Chapter 7: Mesmerized
A/N: You will LOVE this chapter! I promise! If you are unsatisfied, tell me, but I doubt it's gonna happen.
Gordo's POV
"This is the best movie ever! I could watch it a million times and never get tired of it!" Lizzie exclaimed one Friday night. "Thanks, Gordo."
"Too bad Miranda isn't here to squeal with you." I rolled my eyes. "So don't expect me to do it."
She popped in the 'Maid In Manhattan' VHS I had rented for both of us to watch. When the movie started, she started squealing, and I sighed heavily. But really, I was very glad to have to the old Lizzie back.
Well, the kind of old Lizzie.
Lizzie still had some of those 'Eliza' perks left in her, but basically she was almost the same. But it didn't feel the same around her. My knees no longer felt like Jell-O around her. I never had the urge to kiss her anymore. It was all because I knew this was a fake Lizzie, trying to be the old Lizzie. She made a great friend, but... something was missing.
Something big.
For the next two hours, I sat on the couch, plopped next to Lizzie, not doing much of anything.
And right near the end, I saw a tear spark her eye. 'Oh no,' I thought. 'The 'how beautiful' speech'.
"Oh, Gordo." She sighed, with tears dripping down her face. "Why can't I have someone like that?"
"Yeah, it was grea-" I stopped reciting my regular speech. Wait a minute. This wasn't her normal reaction to a movie. Usually it was:
"Awwww. That was soooooo adorable."
"Yeah, it was great."
"This is the greatest movie!"
"Yup."
"We have to see it again!"
"Sure."
So where did this remark come from?
"What?"
"She found the perfect guy in the end. A guy who loves her, a guy who has humor, a guy who's just... crazy about her. The perfect guy. Why can't I have someone who is so full-out insane about me? Someone that'll just hold me in his arms. Is there something wrong with me?"
Fat tears rolled down her cheeks and she buried her head into my shoulder. I felt so sorry for her. She seemed so helpless.
I stroked her hair and shushed her. "Lizzie, there's nothing wrong with you. In fact, you're perfect. I don't understand why any guy would pass you up. A guy should be lucky that Lizzie McGuire is looking at them. I guess all those guys are idiots. Look, one day a guy will come into your life, and he'll be better than all of those dirks combined."
Whoa. What had I just said? I was doing a combination of two things, telling her how much I liked her, and making her feel better. I hoped she'd only caught the 'feel better' part.
She stopped crying and looked up at me. "You know, you're absolutely right." She whispered.
"Aren't I always?" I joked.
She laughed softly, which caused me to become weak at the knees. "I think that guy has already found me."
Okay, she was really creeping me out now. "Who?" I whispered.
She slipped her hand into mine, and I began to tremble. What was she doing?
"You know..."
She started to lean in on me, I think. I couldn't tell, though, since I had shut my eyes, and grew so nervous that my teeth were chattering as I leaned in on her. What in the world was I thinking? I was insane. Was I really...
And then our lips met.
***
Lizzie's POV
It all came flooding back. Gordo, Miranda... my life. My memories.
My feelings for him.
It didn't occur to me that I was kissing Gordo until a lock of his springy hair hit me on the cheek. Oh, how I loved his hair, always so wild, so messy, I just wanted ot run my hand through it...
WAIT A MINUTE.
Was.
I.
KISSING.
Gordo?
I gasped and pulled back.
"Oh, god. I'm sorry! I didn't mean to. I-I... um..." Gordo flushed dark red and I felt my face get hot. I looked away.
"You can slap me now if you want to, you really can. I don't know what I was thinking!" He bit his lip and looked at the floor. "I didn't mean it. I want you to get your memory back, that's all..."
And then I remembered.
I had amnesia.
Or at least, I was supposed to.
Wait a second...
Ooh, was I gonna have fun with this!
A/N: You get it? Get what she's gonna do? You like? Don't like? Review and tell me!
