Gordo POV
"So, where to?" I asked Lizzie in the hallway.
It was amazing. I had such I great time with Lizzie, and not once did I feel depressed. Not for one second did I think about how she was never going to be my girlfriend. All I thought about was how she was my best friend, and how I hoped it'd stay that way forever.
"Well, I heard that we are allowed to go up to the roof with permission." Lizzie said.
"Let's go get permission, then."
"Okay."
We went to Mrs. Gable, the chaperone that said yes to everything. Of course, she said yes and gave us a key. We bounded up the stairs.
"Here's the door." I unlocked it, and stepped onto the roof of the hotel.
She gasped. "Whoa. It's so pretty."
The sun was shining brightly, and it reflected Lizzie's eyes. I couldn't help but stare.
"What?" She asked.
"Nothing. I was just spacing out. You're right, it's really pretty." I said. "So, I can't believe I haven't heard you sing yet."
"Neither has most of the world."
"But I've known you forever. The rest of the world hasn't." I sighed. "Sing for me?"
She shook her head. "No way!"
"Please?" I put on my sad face. I knew she had to give in. "For your best friend?"
"Fine. But don't laugh, okay?"
"I won't."
She took out a crumpled sheet of paper and started singing 'Why Not'. When she stopped, my eyes were bulging.
"Lizzie-you-you have talent." Was all I could manage to say.
"Thanks. This is the only song Paolo's given me. I have to memorize it. I don't know if I can do that."
"Trust me, you can. That's no big. But Lizzie... you have the most beautiful voice I have ever heard." I said. Then I winced. I really didn't mean for it to come out like that.
"Uh... thanks." She sounded a little shocked.
"I mean, it's so cool. You had it in you the whole time. You could have been a singer years ago!"
She nodded. "I really love this job."
I smiled. None of us spoke for a couple of minutes. We were both thinking. I was thinking about how I had thought I'd lose Lizzie. But now I knew that we such good friends that not even a popstar career could tear us apart.
I still had a hard time accepting that Lizzie could never be my girlfriend. It was sinking in, slowly. But part of me didn't want to accept it. Part of me wanted to keep moping over Lizzie until I got her. I erased the thought and smiled at Lizzie.
"So, this is fun." I said.
"Mmm-hmm. Um, Gordo?"
"Yeah?"
She took a deep breath. "Thanks."
"For what?"
"For being my best friend."
"So, where to?" I asked Lizzie in the hallway.
It was amazing. I had such I great time with Lizzie, and not once did I feel depressed. Not for one second did I think about how she was never going to be my girlfriend. All I thought about was how she was my best friend, and how I hoped it'd stay that way forever.
"Well, I heard that we are allowed to go up to the roof with permission." Lizzie said.
"Let's go get permission, then."
"Okay."
We went to Mrs. Gable, the chaperone that said yes to everything. Of course, she said yes and gave us a key. We bounded up the stairs.
"Here's the door." I unlocked it, and stepped onto the roof of the hotel.
She gasped. "Whoa. It's so pretty."
The sun was shining brightly, and it reflected Lizzie's eyes. I couldn't help but stare.
"What?" She asked.
"Nothing. I was just spacing out. You're right, it's really pretty." I said. "So, I can't believe I haven't heard you sing yet."
"Neither has most of the world."
"But I've known you forever. The rest of the world hasn't." I sighed. "Sing for me?"
She shook her head. "No way!"
"Please?" I put on my sad face. I knew she had to give in. "For your best friend?"
"Fine. But don't laugh, okay?"
"I won't."
She took out a crumpled sheet of paper and started singing 'Why Not'. When she stopped, my eyes were bulging.
"Lizzie-you-you have talent." Was all I could manage to say.
"Thanks. This is the only song Paolo's given me. I have to memorize it. I don't know if I can do that."
"Trust me, you can. That's no big. But Lizzie... you have the most beautiful voice I have ever heard." I said. Then I winced. I really didn't mean for it to come out like that.
"Uh... thanks." She sounded a little shocked.
"I mean, it's so cool. You had it in you the whole time. You could have been a singer years ago!"
She nodded. "I really love this job."
I smiled. None of us spoke for a couple of minutes. We were both thinking. I was thinking about how I had thought I'd lose Lizzie. But now I knew that we such good friends that not even a popstar career could tear us apart.
I still had a hard time accepting that Lizzie could never be my girlfriend. It was sinking in, slowly. But part of me didn't want to accept it. Part of me wanted to keep moping over Lizzie until I got her. I erased the thought and smiled at Lizzie.
"So, this is fun." I said.
"Mmm-hmm. Um, Gordo?"
"Yeah?"
She took a deep breath. "Thanks."
"For what?"
"For being my best friend."