AUTHORS NOTE: Ok, this doesn't have to do with the story at all, but, if
you haven't heard Hilary Duff's version of "The Tiki Room" yet, you have to
hear it. It is really good. I stumbled upon it while on Kazaa searching for
songs (I d/led that "what dreams are made of" which is equally good.)
Ahem.Ok, back to the story.
Morning rolled around, and the sun slowly rose out of the horizon, turning the blue sky, to a golden orange, illuminating the neighborhood.
LIZZIE'S P.O.V.
The alarm clock started buzzing. Lizzie hit the "off" button. 7:30 in the morning?! Why did she set the alarm clock? School is out. Either way, she didn't get much sleep. She was up half the night thinking about her and Gordo. As she wiped her heavy eyes, she laid back down. Hoping to get to sleep. Instead, she lay there, eyes open toward the ceiling, wondering what the dream she had meant. Yes, she did get some sleep during the night. Around 3 a.m. she finally was able to get to sleep, but the dream she had didn't help her slumber very much.
She dreamt that it was the last day of school again. Everything about it was the same. Well, almost everything. She read the yearbook. She read the words "Lizzie, you rock. Don't ever change." She realized what a sweet thing he wrote. Realizing what an idiot Ethan was, the photo, the kiss she gave Gordo. Everything was exactly the same. As if it wasn't a dream at all, but a short trip back in time. With only one minor change. This time, Gordo turned his head toward Lizzie, and their lips met. He passionately kissed her. She felt the electricity between them. The palms of his hands that were on the sides of her face were making her cheeks turn red, and her face heated up. And then. The alarm clock went off.
That's where the dream ended. She felt so much disappointment after realizing the whole thing was a dream. After being up all night, and even after the dream, she was still very unsure about how she felt toward Gordo. It was so incredibly complicated for her, she couldn't stand it. She rolled over in her bed, a few tears going down her cheeks. The tears were slightly from the fact that Gordo kissing her was a dream, and partly because she just couldn't sort out her feelings. As she lied on her side, she noticed the yearbook sitting on her dresser. She grabbed it, and opened to Gordo's pictures again.
Such a cute smile.
She quickly closed the book, and let it fall to the floor, as her door crept open. She closed her eyes just enough to make her seem like she was sleeping, but she could still see through her eyelids. She saw Matt tip- toeing into her room, and over to her dresser. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a fake cockroach. Lizzie would have immediately gotten the jump on Matt, if she weren't in such a sad state of mind. Eyes barely open, she watched as Matt walked quietly toward her door. She then couldn't believe what happened next.
Matt looked at Lizzie. He tilted his head a bit and sighed. He had obviously noticed the tears on Lizzie's face, and noticed that Lizzie wasn't asleep. He went back to the dresser and pulled out the roach. Before he walked out, he went up to Lizzie.
"I don't know what's wrong." Said Matt, "But.Sorry."
Matt hugged Lizzie, and walked out of the room.
'I guess he's not such a bad little brother.' She thought.
She wiped away some of her tears, and rolled onto her other side. Again she thought about her and Gordo. No, not whether or not she liked him, even though that still itched at the back of her mind. She instead, remembered once more, about the time she broke her leg. Every time she wanted something, Gordo would run into the house and get it for her. He would push her wheelchair around, not letting her do anything that could hurt her. Sure, Miranda was a good friend, and she liked the little trio they had. But she never felt happier than when it was just she and Gordo.
Maybe she did like him. Maybe she liked him as much as he liked her. Maybe she even liked him more. Or maybe, they are just really close friends. Lizzie slinked out of bed, and sat on the edge of it for a minute. She looked down at the yearbook. She opened it yet again. She looked at Gordo, and then looked at the picture of Ethan Craft. What a dunce. He looked handsome yes, but talking to him was like.how did someone once put it? Oh yes, like talking to wallpaper. And, even about being handsome. For some reason, he just wasn't as appealing to her anymore. She looked again at the picture of Gordo. Lizzie sighed as she looked at this boy with the cute smile and curly brown hair.
GORDO'S P.O.V.
What was up with that dream? Did it mean anything? Should he not look to deep into it? He would never be that forceful would he? He dreamt about passionately kissing Lizzie after she kissed his cheek. Gordo thought to himself how incredibly not like him that was. He was too shy to do something like that. If he couldn't work up the nerve to tell Lizzie how he felt on several other occasions, how could he ever kiss her like he did in the dream?
