Disclaimer : I don't own Lizzie McGuire, Just my dreams of Hilary.
Well this is the third chapter. Thanks to the 2 people that have reviewed. Makes my writing worthwhile. I will keep the whole story in Gordo's POV. Since I'm a guy and I don't consider myself an expert on how girls think, and also since this is my first fanfic , I don't want to get ahead of myself. If you don't like it . I don't blame ya.
So please review if you find anything here that bothers the hell out of you.
Chapter 3 :
My heart pounded excitedly as I opened my car door for her. The trip to the movie theater was complete silence. I couldn't make out what was on my best friends mind, even though I knew her better than I knew myself. I had to try and break the ice.
"You look really beautiful tonight," I said.
" I always try to look nice for you, Gordo," she replied.
I thought to myself what that really meant. Could it be that she was actually showing some affection towards me.
"Thanks, I think," I muttered.
"So , what are we seeing? You haven't told me yet," she asked.
"Well, I thought we'd see this independent film called "Love", It's about two best friends that fall in love with each other and decide to get married, and the day before the wedding, one of them dies in a car accident."
Lizzie seemed to think it over in her head. She finally said, "It kind of sounds like us, the part about them being best friends." Her answer confused me even more. Maybe she did feel the same way I felt. Maybe, just maybe.
We finally arrived and I paid for both of us. This is something I've been doing for a while. I can't remember how it started, It just seemed right for me to pay every time we went out. She never said anything about it. Maybe she was just taking advantage of me. We sat down to wait for the movie to start.
I spoke first, "So have you decided what college you're going to?"
"I don't know, I just can't seem to make up my mind."
"Well, I know you'll make the right choice when the time comes," I replied.
"Thanks Gordo!"
I knew that I had to tell her then, before somebody would come and interrupt us.
Hopefully . . . . . . . . . . . . .
To be Continued . . . . . . . . .
I will try to finish the story in the next chapter, so you'll just have to wait till tomorrow. Please review , Thanks . . . . . .
Well this is the third chapter. Thanks to the 2 people that have reviewed. Makes my writing worthwhile. I will keep the whole story in Gordo's POV. Since I'm a guy and I don't consider myself an expert on how girls think, and also since this is my first fanfic , I don't want to get ahead of myself. If you don't like it . I don't blame ya.
So please review if you find anything here that bothers the hell out of you.
Chapter 3 :
My heart pounded excitedly as I opened my car door for her. The trip to the movie theater was complete silence. I couldn't make out what was on my best friends mind, even though I knew her better than I knew myself. I had to try and break the ice.
"You look really beautiful tonight," I said.
" I always try to look nice for you, Gordo," she replied.
I thought to myself what that really meant. Could it be that she was actually showing some affection towards me.
"Thanks, I think," I muttered.
"So , what are we seeing? You haven't told me yet," she asked.
"Well, I thought we'd see this independent film called "Love", It's about two best friends that fall in love with each other and decide to get married, and the day before the wedding, one of them dies in a car accident."
Lizzie seemed to think it over in her head. She finally said, "It kind of sounds like us, the part about them being best friends." Her answer confused me even more. Maybe she did feel the same way I felt. Maybe, just maybe.
We finally arrived and I paid for both of us. This is something I've been doing for a while. I can't remember how it started, It just seemed right for me to pay every time we went out. She never said anything about it. Maybe she was just taking advantage of me. We sat down to wait for the movie to start.
I spoke first, "So have you decided what college you're going to?"
"I don't know, I just can't seem to make up my mind."
"Well, I know you'll make the right choice when the time comes," I replied.
"Thanks Gordo!"
I knew that I had to tell her then, before somebody would come and interrupt us.
Hopefully . . . . . . . . . . . . .
To be Continued . . . . . . . . .
I will try to finish the story in the next chapter, so you'll just have to wait till tomorrow. Please review , Thanks . . . . . .
