Disclaimer: You know the drill...mine: my cat, my dog, this plot, the 6
dollars in my pocket. Not mine: lizzie mcguire, adam lamberg ( ( ), one
million dollars, or tom felton who plays Draco Malfoy...
A/N: Hey everyone, it's been a while, huh? Sorry about the delay, my computer kinda crapped out on me, and Microsoft wouldn't open, so I couldn't even upload the stupid chapter. Fun, huh?
Oh, and a little note to some reviews, no offense to your opinion, but Lizzie is definitely not a slut. You can think what you want, but kissing someone does not entitle him or her as a slut. Or would you rather her be the class spinster and have her turn into a nun...didn't think so. Besides those reviews, they all have been great, and thank you everyone!! Now, without any more delay, I give you part two!
Hands, Lips, and Kiss Part Two
Lizzie opened her eyes, interlocked with Adam. She didn't see Adam. Focusing on his blue gray eyes, running her hands through his dark curly hair, she was with Gordo. Slowly, and painfully, Gordo faded away, and she found Adam staring back at her. Her heart plunged, and she felt a nerve of disgust pain in her stomach.
"Are you alright?" Adam asked her, his eyes staring oddly into hers. Lizzie ran a hand through her hair, and cleared her throat.
"I shouldn't have done that," she said, standing up, grabbing her hoodie, and walking out. "Oh, my, gosh," Lizzie said to herself.
Her head was reeling with the disbelief of her actions. She made out with a stranger in an elevator. While she had a boyfriend. "I cheated on my boyfriend, I cheated on Will," she thought. She began walking faster, in attempt to leave what happened in the past, in the past. Getting closer to her destination, the main entrance, she found someone sulking. As Lizzie crept closer, she thought she heard quiet sobs. Illuminated by the thunder outside, Lizzie saw the unmistakable profile. One thing she couldn't get over stopped herself from walking over to them. Why was Gordo crying?
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Gordo walked away from the elevator, his heart tearing into pieces. He had just found Lizzie and that guy, a guy she didn't even know, or at least he didn't think she knew him, mauling each other in the elevator. Gordo realized, he knew nothing about Lizzie anymore. She was just a person. That he knew in his past. That he loved in his past. He began to wonder whether or not he still loved her...
Flashback: SECOND GRADE
Gordo, POV
I looked over at Lizzie, my best friend Lizzie, who was holding hands with Justin Lane. I don't know why, but I don't feel like having my snack today...
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Flashback, SIXTH GRADE
Gordo, POV
I sat and looked at the tape I had filmed earlier today. Lizzie's face was glowing with radiance. I can't believe she said yes to go to the Valentines dance with me. I think I might die of a heart attack. I would do anything to be with her. Not thinking anything of it, I pulled the Altoids box out of my backpack, and opened it to find so many pictures of Lizzie. My heart just flopped, I can't believe I love a girl like Lizzie. My best friend.
End flashback
Gordo leaned back. A lump formed in his throat, and he tried to swallow it. Opening the zipper of his back, he pulled out the old, rusted Altoids box. Opening it, were the bent and tattered pictures of Lizzie. Including his favorite, where she was blowing a kiss to the camera. The lump came back, and before he could do anything about it, he leaned against the wall and began to sob quietly. He lost her. He had lost Lizzie before he knew he had her.
"Of only," he thought. "If only I hadn't of been an idiot and yelled at her," the thought. Then he remembered the kiss. About a month ago, they had shared a kiss, the best kiss he had ever experienced. Not that he had experienced many, but he sure didn't feel love struck when he had kissed Brooke Baker.
He wiped a tear off his cheek, just in time to feel a light hand on his shoulder. He turned around to see Lizzie illuminated by the light of the doors, standing in front of him, a look of deep concern in her eyes.
"Gordo? Are you OK?" Lizzie asked. He looked at her, and shifted his weight to one foot, and then to the other.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, avoiding the question. Lizzie looked at him, and she cocked her head. Apparently, she knew him better than he remembered. She knew his flaws, and she must have remembered them.
