LIZZIE'S P.O.V.
She was sitting next to Matt on the couch, eating a bowl of cereal. Lizzie went ahead, and let Matt watch his TV shows, since he was so nice to her this morning. Lizzie's could tell that her parents were a little surprised at the fact that her and Matt weren't at each other's throats by now. Heck, so was she. What got into Matt, that made him suddenly became a normal, nice little brother? She didn't bother asking him. She got up, put her empty cereal bowl into the sink, and walked back up to her room.
She was probably going to see Gordo today. Probably? Ok, she was defiantly going to see Gordo today. After being in the shower, she pulled out a pair of blue jeans, and a pink top. Lizzie suddenly really cared about how she looked, even though it was just Gordo she would see. She made her hair just right, put on some pink lipstick, and sprayed on her best perfume. She checked her out one final time in the mirror. As she reached for the doorknob to leave her room, she realized something. What was she planning on doing? Just showing up at Gordo's house and.what?
She guessed she could have thought this through a little better. Of course, her plans about what she would to today, have not been at the forefront of her thoughts. Her decision about whether or not she liked Gordo had really begun to tilt toward "yes." Especially after the long time she spent this morning, just staring at Gordo's picture. Staring at that smile. That super cute smile.
All right. Lizzie had to admit it to herself. She no longer thought of Gordo as just her friend. She realized that she liked him much more. She liked Gordo. Whether or not she liked him equally as much as he liked her remained for her to be seen. But the fact was she now had a crush on Gordo. A crush 14 years in the making in fact.
She had finally sorted all her feelings out. Nothing was confusing to her anymore. She had to do something about it.but what? Now a new dilemma faced her. How would she confront Gordo about the way she felt? She thought it would be an easy task, but soon realized that it was going to be tough. Very tough.
She heard a knock at her bedroom door, and opened it. It was Matt. That's odd. Usually he never knocks. He just let's himself right in.
"Yeah?" Asked Lizzie.
"Well.I was just wondering, why you were crying this morning." Replied Matt.
"Oh, it's nothing."
"Come on, what's wrong? I know that I can be annoying sometimes, but I'm still your brother. I promise I won't tell mom or dad."
Lizzie smiled at Matt. This is a side of her younger brother she rarely saw, and she liked when she did see it. They sat down on her bed, and Matt listened intently as Lizzie told him the whole thing. The kiss in the picture. The signature in her yearbook, which Matt quickly looked at for himself. She did mention the dream, but simply shortened it to: 'Gordo kissed me.' She told him everything, feeling confident that Matt wouldn't blabber to her parents. She noticed that Matt didn't seem so surprised with the fact that she liked Gordo.
After a small brother-sister chat, Matt started to walk out of the room. Lizzie told him to wait a second. She walked over to him and gave him a big hug, and to her surprise, he hugged back. He left the room, and she closed the door. She sat on her bed, looking over at her phone. Should she call him? Should she let Gordo tell her his feelings? Well, that idea might not work so well. After all, if he's been keeping this to himself for so long, he might not be able to say anything, unless she does.
'That settles it!' She thought.
She made absolutely sure that she looked perfect, and walked out of her room. As she walked out the door, her mother called from the kitchen. Oh no! Did Matt say something? Was he that mean to her? No. Her mother just wanted to know where she was going. After saying that she was going to Gordo's house, the next thing she heard coming from her mom's mouth, were, "have fun." She closed the door, and started her walk to Gordo's house.
GORDO'S P.O.V.
He paced back and forth in his living room. Gordo's parents had gone to work already, so he was free to contemplate this whole ordeal without his dad wanting to "get to the root of the problem." He also felt very frustrated. There was no one he could turn to about this, so he had to keep all of his feelings bottled up inside of him. If Miranda was here, he maybe, and that's a big maybe, could have been able to go to her, but he still would have been a little apprehensive. He couldn't go to his mom or dad. They just wouldn't give him the help he needed. And, the only other friend he could go to about his problem.was the problem.
Gordo's decision about whether or not he thought Lizzie would ever like him as anything more than a friend, had really begun to tilt toward "No." He wished he could have been as forceful as he was in his dream. He wished he could have kissed her like that in real life. But no. Gordo was way to shy to do something like that. He thought back at the few times they had gone to the beach, just the McGuires and the Gordons. He liked having Miranda as a friend, no question, but he particularly enjoyed these times he got to spend with just Lizzie, even if he was sure that she didn't feel the same way.
