Chapter 40: Isabella?
A/N: Yes, I'm eleven! My birthday was in February! So please stop asking me! It seems as if half of my reviews say this! I'm just an obsessed Lizzie McGuire fan who happens to like writing. This story's like two of my favorite things combined into one.
Gordo POV
I pulled away from Lizzie to take a deep breath.
"Wow. That... was amazing." She said in an accent.
Wait a second... Lizzie didn't have an accent.
"By the way, who are you?" She asked.
"Lizzie!" I exclaimed. "I'm Gordo! You know, your best friend?"
She looked puzzled. "Who? Who's Lizzie?"
Oh no! Lizzie had amnesia!
"I'm Isabella. I came here to see Paolo's performance at the Grand Ilandra concert tonight."
The words hit me like a ton of bricks.
ISABELLA?
The girl I had kissed was Isabella?
Paolo's lost signing partner?
My jaw dropped and I shook my head. "Oh, my gosh. We have to get you to the concert right away. Don't ask questions. I'll explain later. Right now, let's just *go*!" I exclaimed, running out of the station, Isabella at my heels.
"Could you please explain who you are and why I'm running off with a stranger?" She asked as she ran down Lese Avenue.
"I'll explain later. But I have to ask you one thing-do you still love Paolo?"
"Well, of course I do."
***
Lizzie POV
Paolo was also in the limo. I climbed in and wiped away my tears.
"So, what did he have to tell you?" Paolo asked.
"Uh... nothing important." I said, curling up in a corner of the limo.
On any other day, I would be thrilled to be riding in a limo. But today, nothing mattered. I smiled a fake smile to assure Paolo that I was okay.
It was dark by the time we reached Ilandra Studio. I got out and was surprised. There were so many cameras and stuff. I kept the smile on my face, waved, and started to walk down the red carpet.
And then I tripped.
Animated Lizzie: Oh, perfect timing, McGuire.
The crowd gasped.
I got up and kept walking. The cameras flashed wildly. I sighed and finally got inside.
This was going to be a *long* night.
***
~backstage on the Grand Ilandra concert~
I took a deep breath and wiped away my tears. No one could know I had been crying. I had to look positive and excited about my performance.
But, man, was that hard.
I couldn't forget it. The memory of Gordo and another girl kissing just shattered my heart to pieces. I had no idea I liked him so much, until that one moment. I swallowed hard and plastered a smile on my face.
"Hey, Lizzie? Are you ready?" Paolo asked, getting his makeup re-done for, like, the fiftieth time.
"Pretty much." I nodded.
"Great. We're on in fifteen minutes." He walked away.
Animated Lizzie: FIFTEEN? That's it? Uh-oh.
Oh, that was just great. As if I didn't have enough on my mind, we were on in fifteen minutes! It was time for my nervousness to kick in. My knees started shaking, my teeth started chattering.
How on Earth was I going to do this?
A/N: Yes, I'm eleven! My birthday was in February! So please stop asking me! It seems as if half of my reviews say this! I'm just an obsessed Lizzie McGuire fan who happens to like writing. This story's like two of my favorite things combined into one.
Gordo POV
I pulled away from Lizzie to take a deep breath.
"Wow. That... was amazing." She said in an accent.
Wait a second... Lizzie didn't have an accent.
"By the way, who are you?" She asked.
"Lizzie!" I exclaimed. "I'm Gordo! You know, your best friend?"
She looked puzzled. "Who? Who's Lizzie?"
Oh no! Lizzie had amnesia!
"I'm Isabella. I came here to see Paolo's performance at the Grand Ilandra concert tonight."
The words hit me like a ton of bricks.
ISABELLA?
The girl I had kissed was Isabella?
Paolo's lost signing partner?
My jaw dropped and I shook my head. "Oh, my gosh. We have to get you to the concert right away. Don't ask questions. I'll explain later. Right now, let's just *go*!" I exclaimed, running out of the station, Isabella at my heels.
"Could you please explain who you are and why I'm running off with a stranger?" She asked as she ran down Lese Avenue.
"I'll explain later. But I have to ask you one thing-do you still love Paolo?"
"Well, of course I do."
***
Lizzie POV
Paolo was also in the limo. I climbed in and wiped away my tears.
"So, what did he have to tell you?" Paolo asked.
"Uh... nothing important." I said, curling up in a corner of the limo.
On any other day, I would be thrilled to be riding in a limo. But today, nothing mattered. I smiled a fake smile to assure Paolo that I was okay.
It was dark by the time we reached Ilandra Studio. I got out and was surprised. There were so many cameras and stuff. I kept the smile on my face, waved, and started to walk down the red carpet.
And then I tripped.
Animated Lizzie: Oh, perfect timing, McGuire.
The crowd gasped.
I got up and kept walking. The cameras flashed wildly. I sighed and finally got inside.
This was going to be a *long* night.
***
~backstage on the Grand Ilandra concert~
I took a deep breath and wiped away my tears. No one could know I had been crying. I had to look positive and excited about my performance.
But, man, was that hard.
I couldn't forget it. The memory of Gordo and another girl kissing just shattered my heart to pieces. I had no idea I liked him so much, until that one moment. I swallowed hard and plastered a smile on my face.
"Hey, Lizzie? Are you ready?" Paolo asked, getting his makeup re-done for, like, the fiftieth time.
"Pretty much." I nodded.
"Great. We're on in fifteen minutes." He walked away.
Animated Lizzie: FIFTEEN? That's it? Uh-oh.
Oh, that was just great. As if I didn't have enough on my mind, we were on in fifteen minutes! It was time for my nervousness to kick in. My knees started shaking, my teeth started chattering.
How on Earth was I going to do this?