He hoped it meant something. After listening to his psychiatrist dad talk about how your dreams usually mean something in your life, Gordo wondered if he really should look that deep into it.
Probably not.
He yawned and looked at the clock. All this reflecting took away from the fact that he was up pretty early. Although he did go to sleep rather early on, so it didn't surprise him too much. He walked over to his computer and started to move the mouse pointer to his Space Invaders game, before remembering how horrible he did yesterday. He instead decided to play a game of solitaire. Maybe a game that required more thinking would take his mind off of this, if only for a little while.
Unfortunately that was a bad idea. He didn't get very far in Solitaire before his mind finally wandered some more. Thinking about Lizzie was all he could do. Why fight it? He shut off his computer, and took out his CD player. He put in a CD with slow, lovey-dovey, orchestrated songs. He loved orchestra music. Instrumentals had a special something that songs with words, simply don't. He laid back down his bed, and closed his eyes. This music was very soothing, especially since he needed to calm his nerves.
He wished he could think of some way to tell her how he felt. Should he go over to her house and tell her? Should he call her up and ask her to a movie, only to tell her there? Or maybe he just wouldn't tell her at all. That's what he's been doing ever since Ronnie anyway. It's almost become a way of life for him. But it wasn't nearly as tough to deal with, as it's been since Lizzie's kiss. He remembered that kiss. The heat the he felt on his cheeks as her lips touched his face. He thought about some of the other rare times that he felt a feeling like that. The few times her hand was entwined with hers, were those rare times. Of course, these few times only occurred when Lizzie had walked into a locker or something, and Gordo was the one who helped her up. Her somewhat cold palms always made his heart skip a beat every time he touched them. And, while he did have butterflies in his stomach almost every time he was around her, the feeling of longing for her that he got, made him not mind his fluttery stomach so much.
He thought about the dream he had again. The way he held his hands up to Lizzie's face as he kissed her. Her hands on the sides of his waist. The heat he had felt between them was incredible.
If only Lizzie thought about Gordo this much. If only Lizzie could see how much he liked her. If only Lizzie had a dream like his.
END P.O.V.
If only Gordo knew how close to the truth he really was.
END OF CHAPTER 2. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!! (Please let me know if their thoughts toward one another are getting too repetitive. I don't mean word wise, or grammar wise. I just mean, their actual thoughts toward each other. As I've been writing, it worried me that I might be doing the same thing one to many times. Thanks in advance.) PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!
Morning rolled around, and the sun slowly rose out of the horizon, turning the blue sky, to a golden orange, illuminating the neighborhood.
LIZZIE'S P.O.V.
The alarm clock started buzzing. Lizzie hit the "off" button. 7:30 in the morning?! Why did she set the alarm clock? School is out. Either way, she didn't get much sleep. She was up half the night thinking about her and Gordo. As she wiped her heavy eyes, she laid back down. Hoping to get to sleep. Instead, she lay there, eyes open toward the ceiling, wondering what the dream she had meant. Yes, she did get some sleep during the night. Around 3 a.m. she finally was able to get to sleep, but the dream she had didn't help her slumber very much.
She dreamt that it was the last day of school again. Everything about it was the same. Well, almost everything. She read the yearbook. She read the words "Lizzie, you rock. Don't ever change." She realized what a sweet thing he wrote. Realizing what an idiot Ethan was, the photo, the kiss she gave Gordo. Everything was exactly the same. As if it wasn't a dream at all, but a short trip back in time. With only one minor change. This time, Gordo turned his head toward Lizzie, and their lips met. He passionately kissed her. She felt the electricity between them. The palms of his hands that were on the sides of her face were making her cheeks turn red, and her face heated up. And then. The alarm clock went off.
That's where the dream ended. She felt so much disappointment after realizing the whole thing was a dream. After being up all night, and even after the dream, she was still very unsure about how she felt toward Gordo. It was so incredibly complicated for her, she couldn't stand it. She rolled over in her bed, a few tears going down her cheeks. The tears were slightly from the fact that Gordo kissing her was a dream, and partly because she just couldn't sort out her feelings. As she lied on her side, she noticed the yearbook sitting on her dresser. She grabbed it, and opened to Gordo's pictures again.
Such a cute smile.
She quickly closed the book, and let it fall to the floor, as her door crept open. She closed her eyes just enough to make her seem like she was sleeping, but she could still see through her eyelids. She saw Matt tip- toeing into her room, and over to her dresser. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a fake cockroach. Lizzie would have immediately gotten the jump on Matt, if she weren't in such a sad state of mind. Eyes barely open, she watched as Matt walked quietly toward her door. She then couldn't believe what happened next.
