Disclaimer: I don't own Lizzie.




A/N: Eh…I've noticed I've been a little slow on the whole updating process for this story, and I'm pretty sure that I've gained entry onto many of my readers' hit lists…but…here's a new yet sucky chapter…can I please not be killed? Lol…[laughs nervously and ducks at tomatoes fly at her]…hey! I don't even LIKE tomatoes!!




Secrets Revealed




"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.




Lizzie looked at Gordo intently, waiting for his response. Sweat beads formed at his hairline, threatening to drop.




His eyes darted around her room, looking for an escape route. He felt hopeless, weak even. What had happened to truth, to honesty? The room started to get a tad bit hotter, and the walls began to close in on him.




"Well?" Lizzie asked, her eyes set on him, looking very determined. Gordo never noticed how small Lizzie's room had really been…




Her hands were set on her hips, and her eyebrows were lowered in a depressing manner, and her lips slid themselves into an irresistible pout.




Just as Gordo was about to open his mouth, make up some full-blown lie, Lizzie's father burst through the door. Thank god for that man.




"Sorry for interrupting, but, Gordo, Jo wants to know if you'll be staying for dinner tonight?" the quirky man with glasses asked. Gordo shot a look between Mr. McGuire and Lizzie.




"Uh, no, thanks. I was actually just leaving…bye, Lizzie," he said, as he brushed past Mr. McGuire and out the door. Mr. McGuire shrugged and left the room.




"Well, that was polite," Lizzie huffed, as she softly sat on her bed.






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After that, Lizzie sat in her dinning room eating dinner with her family, her brother Matt mysteriously gone. Her parents kept giving her looks, those looks. The looks parents give you when they think they know something juicy.




All Lizzie wished is that the looks would stop. Sighing, she pushed her food lifelessly around her plate with her fork. Beef stew wasn't exactly her favorite. Sighing once again, she dropped her fork on the edge of her plate and took a short sip of her ice water.




"Lizzie, honey, is anything wrong?" her mother asked, concern written on her face. Lizzie looked up and forced a bittersweet smile.




"No, I'm fine. May I be excused?" she asked, looking at her parents, whose looks wouldn't cease.




"Yeah, OK," her father said, eyeing her more intensely. Rushing quickly upstairs, she closed herself into her room. Leaning against the door, she let out a scream of frustration. Why was Gordo ignoring her? Wasn't he the one who 'wanted' their relationship to actually work? It made the whole ordeal so much more confusing.




"I hate this," she muttered, as she walked over to her dresser and pulled open her pajama drawer. Pulling out Abercrombie shorts and a pink tank top, she quickly changed, and put her hair up into a ponytail.




Turning her sound soother on and closing her door, she opened her window. Hopefully her parents would think she went to bed. Crawling out of the window, she took her favorite book, 'The Perks of being a Wallflower', and sat on her roof beneath the beautiful, twinkling stars.




As she read a couple of pages, she rested her spot on her knee and lay down, staring at the sky. She thought about the main character of the story, and about his problems with life.




"I feel you, Charlie. I feel you," she said to the inanimate book character. Looking back up to the stars, she felt warmth and security. When she was younger, she used to climb out her window and stargaze when there was something bothering her. She hadn't done it in years - she thought herself too old for such 'childish therapeutic remedies'. But that night, she had felt something within her, something she hadn't felt in years. The desire to be alone.




That night it seemed like nothing would ever go her way. She had Gordo, she had him finally, but then he walked away, for some unknown reason. But in the back of her mind, she knew something was wrong. Something had happened with Julia. Something Gordo obviously didn't feel like sharing with her.




And for Gordo not to want to tell her, it had to be big. But, what on earth could Gordo have done that he would be willing to hide from her, after they had promised no lies…?