He loved seeing her in her bathing suit. Gordo always hated to seem like a pervert or something, so he would try to keep his eyes locked onto Lizzie's when they weren't in the water, so he wouldn't be looking around her body. Either way though, whether he was looking at her body, or her amazing eyes, she was as beautiful as they come. It always struck Gordo odd that she was so beautiful, yet she wasn't associated with the popular crowd in the least bit. Well, besides the former friendship with Kate. Maybe it was the fact that she was such a klutz.or maybe it's his fault that she was never popular. Hanging out with a dork like him would probably ruin anyone's reputation.
No! That wasn't true at all. If he wasn't sure of himself, what could he be sure of? If he were such a dork, why would an amazing girl like Lizzie ever hang out with him? His thoughts went back to the beach again. He thought about how they used to play in the water. How he could feel the electricity in his body, when Lizzie would brush up against Gordo, while passing by him underwater. Sure, she might barely touch him with her fingertips. But it felt as if those fingertips electrified his entire body. His heart would race every time he would look at Lizzie, Her wet hair, shimmering in the sunlight, the droplets of ocean water rolling down her face. He could always feel the heat in his cheeks. His face turning red. He would always go right under the water, to avoid Lizzie seeing him blush.
Maybe it would have been easier all along if she had seen him blush. She probably would have figured that he had feelings for her. That would have made it a hundred times easier to tell her how he felt.
He thought again about all of the time he chickened out when he had the opportunity to say something.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" Said Gordo, who kept banging his head on the wall.
That's when he heard the doorbell ring. His heart flew up into his throat for a second, and then he calmed down.
'It's probably just a door-to-door salesperson.' Thought Gordo.
He looked at his attire. He was wearing a big baggy nightshirt, and baggy sweat pants. He didn't bother to change out of his morning cloths yet. Or do his hair for that matter, although that didn't require much work anyway. He slowly made his way to the door. He wiped the morning gunk out of his eyes, and twisted the doorknob. His eyes widened, and his spirits lifted, when he saw who it was.
"Hey Lizzie." Said Gordo, feeling his face getting red again.
"Hey Gordo" She replied.
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She was sitting next to Matt on the couch, eating a bowl of cereal. Lizzie went ahead, and let Matt watch his TV shows, since he was so nice to her this morning. Lizzie's could tell that her parents were a little surprised at the fact that her and Matt weren't at each other's throats by now. Heck, so was she. What got into Matt, that made him suddenly became a normal, nice little brother? She didn't bother asking him. She got up, put her empty cereal bowl into the sink, and walked back up to her room.
She was probably going to see Gordo today. Probably? Ok, she was defiantly going to see Gordo today. After being in the shower, she pulled out a pair of blue jeans, and a pink top. Lizzie suddenly really cared about how she looked, even though it was just Gordo she would see. She made her hair just right, put on some pink lipstick, and sprayed on her best perfume. She checked her out one final time in the mirror. As she reached for the doorknob to leave her room, she realized something. What was she planning on doing? Just showing up at Gordo's house and.what?
She guessed she could have thought this through a little better. Of course, her plans about what she would to today, have not been at the forefront of her thoughts. Her decision about whether or not she liked Gordo had really begun to tilt toward "yes." Especially after the long time she spent this morning, just staring at Gordo's picture. Staring at that smile. That super cute smile.
All right. Lizzie had to admit it to herself. She no longer thought of Gordo as just her friend. She realized that she liked him much more. She liked Gordo. Whether or not she liked him equally as much as he liked her remained for her to be seen. But the fact was she now had a crush on Gordo. A crush 14 years in the making in fact.
She had finally sorted all her feelings out. Nothing was confusing to her anymore. She had to do something about it.but what? Now a new dilemma faced her. How would she confront Gordo about the way she felt? She thought it would be an easy task, but soon realized that it was going to be tough. Very tough.
She heard a knock at her bedroom door, and opened it. It was Matt. That's odd. Usually he never knocks. He just let's himself right in.
"Yeah?" Asked Lizzie.
"Well.I was just wondering, why you were crying this morning." Replied Matt.
"Oh, it's nothing."
"Come on, what's wrong? I know that I can be annoying sometimes, but I'm still your brother. I promise I won't tell mom or dad."
