GORDO'S P.O.V.
They were both pretty cold, as the rain poured outside of the covered area they were in. The afternoon rain seemed to cast an aqua glow onto them. She looked incredible. Whether she had her makeup on, or whether it was just her natural beauty, she always looked stunning. Her arms were clasped around herself, somewhat shivering. He offered his towel to Lizzie to warm her up. She declined it, and at first this made Gordo feel pretty bad.that is, until she reached into the beach bag she brought.
LIZZIE'S P.O.V.
She reached into her bag and pulled out a blanket. She didn't really think anything of it when she packed it, because, among a few other things, she always packed that in her bag. Now, though, Lizzie was glad she did pack it. She sat on the bench and started to wrap herself up in it. She asked a blushing Gordo if he wanted to sit next to her, and that she'd let him have some of the blanket. Gordo obliged and sat next to Lizzie. The blanket didn't cover them up real well, so Lizzie decided to snuggle in closer to Gordo. There shoulders were touching, and she felt the world seem to slip away from her. She could feel the warmth between them, and wondered why she never noticed that the perfect guy was right under her nose the whole time.
Ethan. That's why. Ethan Craft was the reason she was so oblivious every single day. Lizzie was glad that she was over him. The blanket covered them, and Lizzie looked out into the rain. It was raining pretty hard. She looked over at Gordo. She was sure that he stopped trying to hide his flushed cheeks. She could see a small smile on is face, and she loved every minute they were spending together, cuddled underneath this blanket, shoulders pressed against one another's.
GORDO'S P.O.V.
Gordo loved every single second they were close. Oh, how he longed to have her hand holding his. The rain didn't bother him anymore; in fact, he saw it now, as kind of a blessing. They wouldn't have ended up under this blanket if not for the downpour. He looked over at Lizzie and saw the smile on her face. That beautiful smile, that seemed to light up the sky on the darkest of days. His previous notion of Lizzie not wanting to become more than friends, had really started to change as they sat underneath this blanket.
Maybe Lizzie really did like him back! Thank god Miranda wasn't here, or he defiantly wouldn't have been able to do something like this. Miranda would be talking to Lizzie, and vise versa. Gordo would just be sitting there not paying attention to the conversation, but staring at Lizzie, hoping for something to one day happen, like what is happening now with the blanket. He heard her yawn and she rested her head on his shoulder.
Gordo felt like he must have died, because this seemed like heaven to him. Being this close to Lizzie made him very happy. Then, he felt an aching in his heart when her realized he still had to tell her how he felt. Unfortunately, even with them underneath the blanket. Even with their shoulders touching. Even with Lizzie's head resting against him. There was still some strand of uncertainty about whether Lizzie liked him.
LIZZIE'S P.O.V.
She felt so good; her head resting against his shoulder was an incredible feeling. Her stomach did somersaults as she thought about going ahead and telling him exactly how she felt. How incredible she thought he was. What a cute smile he had. What a sweet guy he's been. She wanted to just pick up his hand, and hold it in hers, never to let go. She raised her head and looked at Gordo. She looked down at the ground a second, then back up at him. His eyes. She felt great looking into them.
"Hey, uh Gordo? Can I talk to you about something?" She asked.
"Sure Lizzie. You can talk to me about anything, right?" Gordo Answered.
"Yeah." She replied, with a nervous laugh.
She tried to come up with the right words. Should she just say that she likes him? Should she hold his hand while doing it? Should she just kiss him and let that get the message across? She couldn't think of what to do. She opened her mouth to say something.
And before she had a chance to, the sound of a car horn could be heard. The turned their heads, and through the rain saw the McGuire family van. Lizzie's mom walked through the rain, holding an umbrella.
"Oh, you kids must be freezing." She said.
The two got up, packed Lizzie's bag, and headed for the car, huddled underneath of the umbrella. As they rode home Lizzie sat there thinking how badly that moment was ruined. It was perfect; she was about to reveal her feelings, when her mom had to appear out of nowhere. They stopped at Gordo's house, and Lizzie walked out with him, holding the umbrella over his head. They stood on the door stoop and looked at each other for a few moments.
