What You Didn't Expect
Chapter 22: I Want To Talk To You
Lizzie and Miranda made their way out of the club around one thirty in the morning, and called a cab from Miranda's cell phone. "Where to?" the driver asked when he picked them up.
"431 Maple St-" Miranda started.
"183 Townsend!" Lizzie blurted. Miranda looked at her strangely.
"That's Gordo's address," she said.
"I know! I'm going to talk to him! I want him to know how I feel!" Lizzie said, her words slurring a little. They'd both had several drinks at the club.
"Liz, are you sure that's such a good idea?" Miranda asked.
"I'm positive! It's high time he and I had a good talk!" Miranda wasn't exactly sober, but she knew Lizzie was way gone.
"It's one thirty in the morning, Lizzie. Gordo is probably sleeping, like most normal people are," she reasoned.
"Oh, I'll wake his butt up!" Lizzie was adamant, and there was no changing her mind. Miranda sighed and sat back in the seat. She knew Gordo wouldn't get mad at Lizzie, but he wasn't going to appreciate a drunken girl waking him up in the middle of the night. 'Oh, well. Ya gotta learn sometime,' she thought.
*~*~*~*
"Gordo! Wake UP! Gooooorrrddddooooooo! Gor- hey, sleepyhead!" Lizzie stopped bouncing on Gordo's bed when he rolled over and glared sleepily at her.
"Lizzie, it's-" he sat up and glanced at his bedside clock, "Almost two in the morning. WHAT, are you doing awake? And more importantly, what are you doing bouncing around on MY bed, when you should be sleeping soundly at Miranda's house?"
"I want to talk to you, Gordo!" Gordo rolled his eyes when she said that. Lizzie had always had that uncanny ability to "want to talk" at the worst possible times. It was like a sixth sense or something, he could have sworn.
"I tried to tell her to come home and go to bed, but she wouldn't listen," Miranda spoke up, and Gordo rubbed his eyes. They were BOTH there? He sighed and fell back against his pillows again. What in the world could be so important that Lizzie had to break into his house and drag him from the wonderful world of slumber?
"Miranda, could you give us some alone time?" Lizzie asked, giving her best friend a pleading look. Miranda rolled her eyes and leaned over. "She's drunk," she whispered to Gordo, and a look of understanding came over his face as she turned and headed over to the window they'd used to enter his room. At least Lizzie had enough sense to climb into his room through the window, instead of ringing the doorbell and waking up the whole house at the most ungodly hour.
"Liz, what's wrong?" Gordo asked, sitting up again. Miranda had exited through the window, much to Gordo's dismay. The last thing in the world he wanted to hear was his father complaining the next morning that his prize azaleas had been trampled in the middle of the night, and he hoped that the girls had had enough sense to step around the flowers.
"Gordo, what's going on with us?" Lizzie's question caught him off guard. He knew he shouldn't be surprised though, because Lizzie had always been blissfully unaware of anything other than clothes and accessories. She stretched out on his bed, resting her head on her hands and looking up at him.
"What do you mean?" He played dumb, though, hoping to hear the words from her mouth. She was drunk, yes, but he knew she wouldn't tell him any stories, he knew she wouldn't try to lead him on. She was too good of a person, too innocent to do wrong.
"Things are different between us, Gordo! You said you love me. You kissed me. I kissed you. What does all that mean? Am I your girlfriend, or just some little fling you have because you're a guy and can't handle a commitment?" Lizzie's words came out rushed together and slurred, but she knew what she was saying. She hadn't drunk enough to be incoherent.
"Fling? Lizzie is that all you think you are to me? Jesus. forgive me if I sound rude, but you haven't changed much. You're still so. . . oblivious. Innocent. Naïve."
"Are you saying I'm stupid?" Lizzie's eyes narrowed. She crossed them then, and dissolved into giggles. Gordo sighed.
"No, Liz, I'm not saying you're stupid. I'm saying, that I've spent the last ten years trying to make you see how much I love you, how much you mean to me, and not one time, have you picked up on it. I told you straight up that I love you, and even then, you didn't seem to understand. Is it that difficult? I'm in love with you, Elizabeth McGuire. I WISH you were my girlfriend."
"Then why did you never ask me?!" Lizzie's exasperated response made him laugh.
"Honestly?" he asked. Lizzie nodded.
"I was afraid," he replied simply. Lizzie's eyes widened.
"Afraid? What, that I'd say no?" she asked. Gordo gave her a look.
"Looks like we have a winner! Ding ding! A hundred points for Lizzie McGuire!" he said dryly.
Lizzie sat up and hit him playfully in the arm. "Well?"
"Well what?"
"Are you going to ask me? Or do I have to spend another ten years hoping you will? I promise I'll understand this time." She smiled at him then, and whatever was left of the walls he'd spent his entire life building around his heart dissolved like sugar that was doused with water.
"Would you, Miss Sweet and Innocent McGuire, finally make me stop chasing you, and let me catch you?" he asked.
Lizzie giggled. "Only you would put it that way, Gordo. And yes, I'd be honored to be your girl."
Miranda smiled as she watched Gordo lean in and kiss Lizzie. She let out a little cheer, and they looked over, only to see her peering through the window, watching them. Oh well, she reasoned, they couldn't be mad at her. She and Lizzie had both been pretty nosy all their lives.
A/N: When I finished this chapter, I thought I'd conveyed every little fluffy thing I planned for this story, but then I realized that I forgot all about Kate's wedding! Therefore, this story shall have ONE LAST CHAPTER. (Everyone cheer, I'll finally stop boring you! Hehe. . . Review please!)
