A/N: Okay, I calculated some stuff and I figured that this is going to be
around 45 chapters. I know, it's going to take a long time. And if I see
the movie before I finish this, I'll still write what I think the ending
would have been like. Ciao.
Lizzie POV
Gordo was acting so weird. I wondered what was wrong. I tried to think of all the things that had gone wrong in the past couple of days. It seemed like... none. Nothing went wrong. Everything was perfect.
So what got him so ticked off that all he could say was 'yeah' and 'whatever'?
I didn't have time to think about this. I was extremely tired.
I closed my eyes, snuggled under the covers, and went to sleep.
***
"This one! No, this one!" I said, pointing to outfits that Paolo and I had laid out. "Yeah. I think that one looks best. Go try it on." He said, handing me it. I ran into his bathroom and slipped it on.
It was the next day, and I was in Paolo's house, picking out my outfit for the small concert.
I ran out of the bathroom. "Ta-da!"
"No... That's more Grand Ilandra type. To fancy. But you look gorgeous in it." He winked.
Animated Lizzie: Didn't see that one coming.
"Really?" I asked.
***
Paolo POV
This was it. I could not go on any further. I couldn't keep lying to her. I had to tell her the truth... and hope that she understands.
"Lizzie, I have to tell you something."
"What?"
I took a deep breath. "Okay, how do I say this...? I'm using you. Don't take it the wrong way. See, Isabella was my girlfriend as well as my singing partner, and we signed a contract for four years. If we broke the contract, we'd get sued. It had only been two years, and then we had a fight, and she disappeared. To hide that, I told the world that we were on a little vacation. But after two-month 'vacation', everyone started to get curious. That's when I saw you. I knew that if everyone else believed that you were Isabella, Isabella and I wouldn't get sued for breaking the contract. So I used you. I'm sorry." I exhaled loudly. "Oh, I feel so much better now."
Lizzie was silent, and she was staring at me with wide eyes.
***
Lizzie POV
"You mean to say that you don't like me?" I asked.
"I like you, Lizzie. But only as a friend, because I still love Isabella. I'm so sorry for leading you on." He looked down at his shoes.
I was shocked. He didn't like me!
"It's okay. And you know what?" I said, gathering up all the confidence I could. "I'll be your temporary signing partner... until Isabella shows up."
His eyes widened. "Really?"
I nodded. "Anything to help a friend." I shrugged.
But inside, my heart was breaking.
I ran out as a tear slid down my cheek and dropped onto my brand-new outfit.
"Lizzie!" Paolo called after me.
***
Gordo POV
"...so he doesn't like me. And all this time I thought he did." She cried.
"Lizzie." I insisted. "Stop."
I felt sorry for her, I really did. I mean, here she was in my hotel room, crying. I couldn't stand to see her cry. But really, I felt like jumping for joy. Paolo had dumped her.
"Gordo, I'm sorry. You really shouldn't be hearing this. You didn't do anything do deserve me sulking around like this. You must be bored out of your mind." She sniffled.
I handed her a tissue. "You know, I'm glad you came to me. It seemed as if you had forgotten your low-key best friend. But I'm happy to see I'm the first one you told."
She smiled. "I didn't forget about you. I just was so caught up in Paolo that I-didn't care about anyone else. I'm sorry for that. Well," She said, getting up. "I better go."
"See you."
She started to walk out the door, and tripped.
"You okay?"
Lizzie rolled her eyes. "I'm fine."
Lizzie POV
Gordo was acting so weird. I wondered what was wrong. I tried to think of all the things that had gone wrong in the past couple of days. It seemed like... none. Nothing went wrong. Everything was perfect.
So what got him so ticked off that all he could say was 'yeah' and 'whatever'?
I didn't have time to think about this. I was extremely tired.
I closed my eyes, snuggled under the covers, and went to sleep.
***
"This one! No, this one!" I said, pointing to outfits that Paolo and I had laid out. "Yeah. I think that one looks best. Go try it on." He said, handing me it. I ran into his bathroom and slipped it on.
It was the next day, and I was in Paolo's house, picking out my outfit for the small concert.
I ran out of the bathroom. "Ta-da!"
"No... That's more Grand Ilandra type. To fancy. But you look gorgeous in it." He winked.
Animated Lizzie: Didn't see that one coming.
"Really?" I asked.
***
Paolo POV
This was it. I could not go on any further. I couldn't keep lying to her. I had to tell her the truth... and hope that she understands.
"Lizzie, I have to tell you something."
"What?"
I took a deep breath. "Okay, how do I say this...? I'm using you. Don't take it the wrong way. See, Isabella was my girlfriend as well as my singing partner, and we signed a contract for four years. If we broke the contract, we'd get sued. It had only been two years, and then we had a fight, and she disappeared. To hide that, I told the world that we were on a little vacation. But after two-month 'vacation', everyone started to get curious. That's when I saw you. I knew that if everyone else believed that you were Isabella, Isabella and I wouldn't get sued for breaking the contract. So I used you. I'm sorry." I exhaled loudly. "Oh, I feel so much better now."
Lizzie was silent, and she was staring at me with wide eyes.
***
Lizzie POV
"You mean to say that you don't like me?" I asked.
"I like you, Lizzie. But only as a friend, because I still love Isabella. I'm so sorry for leading you on." He looked down at his shoes.
I was shocked. He didn't like me!
"It's okay. And you know what?" I said, gathering up all the confidence I could. "I'll be your temporary signing partner... until Isabella shows up."
His eyes widened. "Really?"
I nodded. "Anything to help a friend." I shrugged.
But inside, my heart was breaking.
I ran out as a tear slid down my cheek and dropped onto my brand-new outfit.
"Lizzie!" Paolo called after me.
***
Gordo POV
"...so he doesn't like me. And all this time I thought he did." She cried.
"Lizzie." I insisted. "Stop."
I felt sorry for her, I really did. I mean, here she was in my hotel room, crying. I couldn't stand to see her cry. But really, I felt like jumping for joy. Paolo had dumped her.
"Gordo, I'm sorry. You really shouldn't be hearing this. You didn't do anything do deserve me sulking around like this. You must be bored out of your mind." She sniffled.
I handed her a tissue. "You know, I'm glad you came to me. It seemed as if you had forgotten your low-key best friend. But I'm happy to see I'm the first one you told."
She smiled. "I didn't forget about you. I just was so caught up in Paolo that I-didn't care about anyone else. I'm sorry for that. Well," She said, getting up. "I better go."
"See you."
She started to walk out the door, and tripped.
"You okay?"
Lizzie rolled her eyes. "I'm fine."