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A/N: Whoa, this has been A LONG time since I last updated. This chap. mite not be too long, but oh well. It only has to do with Lizzie and Gordo. But next chapter...dun dun dun! Secrets revealed...
The Talk
Lizzie glanced around her room nervously, and then back at Gordo. Her heart skipped a beat. A long one too. 'Why the heck am I so nervous?' she asked herself, as a long awkward pause went by.
"So, what do you want to talk about?" Lizzie asked. 'Stupid question,' she thought. Gordo looked at her, as serious as ever.
"I really want this to work, Liz," he said, looking at his feet. His curls sprung out of place, as his head moved back up, to stare back at Lizzie. Her stomach flopped around uncomfortably.
"Me too, Gordo. Me too," she said, looking at him. She pretended to scratch her arm, although it just made her seem more awkward. That made Gordo smile. But the smile dropped soon. 'Not good...' Lizzie thought, her senses becoming more alert.
"I really need to know where I stand. You know, compared with that guy, and Will."
Lizzie's heart took a sky dive, and fell flat onto sharp jagged rocks. What, did he not trust her? Either that or did he have heavily impaired hearing, because she was sure that everything she said that afternoon was perfectly true.
"You know about all that Gordo," Lizzie said, her voice losing intensity. He looked at her, no smile.
"Lizzie, answer my question," Gordo said, very seriously. He didn't even have the utt-most look of happiness on his face.
"With Will, well, that was kind of, getting you back or whatever. You know, regaining my strength and dignity after the whole mall thing," Lizzie said. She looked at Gordo, who looked like he was feeling guilty. He was opening his mouth to say something, most likely his apologies, but Lizzie cut him off. "I know, Gordo. I know. I need to say this now though. And with Adam, that was seriously a moment of weakness. I am horrified of elevators, and I couldn't bear to be in there, not with someone I didn't trust. So I thought of you, someone I trust with all my heart, even though I knew you were mad at me. So, while he was talking, I heard you talking, you comforting me. So when I was kissing Adam, it actually felt like I was kissing you. I know, it sounds crazy, but you have to believe me, Gordo."
Lizzie stared at Gordo longingly as he nodded his head, and as he stroked his chin. He heart was pummeling into the ground, she was so anxious for him to say something. Anything at all, because the silence was like a dagger to the heart for her.
"I believe you. Because I know you, and I know that I can trust you, and that makes me believe everything you just said was true. Plus, I want to believe you, so badly," Gordo said, his voice somewhat cracking, sounding like a pre-pubescent boy. But how come it was moments like those, where she knew a 'but' was coming along. "But," he said, as Lizzie's heart ricocheted of a wall and shot into the blender. "But, I'm worried about some things."
Lizzie wringed her hands together. This couldn't be good, under no circumstances could this be good. "Um...what kinds of things?" Lizzie asked. She was hoping they weren't over before they had even begun.
"What if something happens, something that you're ashamed or afraid to tell me? What are we going to do about that type of stuff? Because right now, the way I feel about you, is supported mostly on trust, and I don't know what would happen if that would be broken."
"Gordo, we don't have to worry about that, I mean, I can tell you everything. Can't you?"
"It seems that way now," he said, trailing off a little.
"What, do you mean by that? Do you think I'm dishonest?" Lizzie asked quietly, not wanting an answer. Gordo looked at her, his eyes empty.
"No, never would I say that. What I meant was what if something happens that you want to tell me, but can't get the words to say, and you put it off, and you never tell me, and I find it out some other way."
"What, are you making me the bad guy now? You always have to be the victim?" Lizzie asked, her temper rising slightly. Was she imperfect this year, or what?
"I didn't mean it like that," he said slowly, through clenched teeth. Lizzie nodded. "I meant, on both of our cases, what would happen if that did happen? Knowing me, I'd blow it out of proportion, and you'd get upset, and it would be a huge mess. I want to know if I can trust you to come to me, with anything."
Lizzie nodded. "Gordo, you can trust me."
"So I can trust you, we can trust each other. With everything?" he asked. She nodded. Then a light bulb went off in her brain. Set back to the day of Ethan's party. Her heart sped up, and she was feeling nauseous.
"Gordo?" she asked. He looked up. "You know how you said we should tell each other everything?"
"Yeah..."
"Well, this has kind of been bothering me for a while, but remember back to Ethan's party? You told me something like, "Julia wouldn't do that to me after all we've been through." Uh, what did you mean by that?"
Gordo's heart sped up, and lurched uncomfortably forward. Hell would freeze over before he could tell her that.
A/N: Review for Julia!!! puppy dog eyes please?
