Chapter 8: Slipup

Lizzie's POV

"Hey, Gordie? Are you awake?" I asked sweetly into my receiver half a week later.

"Yes, Liz, I'm awake." I heard a yawn from the other side of the phone line. Awwww, he was so cute! "What's with Gordie?"

"Good morning to you, too."

I heard a sigh. " 'Morning."

"Can I ask you something?" I smiled as I buried my head in a pillow.

"Sure, anything."

"Do you like me now, or me before?"

He sighed again. "Don't ask me that. I like you both ways."

I giggled.

He was so buying it! I couldn't believe that he thought that I still had amnesia! It was all part of my plan. I mean, if I had told him that I had gotten my memory back the day he kissed me, our relationship as 'more than friends' would be ruined. But now that he thought I still had amnesia, he thought I was the same girl he kissed that day, the girl who asked him if he'd be her boyfriend. So this way, everyone wins. I get Gordo, Gordo doesn't know it's really me.

"Oh, come on. I much more exciting than 'old Lizzie', aren't I?" I said, almost laughing.

"Actually, Liz, don't be offended or anything, but, uh... I had a crush on you before. I think I liked you before better."

My mouth dropped open. What??????? He had a CRUSH on me? He really *did* like me back?

"So, you mean, we're not boyfriend-girlfriend anymore?" I said in a fake sad tone. "You obviously like her better."

"No, I like you too." He sighed heavily. "A lot."

"But that's like you're two-timing the old me."

"It's the same person, Lizzie!"

I giggled. I loved flirting with him. Seeing him frustrated was so funny. "Okay, but I don't know if I want to go out with a guy who's two-timing me..." I joked.

He chuckled. "See you at the Digital Bean at five, Lizzie."

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Gordo's POV

Who *did* I like better?

The question was burned in my brain. I knew that technically, it was the same person, but they were still different.

I knew I liked old Lizzie better, but new Lizzie had made my dreams, my fantasies come true. She was my girlfriend. Now I could walk up to everyone in America and say, "Look, Lizzie McGuire's mine!"

The matter was very confusing, so I figured that I didn't want to deal with it.

Lizzie was late, but that was just typical Lizzie. You say five, she gets there five thirty. But I was really thrilled, because the only reason Lizzie comes late is because she's always trying to make herself look 'pretty'.

This time, she was doing it for me.

"Hey, Gordo." I heard her approach the table. "Is this spot taken?"

"Help yourself."

She sat down, and started to giggle.

"What?" I asked. Was there something wrong with me?

"Nothing. I'm just...nervous."

"Of what?"

"Not of you, that's for sure."

"Eliza!" I exclaimed.

"What did you just call me?"

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Lizzie's POV 'Oh, you dope! That's what you like to be called.' I thought. I had messed up big time. Now he was going to figure it all out.

"Eliza... you know, your name?"

Yuck. Eliza did *not* sound right for a person like me.

"Oh, duh! My name! Yeah... I'm so stupid!" I slapped my forehead.

Gordo looked at me strangely, and then grinned. "You aren't Eliza, are you?"