Matt looked at Lizzie. He tilted his head a bit and sighed. He had obviously noticed the tears on Lizzie's face, and noticed that Lizzie wasn't asleep. He went back to the dresser and pulled out the roach. Before he walked out, he went up to Lizzie.
"I don't know what's wrong." Said Matt, "But.Sorry."
Matt hugged Lizzie, and walked out of the room.
'I guess he's not such a bad little brother.' She thought.
She wiped away some of her tears, and rolled onto her other side. Again she thought about her and Gordo. No, not whether or not she liked him, even though that still itched at the back of her mind. She instead, remembered once more, about the time she broke her leg. Every time she wanted something, Gordo would run into the house and get it for her. He would push her wheelchair around, not letting her do anything that could hurt her. Sure, Miranda was a good friend, and she liked the little trio they had. But she never felt happier than when it was just she and Gordo.
Maybe she did like him. Maybe she liked him as much as he liked her. Maybe she even liked him more. Or maybe, they are just really close friends. Lizzie slinked out of bed, and sat on the edge of it for a minute. She looked down at the yearbook. She opened it yet again. She looked at Gordo, and then looked at the picture of Ethan Craft. What a dunce. He looked handsome yes, but talking to him was like.how did someone once put it? Oh yes, like talking to wallpaper. And, even about being handsome. For some reason, he just wasn't as appealing to her anymore. She looked again at the picture of Gordo. Lizzie sighed as she looked at this boy with the cute smile and curly brown hair.
GORDO'S P.O.V.
What was up with that dream? Did it mean anything? Should he not look to deep into it? He would never be that forceful would he? He dreamt about passionately kissing Lizzie after she kissed his cheek. Gordo thought to himself how incredibly not like him that was. He was too shy to do something like that. If he couldn't work up the nerve to tell Lizzie how he felt on several other occasions, how could he ever kiss her like he did in the dream?
He hoped it meant something. After listening to his psychiatrist dad talk about how your dreams usually mean something in your life, Gordo wondered if he really should look that deep into it.
Probably not.
He yawned and looked at the clock. All this reflecting took away from the fact that he was up pretty early. Although he did go to sleep rather early on, so it didn't surprise him too much. He walked over to his computer and started to move the mouse pointer to his Space Invaders game, before remembering how horrible he did yesterday. He instead decided to play a game of solitaire. Maybe a game that required more thinking would take his mind off of this, if only for a little while.
Unfortunately that was a bad idea. He didn't get very far in Solitaire before his mind finally wandered some more. Thinking about Lizzie was all he could do. Why fight it? He shut off his computer, and took out his CD player. He put in a CD with slow, lovey-dovey, orchestrated songs. He loved orchestra music. Instrumentals had a special something that songs with words, simply don't. He laid back down his bed, and closed his eyes. This music was very soothing, especially since he needed to calm his nerves.
He wished he could think of some way to tell her how he felt. Should he go over to her house and tell her? Should he call her up and ask her to a movie, only to tell her there? Or maybe he just wouldn't tell her at all. That's what he's been doing ever since Ronnie anyway. It's almost become a way of life for him. But it wasn't nearly as tough to deal with, as it's been since Lizzie's kiss. He remembered that kiss. The heat the he felt on his cheeks as her lips touched his face. He thought about some of the other rare times that he felt a feeling like that. The few times her hand was entwined with hers, were those rare times. Of course, these few times only occurred when Lizzie had walked into a locker or something, and Gordo was the one who helped her up. Her somewhat cold palms always made his heart skip a beat every time he touched them. And, while he did have butterflies in his stomach almost every time he was around her, the feeling of longing for her that he got, made him not mind his fluttery stomach so much.
He thought about the dream he had again. The way he held his hands up to Lizzie's face as he kissed her. Her hands on the sides of his waist. The heat he had felt between them was incredible.
If only Lizzie thought about Gordo this much. If only Lizzie could see how much he liked her. If only Lizzie had a dream like his.
END P.O.V.
If only Gordo knew how close to the truth he really was.
END OF CHAPTER 2. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!! (Please let me know if their thoughts toward one another are getting too repetitive. I don't mean word wise, or grammar wise. I just mean, their actual thoughts toward each other. As I've been writing, it worried me that I might be doing the same thing one to many times. Thanks in advance.) PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!