Chapter 22: I Want To Talk To You
Lizzie and Miranda made their way out of the club around one thirty in the morning, and called a cab from Miranda's cell phone. "Where to?" the driver asked when he picked them up.
"431 Maple St-" Miranda started.
"183 Townsend!" Lizzie blurted. Miranda looked at her strangely.
"That's Gordo's address," she said.
"I know! I'm going to talk to him! I want him to know how I feel!" Lizzie said, her words slurring a little. They'd both had several drinks at the club.
"Liz, are you sure that's such a good idea?" Miranda asked.
"I'm positive! It's high time he and I had a good talk!" Miranda wasn't exactly sober, but she knew Lizzie was way gone.
"It's one thirty in the morning, Lizzie. Gordo is probably sleeping, like most normal people are," she reasoned.
"Oh, I'll wake his butt up!" Lizzie was adamant, and there was no changing her mind. Miranda sighed and sat back in the seat. She knew Gordo wouldn't get mad at Lizzie, but he wasn't going to appreciate a drunken girl waking him up in the middle of the night. 'Oh, well. Ya gotta learn sometime,' she thought.
*~*~*~*
"Gordo! Wake UP! Gooooorrrddddooooooo! Gor- hey, sleepyhead!" Lizzie stopped bouncing on Gordo's bed when he rolled over and glared sleepily at her.
"Lizzie, it's-" he sat up and glanced at his bedside clock, "Almost two in the morning. WHAT, are you doing awake? And more importantly, what are you doing bouncing around on MY bed, when you should be sleeping soundly at Miranda's house?"
"I want to talk to you, Gordo!" Gordo rolled his eyes when she said that. Lizzie had always had that uncanny ability to "want to talk" at the worst possible times. It was like a sixth sense or something, he could have sworn.
"I tried to tell her to come home and go to bed, but she wouldn't listen," Miranda spoke up, and Gordo rubbed his eyes. They were BOTH there? He sighed and fell back against his pillows again. What in the world could be so important that Lizzie had to break into his house and drag him from the wonderful world of slumber?
"Miranda, could you give us some alone time?" Lizzie asked, giving her best friend a pleading look. Miranda rolled her eyes and leaned over. "She's drunk," she whispered to Gordo, and a look of understanding came over his face as she turned and headed over to the window they'd used to enter his room. At least Lizzie had enough sense to climb into his room through the window, instead of ringing the doorbell and waking up the whole house at the most ungodly hour.
"Liz, what's wrong?" Gordo asked, sitting up again. Miranda had exited through the window, much to Gordo's dismay. The last thing in the world he wanted to hear was his father complaining the next morning that his prize azaleas had been trampled in the middle of the night, and he hoped that the girls had had enough sense to step around the flowers.
"Gordo, what's going on with us?" Lizzie's question caught him off guard. He knew he shouldn't be surprised though, because Lizzie had always been blissfully unaware of anything other than clothes and accessories. She stretched out on his bed, resting her head on her hands and looking up at him.
"What do you mean?" He played dumb, though, hoping to hear the words from her mouth. She was drunk, yes, but he knew she wouldn't tell him any stories, he knew she wouldn't try to lead him on. She was too good of a person, too innocent to do wrong.
"Things are different between us, Gordo! You said you love me. You kissed me. I kissed you. What does all that mean? Am I your girlfriend, or just some little fling you have because you're a guy and can't handle a commitment?" Lizzie's words came out rushed together and slurred, but she knew what she was saying. She hadn't drunk enough to be incoherent.
"Fling? Lizzie is that all you think you are to me? Jesus. forgive me if I sound rude, but you haven't changed much. You're still so. . . oblivious. Innocent. Naïve."
"Are you saying I'm stupid?" Lizzie's eyes narrowed. She crossed them then, and dissolved into giggles. Gordo sighed.
"No, Liz, I'm not saying you're stupid. I'm saying, that I've spent the last ten years trying to make you see how much I love you, how much you mean to me, and not one time, have you picked up on it. I told you straight up that I love you, and even then, you didn't seem to understand. Is it that difficult? I'm in love with you, Elizabeth McGuire. I WISH you were my girlfriend."
"Then why did you never ask me?!" Lizzie's exasperated response made him laugh.
"Honestly?" he asked. Lizzie nodded.
"I was afraid," he replied simply. Lizzie's eyes widened.
"Afraid? What, that I'd say no?" she asked. Gordo gave her a look.
"Looks like we have a winner! Ding ding! A hundred points for Lizzie McGuire!" he said dryly.
Lizzie sat up and hit him playfully in the arm. "Well?"
"Well what?"
"Are you going to ask me? Or do I have to spend another ten years hoping you will? I promise I'll understand this time." She smiled at him then, and whatever was left of the walls he'd spent his entire life building around his heart dissolved like sugar that was doused with water.
"Would you, Miss Sweet and Innocent McGuire, finally make me stop chasing you, and let me catch you?" he asked.
Lizzie giggled. "Only you would put it that way, Gordo. And yes, I'd be honored to be your girl."
Miranda smiled as she watched Gordo lean in and kiss Lizzie. She let out a little cheer, and they looked over, only to see her peering through the window, watching them. Oh well, she reasoned, they couldn't be mad at her. She and Lizzie had both been pretty nosy all their lives.
A/N: When I finished this chapter, I thought I'd conveyed every little fluffy thing I planned for this story, but then I realized that I forgot all about Kate's wedding! Therefore, this story shall have ONE LAST CHAPTER. (Everyone cheer, I'll finally stop boring you! Hehe. . . Review please!)