Disclaimer: I don't own Lizzie McGuire.

Gordo wondered what about him exactly caused him to push other people away. He loved Lizzie with more than he could describe and yet he'd said cruel things to her. He'd called the woman he loved a whore! Gordo didn't think he'd ever be able to forgive himself. He didn't know why he'd done it. Maybe to help rid him of his Lizzie obsession. Maybe it was to prove to his brain that he really didn't love her as much as his heart said. As much as he wanted to believe his lame excuses, he knew none of them were true. He'd done it simply because he was mean, and merciless. He couldn't accept love. He wouldn't let it happen. He wouldn't open himself up for the pain to freely flow in. Not again.

FLASHBACK

"David, son, you're mother and I would like to have a talk with you." Gordo could see the seriousness in his Father's eyes. He sat down in the armchair abruptly.

"What is it dad?" Gordo said inquisitively.

"Well you're mother and I, we're getting a divorce." Mr. Gordon said with a serious tone of voice.

Gordo looked absolutely stunned. "Why?" He said, suddenly breaking the deafening silence.

His mother and father looked at each other for a moment, and together they said, "You." Gordo took a moment to comprehend the situation. Seconds later, he did the only thing he could, he ran. He ran far away. He didn't want Lizzie to know, to feel sorry for him. He didn't want anyone to feel sorry for him. So he just ran. Pretended he had a destination. Hours later, after he'd returned, his mother had a talk with him. She'd babbled on about how it was for the good of him, not because of him, but Gordo knew it was a lie. He'd seen their faces. He knew the truth. So from that day forward, Gordo considered himself an official outsider. He didn't belong anywhere. His mother hated him, his father never spoke to him, and he was so screwed up emotionally, he knew his friends would eventually hate him too.

END FLASHBACK

That had been at the end of the summer before freshman year. His father had moved out, and everyone knew. What everyone didn't know however was the Gordo's life couldn't even have perfect dysfunction. His parent's divorce wasn't normal. Not many couples broke up because of their children. That was when Gordo stopped believing. That was when he decided the human race was really as screwed, as it seemed.

As much as he loved Lizzie, he didn't want to hurt her. He was too stubborn to go against something he firmly didn't believe in. Everyone expected them to be together. They were 'perfect.' Gordo knew he'd never let it be. Not till he was fixed. He didn't think the damage he, and his parents had done could ever be repaired. For the second time that day, David Gordon laid his head down and cried.

Minutes (that felt like hours) later, the phone rang. Gordo trudged over to pick it up, in case it was one of his mother's patients.

"Hullo?" Gordo asked sullenly.
"Gordo, it's Lizzie. Don't hang up please? Look, I know you hate me, and you're probably really pissed off, but I had to tell you." Gordo heard Lizzie take a deep breath. "I wanted to tell you, that I love you. I hate you, but I love you." Lizzie paused, and Gordo figured she wanted him to say something, but he didn't. He just let her continue on. She took the hint, "Well Gordo you did after all tell me that Ethan would be good for me. So, you have no right to be mad. I can see why you are, but you don't have the right. It's your own damn fault." Gordo had to stifle a giggle; Lizzie really wasn't good at this whole 'angry' business.

Gordo decided to interrupt. "You done McGuire?" He paused, already knowing the answer. "Well, I want to tell you that you're a little off on your timing. I may love you Lizzie McGuire, but the truth is you'll never really love me. This is one of those pity things. Believe me, I know. I've seen you break up with plenty of guys. This isn't what I want. If it isn't going to be true, and it obviously never is. I don't want it. I thought I did, but not like this. Don't get me wrong, I physically ache for you, but I want truth. Not lies okay?" Gordo listened intently.

"You're wrong Gordo. You may usually be right, but this isn't one of those times." With that, Gordo heard a dial tone. She'd hung up on him. He figured he sort of deserved it. Gordo hated what he was doing, but he knew it had to be done. He had to force Lizzie to be truthful about her love, and not just throw it around like it was any old word. He wanted her to feel what he felt every time she walked in the room. No matter what, Gordo was going to try and fix something in his life. He was going to do it, even if he had to push Lizzie away to get it.

A/N: Eh! Okay, so maybe it's really bad. Leave me a review, lemme know. BTW, I'm not really as depressed as this story makes me appear. I'm actually extremely bubbly and happy. I dunno, this one just sort of makes itself up as I go along. =p