Chapter 9: You and Only

A/N: =*(. Only 4 reviews. Very encouraging, though. I have no idea what this chapter is gonna end up like, it's totally random. No ideas whatsoever.

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Gordo's POV

I waited for her answer, but she was dead silent. "So?" I asked again. "*Did* you get your memory back?"

She looked at the floor, flushing dark crimson, and moved her head in a way that was a combination of a yes and a no. "Maybe." She finally stuttered out.

Maybe? What kind of answer was that?

I decided to be patient with her. "What do you mean, 'maybe'?" I asked, hoping that... actually, I wasn't sure *what* I was hoping for.

"It's just that..." She shook her head. "...'maybe' because, well, I don't remember you being so... awfully cute."

I rolled my eyes and sighed. Great. Lizzie had lied to me. She got her memory back, and hadn't even told me. She had said that...

Wait.

*What* did she say!?

"What?" I gasped.

She leaned over and kissed my cheek. "You heard me."

I stroked the place where she had just kissed me and whispered in awe. "When?"

"Yesterday."

"When yesterday?"

"When we... uh... kissed." She covered her face with her hands as if she were trying to hide her embarrassment.

I turned red as a beet and got up. "I gotta go." I said, rushing out.

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Lizzie's POV

I sighed heavily and set the phone in it's cradle for the eight millionth time. I had called Gordo so many times, but he wasn't picking up. I knew that it was embarrassing, but it wasn't so bad that he had to avoid me for the rest of my life.

I mean, after we kissed, he hadn't stormed away, humiliated. He had sat there. But when I merely brought up the subject, he was just... gone.

Did it have to do with me?

I mean, the 'amnesia me' didn't discomfort him, but the 'old me' did. Maybe it was because he knew the old me too long and thought it was incredibly awkward to kiss me... Whatever the reason, it led up to one thing.

He hated me.

I dialed his number once again, and he didn't pick up. The answering machine came on. 'Might as well', I thought.

"Hey, this is me, Lizzie. Not Eliza or whatever. Gordo, why won't you talk to me? I know you're there and listening to this, so don't act like you can't hear me. I'm sorry about kissing you the other day, and if you want, I can forget about it. We can pretend it never happened if that makes you feel better-Gordo, just *please* pick up the phone. I want things to be the same again..."

'Calm down, McGuire'. I scolded myself. 'Or else you're gonna tell him you love him and he'll get freaky on you.'

"Okay, that's all I wanted to say."

I was about to hang up when a tired voice said-

"Lizzie, listen to me."

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Gordo's POV

"I wasn't thinking when I ran out on you today. Sorry. I just got so nervous that I totally clammed up. And Lizzie, I... really.... well, there's no easy way to say this, but..." I gulped. This was harder than I'd thought.

"You like me?" She offered.

"Yeah. That." I whispered.

"Well, I know that already. But you know, I, uh... think I..." She took a deep breath. "I *know*... I like you too. And not just a little. A lot. A whole lot. I think of you as the thing that's holding me up, keeping me alive. I-"

"Shhh." I said.

Oh.

My.

God.

She liked me! Lizzie McGuire really liked me! Not her 'amnesia her' but her in the real flesh! She liked me a lot. She depended on me! This couldn't be happening! This was unreal!

"So, uh, Gordo, would you mind if I came over?" She asked.

"WOULD I MIND? Lizzie, you're welcome at my house anytime. Get over here! We need to talk, person-to-person."

"Boy-to-girl."

"Gordo-to-Lizzie."

"I'll be right there."

A/N: This chapter is sorta useless, but I loved writing it, and that's all that counts, right? It doesn't matter if you guys like it or not. It's that I enjoyed it. xoxo, PersonY2K.