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Chapter Three:
Lizzie's viewpoint:
I sat in my bed, trying to fall asleep. I couldn't help but think about that book of poems Gordo had. I mean, I wasn't surprised that he had a book of poems, just that they were love poems. It was really weird. At the same time, it was really cute. He did say he wanted to write poems, didn't he? Maybe he meant love poems… for a girl. I then thought to myself 'Wow, I bet he's got a crush on someone. Wonder who it could be?' Suddenly, I felt this strange feeling. I was suddenly disappointed that Gordo might like someone. Was it because he hadn't told me that he'd liked someone? I felt like that wasn't it. It's hard to explain. Then I said out loud to myself:
"Do I like Gordo?" Then I practically punched myself. "No. No way. I couldn't like Gordo."
It was too strange to think about. Besides, even if I did like Gordo, he would never like me back. We're best friends and best friends don't like each other. Sure, I had a crush on Gordo in the fourth grade, but it was the fourth grade! It didn't really matter then. I then decided that the reason I was upset was because Gordo hadn't told me that he liked anyone. I decided to ask him about it the next day.
Gordo's viewpoint:
It was late and I was still awake working on the perfect poem. I decided on a centralized theme for my poem: angels. After all, I considered Lizzie an angel. She'd come down from heaven and helped me through the toughest times of my life. Sure, it's been a short life; I'm only 16. Still, the teenaged years are very stressful and having a friend – an angel, like Lizzie has been more than what I deserve. I looked down at my poem; it was finally coming together. I had the first two stanzas written and I was prepared to show them to Miranda the next day. They went something like this:
You're an angel that nobody can see,
Still, an angel is what you are to me.
An angel from heaven is what you are,
In my sky you're definitely a heavenly star.
You're an angel with beauty and grace,
You're kind and sweet; you've an angel face
You have very graceful angel wings
Happiness, joy, and love are just some things.
I sighed. I was satisfied. Sure, perhaps the comments about grace weren't exactly on target when it comes to Lizzie, but I thought I could spare a bit of accuracy when it would be replaced with words of passion and love. I only needed a few more nights and then my poem would be finished. Then I'd finally be able to tell Lizzie how I really felt. I could only dream.
A/N: I should be posting another chapter tonight. Thanks for all the reviews; they've really been helpful. I plan on throwing some kind of twist into this, but I haven't quite figured it out yet. Please leave me some suggestions. Lastly, the poem that is being used is not an original poem of my own. I found off of the website and it is written by Daniel Alexandre Antunes.