scrooge or something. I ignored everything. I wondered why I was torturing myself this way.
But nothing could describe how I had felt when I was searching for her, and I see her kissing Paolo passionately. I mean, with Ronny it wasn't as bad, I didn't like her as much then. But his was-bad. Dreadful.
Why did this keep happening to me?
And to make my day even worse, Danny slid in the seat from across from me.
"Why didn't you tell me that the guy who asked her out was famous? You'd get totally different advice for something like that."
"Yeah." I said.
"Look, I know you're busy sulking, but do you have just a few minutes to spare? Just be normal for three minutes." Danny said.
"Fine."
"I-oh... um... I forgot. I'll get back with you. And remember, you owe me three minutes." Danny stood up.
"Whatever."
So, that's what they call depression.
She was dazzling. Amazing. Marvelous.
And she was better that Isabella.
It was hard to admit, but Lizzie McGuire was a much better singer than Isabella. I felt so awkward around her. I felt guilty. Yesterday, I was kissing her. Just to make myself happy. And she really thought I liked her, which I did, but not in the way she thought. It seemed so selfish not to tell why I was doing this... and yet right. I shook the thought away and snapped back into the present.
"You know, I think we can cross one more thing off of our list." I pointed out.
She giggled. "I had no idea I was so good. I guess in a car there's nothing to trip over. And, thank you so much for the convertible ride. It's so great feeling the wind in my hair."
"I'm glad you like it." I said.
The car came to the stop. "Is the right hotel?" The driver, Hans, asked.
She nodded and jumped out. "Take care of my clothes, Paolo! And we're picking out what to wear tomorrow, right?"
I nodded, too. "Ciao!" I called as the car started.
***
Lizzie POV
"Isn't that so cool!?" I asked Gordo.
We were now on another tour. We were having a lunch break at an outdoor restaurant, but since I had eaten with Paolo earlier, I was just talking.
"Yeah." He said. I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not. There was a totally neutral expression on his face.
"And then if they like the small concert, we get to move on to the Grand Ilandra!" I exclaimed.
"Lizzie, I know. It's all you've been talking about for the past three days!" He said, sipping his lemonade.
I bit my lower lip. "Sorry." I apologized.
"Don't be. I'm just having an off-day."
"I hate those." I said considerately. "But everyone has them."
"Yeah, whatever." He picked up his tray and threw the trash away.
I wondered what ticked him off.
***
Gordo POV
All I could think of was that one kiss the other night. It replayed in my mind over and over. I was dropping so many hints. Wasn't it working? I broke me up inside to see it once, but to have the moment get stuck in my head was so depressing.
I had been like this all day. Crabby, rude, ignorant. Soon everybody would think I was related to Ebenezer Scrooge or something. I ignored everything. I wondered why I was torturing myself this way.
But nothing could describe how I had felt when I was searching for her, and I see her kissing Paolo passionately. I mean, with Ronny it wasn't as bad, I didn't like her as much then. But his was-bad. Dreadful.
Why did this keep happening to me?
And to make my day even worse, Danny slid in the seat from across from me.
"Why didn't you tell me that the guy who asked her out was famous? You'd get totally different advice for something like that."
"Yeah." I said.
"Look, I know you're busy sulking, but do you have just a few minutes to spare? Just be normal for three minutes." Danny said.
"Fine."
"I-oh... um... I forgot. I'll get back with you. And remember, you owe me three minutes." Danny stood up.
"Whatever."
So, that's what they call depression.