[Disclaimer: I don't own "The Lizzie McGuire Movie", "Lizzie McGuire", Lizzie, Gordo, Hilary, Adam, RomeI don't own anything. Cruel, cruel world! Why do you torture me so?!]
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"Gordo?" a distant voice seemed to call faintly out to me. "Gordoooo," it echoed.
I woke up in a daze, finding myself in the hotel's 1st floor lounge. No one was aroundexcept Lizzie.
"Lizzie?" I cooed. "Is that you?" I started to get to my feet but I felt too woozy to get up. This feeling was weirdlike I was hung over or something.
"Uh, yeah, it's me, Gordo. Lizzie. You know, the only person on this trip that cares enough about you to come find you." She gave me one of those infamous duh' looks. "What's with you? I mean, first we were talking about Kate and then we started talking about you committing suicide, and then you freak out and run off." She sat down on the couch next to me. "Is something wrong, Gordo?"
Bad time for my conscience to kick in. It told me I was a bad person for keeping this secret from her. It told me to tell her. Obviously, consciences don't understand friendships and relationships. Because if they did, then mine would realize that telling Lizzie how I felt would screw up everything. It was a lot easier to just not tell her than tell her and deal with the consequences.
Still, I hated keeping secrets from her. Cause I knew how she got: big, puppy dog eyes with the pouty lips. It was sad that I resisted peer pressure so well, but I could never turn down Lizzie's puppy dog eyes. Perhaps it was just the imagery of her being this poor, helpless damsel-in-distress, and I, her knight in shining armor. I was there for her every step of the way.
Sometimes I really wondered to myself if I had my own life. And I'd come to the conclusion that I do. And its name is Lizzie.
There were very few things I did without getting her approval or getting her advice on. I'd gotten better at independence as the years passed, but still, we went around everywhere together. I can still remember that one time towards the beginning of 8th grade, when I was given the chance to high school. And I asked both Lizzie and Miranda if they thought I should go. It was only Lizzie's opinion I cared for. She said I should. And I did. And I had a horrible time. But do I learn from my mistakes? No. I continue to listen to Lizzie like every uttered syllable is the sacred scripture.
"Something's definitely wrong, Gordo," Lizzie's voice broke into my thoughts. "You've spent your life being able to jabber on about nothing. And so far on this trip, you've barely said more than 5 words. So you can either tell me what's wrong, or I'll pry it out of you."
Well, you'll have to use the jaws of life before you get this one out of me. I was not one of those people who was prone to leaking secrets (i.e. Miranda). I kept them secret and safe, especially if their unveiling was detrimental to me. Like if I was to tell Mrs. McGuire that we were going to Kate's party beforehand, it would get Lizzie in troublebut then, Mrs. McGuire would tell my mom, and well, I think you can draw your own conclusions. Then again, I don't know why I would ever want to get Lizzie in trouble in first place. Only if I was extremely angrylike back in 7th grade, when I ranted and raved to Mr. Pettus when he gave Lizzie the grade I was supposed to receiveit was my brain project, after all.
A pounding headache started to knock on the inside of my head. The things we learned about in school were easy and quickly absorbed into me. I guess my brain wasn't used to working overtime with this wholething.
"Oh, I get it now." Lizzie narrowed her eyes at me. "You're ignoring me." She stood up. "Fine, if you that's how you want to play, I'm now ignoring you, too. I'll be in my room." She started towards the steps.
"Lizzie, wait!" I yelled after her. "I'm not ignoring you!"
She turned around and shot me an icy glare.
"I'm sorry, did you say something?" she asked in that innocent, sarcastic tone of voice, before turning on her heel and heading up the stairs in a very Kate-esque fashion.
God, only Lizzie would misinterpret my actions so horribly. Have I not reassured her enough that I am her best friend and I would never do something like that? Or does she really not listen to me? Most times, I would sit there and take all of it and resolve it later. But the way her words hurt me prompted me to run after her.
I said nothing. All I did was grab her hand and drag her back to the couch in the lounge. She struggled a bit but eventually, reluctantly agreed to sit for just a short while. I led her to the couch and sat her down before sitting down next to her myself.
"Lizzie, how can I say this?" No, no, nothink before you speak, Gordon. You're not reallyno, not now! Hesitate. No, stop altogether. This is the wrong time.
Was it just my imagination, or did I see a hopeful sparkle in her eye?
"I'm not ignoring you. I'm just thinking a lot. Please, please, please just don't get angry with me if it seems like I'm ignoring you, okay?" She nodded. "It's just" Inhale. My heart beating like crazy. Inhale."There's this girl." Her name is Lizzie. "I've known her for a while." My whole life. "And she's on this trip." She's sitting right next to me. "And I think I like her. Butthings are complicated." The biggest understatement of the year. "What do you think I should do? Should I justjust tell her?"
"You sound like Confused Guy." She smiled at mewith this hint of I know something you don't' hidden somewhere within her face. "I'd say just to take things one step at a time. If you truly know this girl as well as you say you do, you'll know when the time has come."
I couldn't have asked for better advice. I smiled at her.
"Thanks."
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[A/N: AHHHH! I saw the movie. So awesome, so awesome. This fic is nothing like it, and that's what I was going for. So yahooo. I might snag a couple parts from the movie into this, but only minor things. Ahhhh, L/G is so fun to write. Even if it is one-sided.
Lemme know what you think: please review! Thanks!]