A/N: Whoa, this has been A LONG time since I last updated. This chap. mite not be too long, but oh well. It only has to do with Lizzie and Gordo. But next chapter...dun dun dun! Secrets revealed...
The Talk
Lizzie glanced around her room nervously, and then back at Gordo. Her heart skipped a beat. A long one too. 'Why the heck am I so nervous?' she asked herself, as a long awkward pause went by.
"So, what do you want to talk about?" Lizzie asked. 'Stupid question,' she thought. Gordo looked at her, as serious as ever.
"I really want this to work, Liz," he said, looking at his feet. His curls sprung out of place, as his head moved back up, to stare back at Lizzie. Her stomach flopped around uncomfortably.
"Me too, Gordo. Me too," she said, looking at him. She pretended to scratch her arm, although it just made her seem more awkward. That made Gordo smile. But the smile dropped soon. 'Not good...' Lizzie thought, her senses becoming more alert.
"I really need to know where I stand. You know, compared with that guy, and Will."
Lizzie's heart took a sky dive, and fell flat onto sharp jagged rocks. What, did he not trust her? Either that or did he have heavily impaired hearing, because she was sure that everything she said that afternoon was perfectly true.
"You know about all that Gordo," Lizzie said, her voice losing intensity. He looked at her, no smile.
"Lizzie, answer my question," Gordo said, very seriously. He didn't even have the utt-most look of happiness on his face.
"With Will, well, that was kind of, getting you back or whatever. You know, regaining my strength and dignity after the whole mall thing," Lizzie said. She looked at Gordo, who looked like he was feeling guilty. He was opening his mouth to say something, most likely his apologies, but Lizzie cut him off. "I know, Gordo. I know. I need to say this now though. And with Adam, that was seriously a moment of weakness. I am horrified of elevators, and I couldn't bear to be in there, not with someone I didn't trust. So I thought of you, someone I trust with all my heart, even though I knew you were mad at me. So, while he was talking, I heard you talking, you comforting me. So when I was kissing Adam, it actually felt like I was kissing you. I know, it sounds crazy, but you have to believe me, Gordo."
Lizzie stared at Gordo longingly as he nodded his head, and as he stroked his chin. He heart was pummeling into the ground, she was so anxious for him to say something. Anything at all, because the silence was like a dagger to the heart for her.
"I believe you. Because I know you, and I know that I can trust you, and that makes me believe everything you just said was true. Plus, I want to believe you, so badly," Gordo said, his voice somewhat cracking, sounding like a pre-pubescent boy. But how come it was moments like those, where she knew a 'but' was coming along. "But," he said, as Lizzie's heart ricocheted of a wall and shot into the blender. "But, I'm worried about some things."
Lizzie wringed her hands together. This couldn't be good, under no circumstances could this be good. "Um...what kinds of things?" Lizzie asked. She was hoping they weren't over before they had even begun.
"What if something happens, something that you're ashamed or afraid to tell me? What are we going to do about that type of stuff? Because right now, the way I feel about you, is supported mostly on trust, and I don't know what would happen if that would be broken."
"Gordo, we don't have to worry about that, I mean, I can tell you everything. Can't you?"
"It seems that way now," he said, trailing off a little.
"What, do you mean by that? Do you think I'm dishonest?" Lizzie asked quietly, not wanting an answer. Gordo looked at her, his eyes empty.
"No, never would I say that. What I meant was what if something happens that you want to tell me, but can't get the words to say, and you put it off, and you never tell me, and I find it out some other way."
"What, are you making me the bad guy now? You always have to be the victim?" Lizzie asked, her temper rising slightly. Was she imperfect this year, or what?
"I didn't mean it like that," he said slowly, through clenched teeth. Lizzie nodded. "I meant, on both of our cases, what would happen if that did happen? Knowing me, I'd blow it out of proportion, and you'd get upset, and it would be a huge mess. I want to know if I can trust you to come to me, with anything."
Lizzie nodded. "Gordo, you can trust me."
"So I can trust you, we can trust each other. With everything?" he asked. She nodded. Then a light bulb went off in her brain. Set back to the day of Ethan's party. Her heart sped up, and she was feeling nauseous.
"Gordo?" she asked. He looked up. "You know how you said we should tell each other everything?"
"Yeah..."
"Well, this has kind of been bothering me for a while, but remember back to Ethan's party? You told me something like, "Julia wouldn't do that to me after all we've been through." Uh, what did you mean by that?"
Gordo's heart sped up, and lurched uncomfortably forward. Hell would freeze over before he could tell her that.
A/N: Review for Julia!!! puppy dog eyes please?