"Why are you changing the topic?" she asked him. He looked at her, and his eyes dropped to the floor. When he looked back up, her eyes were still there. She looked distraught. She looked like she had just been to hell and back.
But he didn't care anymore. She was probably too busy of thinking what to write to that kid and how many hearts she should draw around his name in a love note.
"There's nothing important going on, OK?" he said, a little anxious to drop the subject. He could feel the tears drying, leaving tearstains, which he wanted to get rid of so badly.
"OK..." she said skeptically. She leaned her back against the same wall as Gordo, and sighed heavily.
He looked at her and wondered if he should as what was wrong. Gathering the backbone, he asked her. "You don't look too peachy. What's up?" She looked at him, closing her eyes sadly, and opening them again.
She sighed before answering. "Can I ask you something, Gordo?"
"Well you just did. But yeah," he said. She looked at him lazily, a small smile spread across her lips.
"This is just a what if scenario, but, uh. OK. Say you had boyfriend who- -", Gordo cleared his throat. She smiled at him, "A girlfriend. OK, you have a girlfriend who you like, but it's kind of sketchy. They are, uh...surprising you by things they've been doing. But then there's something you did. That you regret. And you want to tell the person. But the person will, uh, react. What would you do?"
Gordo brought his hand up to his face, and began stroking his chin like he always did when he was seriously thinking about something. He knew she was talking about telling Will about making out with that guy.
"Um, I think I would be honest with the person. You know, tell them about the thing I did that I regret," he said. She looked at him and did what he referred to as 'the lip'. 'The lip' was when Lizzie or Miranda bit their lower lip when they were thinking of something. It was the thing they did when they were seriously thinking about something.
"But, if you tell your girlfriend, you might have to deal with some consequences," she said slowly and cautiously. Now Gordo was concerned. Consequences? What kind of consequences?
"Lizzie, what do you mean 'consequences'?" Gordo asked Lizzie. Her eyes lit up and she bit her lip again in her nervousness. She was reminding him as a deer frozen in headlights.
"U-uh...I- I don't know. They might react. Or be, I dunno, controlling?" Lizzie said just above a whisper.
"Lizzie, has Will been hitting you?"
A/N: Hey everyone, it's been a while, huh? Sorry about the delay, my computer kinda crapped out on me, and Microsoft wouldn't open, so I couldn't even upload the stupid chapter. Fun, huh?
Oh, and a little note to some reviews, no offense to your opinion, but Lizzie is definitely not a slut. You can think what you want, but kissing someone does not entitle him or her as a slut. Or would you rather her be the class spinster and have her turn into a nun...didn't think so. Besides those reviews, they all have been great, and thank you everyone!! Now, without any more delay, I give you part two!
Hands, Lips, and Kiss Part Two
Lizzie opened her eyes, interlocked with Adam. She didn't see Adam. Focusing on his blue gray eyes, running her hands through his dark curly hair, she was with Gordo. Slowly, and painfully, Gordo faded away, and she found Adam staring back at her. Her heart plunged, and she felt a nerve of disgust pain in her stomach.
"Are you alright?" Adam asked her, his eyes staring oddly into hers. Lizzie ran a hand through her hair, and cleared her throat.
"I shouldn't have done that," she said, standing up, grabbing her hoodie, and walking out. "Oh, my, gosh," Lizzie said to herself.
Her head was reeling with the disbelief of her actions. She made out with a stranger in an elevator. While she had a boyfriend. "I cheated on my boyfriend, I cheated on Will," she thought. She began walking faster, in attempt to leave what happened in the past, in the past. Getting closer to her destination, the main entrance, she found someone sulking. As Lizzie crept closer, she thought she heard quiet sobs. Illuminated by the thunder outside, Lizzie saw the unmistakable profile. One thing she couldn't get over stopped herself from walking over to them. Why was Gordo crying?
- - - - -
Gordo walked away from the elevator, his heart tearing into pieces. He had just found Lizzie and that guy, a guy she didn't even know, or at least he didn't think she knew him, mauling each other in the elevator. Gordo realized, he knew nothing about Lizzie anymore. She was just a person. That he knew in his past. That he loved in his past. He began to wonder whether or not he still loved her...