A/N: You will LOVE this chapter! I promise! If you are unsatisfied, tell me, but I doubt it's gonna happen.
Gordo's POV
"This is the best movie ever! I could watch it a million times and never get tired of it!" Lizzie exclaimed one Friday night. "Thanks, Gordo."
"Too bad Miranda isn't here to squeal with you." I rolled my eyes. "So don't expect me to do it."
She popped in the 'Maid In Manhattan' VHS I had rented for both of us to watch. When the movie started, she started squealing, and I sighed heavily. But really, I was very glad to have to the old Lizzie back.
Well, the kind of old Lizzie.
Lizzie still had some of those 'Eliza' perks left in her, but basically she was almost the same. But it didn't feel the same around her. My knees no longer felt like Jell-O around her. I never had the urge to kiss her anymore. It was all because I knew this was a fake Lizzie, trying to be the old Lizzie. She made a great friend, but... something was missing.
Something big.
For the next two hours, I sat on the couch, plopped next to Lizzie, not doing much of anything.
And right near the end, I saw a tear spark her eye. 'Oh no,' I thought. 'The 'how beautiful' speech'.
"Oh, Gordo." She sighed, with tears dripping down her face. "Why can't I have someone like that?"
"Yeah, it was grea-" I stopped reciting my regular speech. Wait a minute. This wasn't her normal reaction to a movie. Usually it was:
"Awwww. That was soooooo adorable."
"Yeah, it was great."
"This is the greatest movie!"
"Yup."
"We have to see it again!"
"Sure."
So where did this remark come from?
"What?"
"She found the perfect guy in the end. A guy who loves her, a guy who has humor, a guy who's just... crazy about her. The perfect guy. Why can't I have someone who is so full-out insane about me? Someone that'll just hold me in his arms. Is there something wrong with me?"
Fat tears rolled down her cheeks and she buried her head into my shoulder. I felt so sorry for her. She seemed so helpless.
I stroked her hair and shushed her. "Lizzie, there's nothing wrong with you. In fact, you're perfect. I don't understand why any guy would pass you up. A guy should be lucky that Lizzie McGuire is looking at them. I guess all those guys are idiots. Look, one day a guy will come into your life, and he'll be better than all of those dirks combined."
Whoa. What had I just said? I was doing a combination of two things, telling her how much I liked her, and making her feel better. I hoped she'd only caught the 'feel better' part.
She stopped crying and looked up at me. "You know, you're absolutely right." She whispered.
"Aren't I always?" I joked.
She laughed softly, which caused me to become weak at the knees. "I think that guy has already found me."
Okay, she was really creeping me out now. "Who?" I whispered.
She slipped her hand into mine, and I began to tremble. What was she doing?
"You know..."
She started to lean in on me, I think. I couldn't tell, though, since I had shut my eyes, and grew so nervous that my teeth were chattering as I leaned in on her. What in the world was I thinking? I was insane. Was I really...
And then our lips met.
***
Lizzie's POV
It all came flooding back. Gordo, Miranda... my life. My memories.
My feelings for him.
It didn't occur to me that I was kissing Gordo until a lock of his springy hair hit me on the cheek. Oh, how I loved his hair, always so wild, so messy, I just wanted ot run my hand through it...
WAIT A MINUTE.
Was.
I.
KISSING.
Gordo?
I gasped and pulled back.
"Oh, god. I'm sorry! I didn't mean to. I-I... um..." Gordo flushed dark red and I felt my face get hot. I looked away.
"You can slap me now if you want to, you really can. I don't know what I was thinking!" He bit his lip and looked at the floor. "I didn't mean it. I want you to get your memory back, that's all..."
And then I remembered.
I had amnesia.
Or at least, I was supposed to.
Wait a second...
Ooh, was I gonna have fun with this!
A/N: You get it? Get what she's gonna do? You like? Don't like? Review and tell me!
