Ok I'd just like to apologize for taking SUCH a long time in updating. My
life has kind of been crazy for the past few months, but I think it's ok
now. we'll see. Anyway, please forgive me and I hope you enjoy the next
installment!
3 always Toxik
Unpacking
Lizzie stared at the open suitcase in front of her. Clothing was strewn around the room that she was staying in, and she just didn't know where to start. With a sigh she began hanging up her things in the closet and hoping that she hadn't left anything necessary at home. This trip was important to her. This was going to be it. As she picked up a pile of tee-shirts and mechanically folded them and placed them in the drawer one by one she started thinking about Gordo. It had all gotten so complicated, and she had tried to ignore it. When she saw him idly staring into her eyes, or accidentally brushing the hair from her face she knew it was more than instinctual friendly actions. When he hugged her she always knew he held her there for that extra moment and was always reluctant to let go. But now that they were going to be together for four whole days without supervision, she knew she had to face the truth. Not just the truth that there was something behind the façade that Gordo showed, but also the truth about her feelings for him. She put the last shirt in the drawers and shoved her suitcase off of the bed. She sunk down into the plush comforter and lay there thinking of him. Not even Miranda knew about her feelings... or at least she didn't think Miranda knew. Closing her eyes his grey-blue eyes popped into her head, and even without him there he could feel them searching her soul. She always made excuses to find "a weird piece of paper" or something in his unruly brown curls. She never wanted to be away from him, and having him just in the next room was comforting to her. The mere thought of his presence warmed her as she smiled to herself.
"Lizzie. do you want help?" asked a familiar voice from the doorway.
Lifting her head, she looked at the person to whom the voice and her heart belonged.
"Mmm.?" she said in confusion only half hearing what he said. She was too much entranced by looking at his perfect face with his lop-sided grin that betrayed him. She knew he wanted to be around her just as much as she wanted to be around him. He walked in and flopped on the bed next to her.
"Do you want help? Or are you just tired from the trip?" he asked.
"Oh.I'm almost done." she said, Hlooking at the big mess in her room.
He cocked his eyebrow and looked at her quizzically.
"Your definition of 'almost done' fascinates me," he replied with the grin never leaving his face.
"Oh shut up!" Lizzie exclaimed thwapping him on the shoulder playfully. As her hand came into contact with his toned muscles she felt a shiver run down her spine and electricity flow through her veins. She didn't let it show though. She couldn't. It wouldn't be fair to Miranda or to Gordo. He deserved someone better. not that she wouldn't be jealous. She just figured he should be able to get the girl of his dreams and not some high school puppy-love crush. Not to mention she could never bear losing him.
"You wanna play rough with me? Do you? Do you?!" jerked her out of her train of though, and she was suddenly attacked by a fit of tickling. He had rolled over and was tickling her mercilessly, taking in her every feature as juvenile ecstasy played across her features. He pinned her on the bed, both hands above her head and straddled her so she couldn't move.
For a moment she held her breath thinking, "This is it! He's going to kiss me.."
But instead of kissing her he breathlessly said, "I got you."
With that he jumped off of her and sauntered out of the room, but before he left he made sure to turn around at the doorway and add, "By the way. if you need anything.. I'm sure you'll know where to find me."
A sigh escaped her lips as she felt a lingering tingle in all the places that he had come into contact with her. Lying there still she closed her eyes again and lost herself in thought.
Right before she drifted to sleep she whispered to herself, "This is the man I want to spend the rest of my life with.. God, let me die with him at my side." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/N: Ok I hope you all enjoyed that. Sorry it was a bit of fluffy filler that I wanted to put in there while I work on the more plot filled next chapter! Um. please read, review, and make sure to give me any feedback you have! I'd love it! Happy reading!!!!
Unpacking
Lizzie stared at the open suitcase in front of her. Clothing was strewn around the room that she was staying in, and she just didn't know where to start. With a sigh she began hanging up her things in the closet and hoping that she hadn't left anything necessary at home. This trip was important to her. This was going to be it. As she picked up a pile of tee-shirts and mechanically folded them and placed them in the drawer one by one she started thinking about Gordo. It had all gotten so complicated, and she had tried to ignore it. When she saw him idly staring into her eyes, or accidentally brushing the hair from her face she knew it was more than instinctual friendly actions. When he hugged her she always knew he held her there for that extra moment and was always reluctant to let go. But now that they were going to be together for four whole days without supervision, she knew she had to face the truth. Not just the truth that there was something behind the façade that Gordo showed, but also the truth about her feelings for him. She put the last shirt in the drawers and shoved her suitcase off of the bed. She sunk down into the plush comforter and lay there thinking of him. Not even Miranda knew about her feelings... or at least she didn't think Miranda knew. Closing her eyes his grey-blue eyes popped into her head, and even without him there he could feel them searching her soul. She always made excuses to find "a weird piece of paper" or something in his unruly brown curls. She never wanted to be away from him, and having him just in the next room was comforting to her. The mere thought of his presence warmed her as she smiled to herself.
"Lizzie. do you want help?" asked a familiar voice from the doorway.
Lifting her head, she looked at the person to whom the voice and her heart belonged.
"Mmm.?" she said in confusion only half hearing what he said. She was too much entranced by looking at his perfect face with his lop-sided grin that betrayed him. She knew he wanted to be around her just as much as she wanted to be around him. He walked in and flopped on the bed next to her.
"Do you want help? Or are you just tired from the trip?" he asked.
"Oh.I'm almost done." she said, Hlooking at the big mess in her room.
He cocked his eyebrow and looked at her quizzically.
"Your definition of 'almost done' fascinates me," he replied with the grin never leaving his face.
"Oh shut up!" Lizzie exclaimed thwapping him on the shoulder playfully. As her hand came into contact with his toned muscles she felt a shiver run down her spine and electricity flow through her veins. She didn't let it show though. She couldn't. It wouldn't be fair to Miranda or to Gordo. He deserved someone better. not that she wouldn't be jealous. She just figured he should be able to get the girl of his dreams and not some high school puppy-love crush. Not to mention she could never bear losing him.
"You wanna play rough with me? Do you? Do you?!" jerked her out of her train of though, and she was suddenly attacked by a fit of tickling. He had rolled over and was tickling her mercilessly, taking in her every feature as juvenile ecstasy played across her features. He pinned her on the bed, both hands above her head and straddled her so she couldn't move.
For a moment she held her breath thinking, "This is it! He's going to kiss me.."
But instead of kissing her he breathlessly said, "I got you."
With that he jumped off of her and sauntered out of the room, but before he left he made sure to turn around at the doorway and add, "By the way. if you need anything.. I'm sure you'll know where to find me."
A sigh escaped her lips as she felt a lingering tingle in all the places that he had come into contact with her. Lying there still she closed her eyes again and lost herself in thought.
Right before she drifted to sleep she whispered to herself, "This is the man I want to spend the rest of my life with.. God, let me die with him at my side." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/N: Ok I hope you all enjoyed that. Sorry it was a bit of fluffy filler that I wanted to put in there while I work on the more plot filled next chapter! Um. please read, review, and make sure to give me any feedback you have! I'd love it! Happy reading!!!!