"So, uh. Lizzie. What were, uh, you going to say to me?" Asked Gordo.
Lizzie, with a very disappointed feeling, looked at him.
"Nothing. It-It was nothing."
They said bye to each other, and Gordo walked into the house. As she walked back to her car she fought back tears. She didn't want her mom seeing them.
When the got home she went to her room and locked the door. She dropped onto the bed, and planted her face into her pillow. She cried for so long. Why didn't she say anything at Gordo's house? Why was this so hard for her? She wanted Gordo so bad, but it was like trying to grab a hologram. It was right in front of her, yet she couldn't grasp it. She thought about their shoulders touching. The rain continued to come down outside, and the day slowly turned to night. She laid on her bed, staring at the picture of Gordo in her yearbook. She seemed to have the urge to turn to the back of the yearbook every few minutes, to read what Gordo had written.
GORDO'S P.O.V.
He sat on his bed with the most disappointed look on his face. He let his face drop into the palms of his hand. Was Lizzie going to say something? Was she going to say that she liked him? He replayed the entire afternoon in his head, and thought about how close they were. It seemed like an eternity when he was waiting for Lizzie earlier today, but it only seemed like brief flash of time that they got to be so close to one another.
He remembered feeling the heat radiating from the point where their shoulders were touching. How warm his cheeks felt when Lizzie put her head on his shoulder.
"Gordo 'ol pal, you've got it bad." He said to himself.
He looked at the time and saw that it was late. His parent had already gone to bed. He figured though, that tomorrow was another day. Maybe he would be able to tell her then?
An unlikely possibility, but maybe something would give him that extra push to really show how he felt? He hoped so. He needed it to happen. He needed to feel Lizzie's body close to his again. This wasn't some simple thing were he needed a girlfriend. This was much more complicated. He needed Lizzie, and no one else was going to change that.
END OF CHAPTER 5. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!
They were both pretty cold, as the rain poured outside of the covered area they were in. The afternoon rain seemed to cast an aqua glow onto them. She looked incredible. Whether she had her makeup on, or whether it was just her natural beauty, she always looked stunning. Her arms were clasped around herself, somewhat shivering. He offered his towel to Lizzie to warm her up. She declined it, and at first this made Gordo feel pretty bad.that is, until she reached into the beach bag she brought.
LIZZIE'S P.O.V.
She reached into her bag and pulled out a blanket. She didn't really think anything of it when she packed it, because, among a few other things, she always packed that in her bag. Now, though, Lizzie was glad she did pack it. She sat on the bench and started to wrap herself up in it. She asked a blushing Gordo if he wanted to sit next to her, and that she'd let him have some of the blanket. Gordo obliged and sat next to Lizzie. The blanket didn't cover them up real well, so Lizzie decided to snuggle in closer to Gordo. There shoulders were touching, and she felt the world seem to slip away from her. She could feel the warmth between them, and wondered why she never noticed that the perfect guy was right under her nose the whole time.
Ethan. That's why. Ethan Craft was the reason she was so oblivious every single day. Lizzie was glad that she was over him. The blanket covered them, and Lizzie looked out into the rain. It was raining pretty hard. She looked over at Gordo. She was sure that he stopped trying to hide his flushed cheeks. She could see a small smile on is face, and she loved every minute they were spending together, cuddled underneath this blanket, shoulders pressed against one another's.
GORDO'S P.O.V.
Gordo loved every single second they were close. Oh, how he longed to have her hand holding his. The rain didn't bother him anymore; in fact, he saw it now, as kind of a blessing. They wouldn't have ended up under this blanket if not for the downpour. He looked over at Lizzie and saw the smile on her face. That beautiful smile, that seemed to light up the sky on the darkest of days. His previous notion of Lizzie not wanting to become more than friends, had really started to change as they sat underneath this blanket.