Flashback: SECOND GRADE
Gordo, POV
I looked over at Lizzie, my best friend Lizzie, who was holding hands with Justin Lane. I don't know why, but I don't feel like having my snack today...
- - - - -
Flashback, SIXTH GRADE
Gordo, POV
I sat and looked at the tape I had filmed earlier today. Lizzie's face was glowing with radiance. I can't believe she said yes to go to the Valentines dance with me. I think I might die of a heart attack. I would do anything to be with her. Not thinking anything of it, I pulled the Altoids box out of my backpack, and opened it to find so many pictures of Lizzie. My heart just flopped, I can't believe I love a girl like Lizzie. My best friend.
End flashback
Gordo leaned back. A lump formed in his throat, and he tried to swallow it. Opening the zipper of his back, he pulled out the old, rusted Altoids box. Opening it, were the bent and tattered pictures of Lizzie. Including his favorite, where she was blowing a kiss to the camera. The lump came back, and before he could do anything about it, he leaned against the wall and began to sob quietly. He lost her. He had lost Lizzie before he knew he had her.
"Of only," he thought. "If only I hadn't of been an idiot and yelled at her," the thought. Then he remembered the kiss. About a month ago, they had shared a kiss, the best kiss he had ever experienced. Not that he had experienced many, but he sure didn't feel love struck when he had kissed Brooke Baker.
He wiped a tear off his cheek, just in time to feel a light hand on his shoulder. He turned around to see Lizzie illuminated by the light of the doors, standing in front of him, a look of deep concern in her eyes.
"Gordo? Are you OK?" Lizzie asked. He looked at her, and shifted his weight to one foot, and then to the other.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, avoiding the question. Lizzie looked at him, and she cocked her head. Apparently, she knew him better than he remembered. She knew his flaws, and she must have remembered them.
"Why are you changing the topic?" she asked him. He looked at her, and his eyes dropped to the floor. When he looked back up, her eyes were still there. She looked distraught. She looked like she had just been to hell and back.
But he didn't care anymore. She was probably too busy of thinking what to write to that kid and how many hearts she should draw around his name in a love note.
"There's nothing important going on, OK?" he said, a little anxious to drop the subject. He could feel the tears drying, leaving tearstains, which he wanted to get rid of so badly.
"OK..." she said skeptically. She leaned her back against the same wall as Gordo, and sighed heavily.
He looked at her and wondered if he should as what was wrong. Gathering the backbone, he asked her. "You don't look too peachy. What's up?" She looked at him, closing her eyes sadly, and opening them again.
She sighed before answering. "Can I ask you something, Gordo?"
"Well you just did. But yeah," he said. She looked at him lazily, a small smile spread across her lips.
"This is just a what if scenario, but, uh. OK. Say you had boyfriend who- -", Gordo cleared his throat. She smiled at him, "A girlfriend. OK, you have a girlfriend who you like, but it's kind of sketchy. They are, uh...surprising you by things they've been doing. But then there's something you did. That you regret. And you want to tell the person. But the person will, uh, react. What would you do?"
Gordo brought his hand up to his face, and began stroking his chin like he always did when he was seriously thinking about something. He knew she was talking about telling Will about making out with that guy.
"Um, I think I would be honest with the person. You know, tell them about the thing I did that I regret," he said. She looked at him and did what he referred to as 'the lip'. 'The lip' was when Lizzie or Miranda bit their lower lip when they were thinking of something. It was the thing they did when they were seriously thinking about something.
"But, if you tell your girlfriend, you might have to deal with some consequences," she said slowly and cautiously. Now Gordo was concerned. Consequences? What kind of consequences?
"Lizzie, what do you mean 'consequences'?" Gordo asked Lizzie. Her eyes lit up and she bit her lip again in her nervousness. She was reminding him as a deer frozen in headlights.
"U-uh...I- I don't know. They might react. Or be, I dunno, controlling?" Lizzie said just above a whisper.
"Lizzie, has Will been hitting you?"