Lizzie smiled at Matt. This is a side of her younger brother she rarely saw, and she liked when she did see it. They sat down on her bed, and Matt listened intently as Lizzie told him the whole thing. The kiss in the picture. The signature in her yearbook, which Matt quickly looked at for himself. She did mention the dream, but simply shortened it to: 'Gordo kissed me.' She told him everything, feeling confident that Matt wouldn't blabber to her parents. She noticed that Matt didn't seem so surprised with the fact that she liked Gordo.
After a small brother-sister chat, Matt started to walk out of the room. Lizzie told him to wait a second. She walked over to him and gave him a big hug, and to her surprise, he hugged back. He left the room, and she closed the door. She sat on her bed, looking over at her phone. Should she call him? Should she let Gordo tell her his feelings? Well, that idea might not work so well. After all, if he's been keeping this to himself for so long, he might not be able to say anything, unless she does.
'That settles it!' She thought.
She made absolutely sure that she looked perfect, and walked out of her room. As she walked out the door, her mother called from the kitchen. Oh no! Did Matt say something? Was he that mean to her? No. Her mother just wanted to know where she was going. After saying that she was going to Gordo's house, the next thing she heard coming from her mom's mouth, were, "have fun." She closed the door, and started her walk to Gordo's house.
GORDO'S P.O.V.
He paced back and forth in his living room. Gordo's parents had gone to work already, so he was free to contemplate this whole ordeal without his dad wanting to "get to the root of the problem." He also felt very frustrated. There was no one he could turn to about this, so he had to keep all of his feelings bottled up inside of him. If Miranda was here, he maybe, and that's a big maybe, could have been able to go to her, but he still would have been a little apprehensive. He couldn't go to his mom or dad. They just wouldn't give him the help he needed. And, the only other friend he could go to about his problem.was the problem.
Gordo's decision about whether or not he thought Lizzie would ever like him as anything more than a friend, had really begun to tilt toward "No." He wished he could have been as forceful as he was in his dream. He wished he could have kissed her like that in real life. But no. Gordo was way to shy to do something like that. He thought back at the few times they had gone to the beach, just the McGuires and the Gordons. He liked having Miranda as a friend, no question, but he particularly enjoyed these times he got to spend with just Lizzie, even if he was sure that she didn't feel the same way.
He loved seeing her in her bathing suit. Gordo always hated to seem like a pervert or something, so he would try to keep his eyes locked onto Lizzie's when they weren't in the water, so he wouldn't be looking around her body. Either way though, whether he was looking at her body, or her amazing eyes, she was as beautiful as they come. It always struck Gordo odd that she was so beautiful, yet she wasn't associated with the popular crowd in the least bit. Well, besides the former friendship with Kate. Maybe it was the fact that she was such a klutz.or maybe it's his fault that she was never popular. Hanging out with a dork like him would probably ruin anyone's reputation.
No! That wasn't true at all. If he wasn't sure of himself, what could he be sure of? If he were such a dork, why would an amazing girl like Lizzie ever hang out with him? His thoughts went back to the beach again. He thought about how they used to play in the water. How he could feel the electricity in his body, when Lizzie would brush up against Gordo, while passing by him underwater. Sure, she might barely touch him with her fingertips. But it felt as if those fingertips electrified his entire body. His heart would race every time he would look at Lizzie, Her wet hair, shimmering in the sunlight, the droplets of ocean water rolling down her face. He could always feel the heat in his cheeks. His face turning red. He would always go right under the water, to avoid Lizzie seeing him blush.
Maybe it would have been easier all along if she had seen him blush. She probably would have figured that he had feelings for her. That would have made it a hundred times easier to tell her how he felt.
He thought again about all of the time he chickened out when he had the opportunity to say something.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" Said Gordo, who kept banging his head on the wall.
That's when he heard the doorbell ring. His heart flew up into his throat for a second, and then he calmed down.
'It's probably just a door-to-door salesperson.' Thought Gordo.
He looked at his attire. He was wearing a big baggy nightshirt, and baggy sweat pants. He didn't bother to change out of his morning cloths yet. Or do his hair for that matter, although that didn't require much work anyway. He slowly made his way to the door. He wiped the morning gunk out of his eyes, and twisted the doorknob. His eyes widened, and his spirits lifted, when he saw who it was.
"Hey Lizzie." Said Gordo, feeling his face getting red again.
"Hey Gordo" She replied.
END OF CHAPTER 3. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!