Maybe Lizzie really did like him back! Thank god Miranda wasn't here, or he defiantly wouldn't have been able to do something like this. Miranda would be talking to Lizzie, and vise versa. Gordo would just be sitting there not paying attention to the conversation, but staring at Lizzie, hoping for something to one day happen, like what is happening now with the blanket. He heard her yawn and she rested her head on his shoulder.
Gordo felt like he must have died, because this seemed like heaven to him. Being this close to Lizzie made him very happy. Then, he felt an aching in his heart when her realized he still had to tell her how he felt. Unfortunately, even with them underneath the blanket. Even with their shoulders touching. Even with Lizzie's head resting against him. There was still some strand of uncertainty about whether Lizzie liked him.
LIZZIE'S P.O.V.
She felt so good; her head resting against his shoulder was an incredible feeling. Her stomach did somersaults as she thought about going ahead and telling him exactly how she felt. How incredible she thought he was. What a cute smile he had. What a sweet guy he's been. She wanted to just pick up his hand, and hold it in hers, never to let go. She raised her head and looked at Gordo. She looked down at the ground a second, then back up at him. His eyes. She felt great looking into them.
"Hey, uh Gordo? Can I talk to you about something?" She asked.
"Sure Lizzie. You can talk to me about anything, right?" Gordo Answered.
"Yeah." She replied, with a nervous laugh.
She tried to come up with the right words. Should she just say that she likes him? Should she hold his hand while doing it? Should she just kiss him and let that get the message across? She couldn't think of what to do. She opened her mouth to say something.
And before she had a chance to, the sound of a car horn could be heard. The turned their heads, and through the rain saw the McGuire family van. Lizzie's mom walked through the rain, holding an umbrella.
"Oh, you kids must be freezing." She said.
The two got up, packed Lizzie's bag, and headed for the car, huddled underneath of the umbrella. As they rode home Lizzie sat there thinking how badly that moment was ruined. It was perfect; she was about to reveal her feelings, when her mom had to appear out of nowhere. They stopped at Gordo's house, and Lizzie walked out with him, holding the umbrella over his head. They stood on the door stoop and looked at each other for a few moments.
"So, uh. Lizzie. What were, uh, you going to say to me?" Asked Gordo.
Lizzie, with a very disappointed feeling, looked at him.
"Nothing. It-It was nothing."
They said bye to each other, and Gordo walked into the house. As she walked back to her car she fought back tears. She didn't want her mom seeing them.
When the got home she went to her room and locked the door. She dropped onto the bed, and planted her face into her pillow. She cried for so long. Why didn't she say anything at Gordo's house? Why was this so hard for her? She wanted Gordo so bad, but it was like trying to grab a hologram. It was right in front of her, yet she couldn't grasp it. She thought about their shoulders touching. The rain continued to come down outside, and the day slowly turned to night. She laid on her bed, staring at the picture of Gordo in her yearbook. She seemed to have the urge to turn to the back of the yearbook every few minutes, to read what Gordo had written.
GORDO'S P.O.V.
He sat on his bed with the most disappointed look on his face. He let his face drop into the palms of his hand. Was Lizzie going to say something? Was she going to say that she liked him? He replayed the entire afternoon in his head, and thought about how close they were. It seemed like an eternity when he was waiting for Lizzie earlier today, but it only seemed like brief flash of time that they got to be so close to one another.
He remembered feeling the heat radiating from the point where their shoulders were touching. How warm his cheeks felt when Lizzie put her head on his shoulder.
"Gordo 'ol pal, you've got it bad." He said to himself.
He looked at the time and saw that it was late. His parent had already gone to bed. He figured though, that tomorrow was another day. Maybe he would be able to tell her then?
An unlikely possibility, but maybe something would give him that extra push to really show how he felt? He hoped so. He needed it to happen. He needed to feel Lizzie's body close to his again. This wasn't some simple thing were he needed a girlfriend. This was much more complicated. He needed Lizzie, and no one else was going to change that.
END OF CHAPTER 5. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!