DISCLAIMER: I don't own Lizzie McGuire, and I am damn glad too, because
then I would have to pay that little snot Hillary Duff a whole of money
that she doesn't deserve.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm back da-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na. WOW so that was like, what? 6 months? Jeez, I'm sorry to all of my devoted fans. I hope you forgive me. I mean I really don't have an excuse, its summer. Well, actually, I do, I've been busy doing a show all summer, but still. Anyway its like 6 AM and I just pulled an all night fan fiction session, so I figured I may as well update my old Lizzie fics, too. So, my darlings, I hope you didn't lose faith in me, because here is the next installment of my fabulous story. (GORDO'S POINT OF VIEW PEOPLE- GORDO'S POINT OF VIEW)
I let out a low gasp and watched silently as tears slipped down Miranda's tan face. The story she had told seemed unreal, like characters from a book playing out a horrible tale of violence and hurt. "Miranda... I'm so sorry, I never meant to, I was so drunk...I'm so sorry, baby, forgive me..." I wrapped my arms around her again, holding her close. This time she didn't fight back violently, but seemed to melt into my arms, still sobbing.
I carefully wiped away her tears, holding her close. How could I do this to myself? To Miranda? The girl I had loved for so long, and one drunken night I had ruined it all. I wished more than ever that I could turn back time and never have attended Lizzie's party. I hadn't even wanted to go, but Lizzie had convinced me, she said it would make me feel better, less stressed about my parents.
I should have known, I shouldn't have let myself come. I know perfectly well that if I drink when I'm upset I get out of control. Miranda's words flooded back to me and I held her closer, kissing her hair. "I'm sorry. I should have known..." I whispered.
We sat there for what seemed like hours, holding on as if it would save our lives. Suddenly, Miranda shuddered slightly, she tugged away from my arms and looked me straight in the eye.
"Gordo, do you love me?" Her lips were trembling, but her voice was firm. My eyes connected with her deep chocolate ones, and I whispered "Yes."
I watched as a tear slowly slid down her cheek and she barely made out the words "I love you, too.", before she leaned in and kissed me.
My mind screamed "what going on? Why is this happening? You just hurt this girl so badly, why would she love you?" But my heart screamed to kiss her back. So I did.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Aaand ta-da! I'm not quite sure if I like this yet, but I think I'll give it a try. Feedback please! Much love my children!
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm back da-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na. WOW so that was like, what? 6 months? Jeez, I'm sorry to all of my devoted fans. I hope you forgive me. I mean I really don't have an excuse, its summer. Well, actually, I do, I've been busy doing a show all summer, but still. Anyway its like 6 AM and I just pulled an all night fan fiction session, so I figured I may as well update my old Lizzie fics, too. So, my darlings, I hope you didn't lose faith in me, because here is the next installment of my fabulous story. (GORDO'S POINT OF VIEW PEOPLE- GORDO'S POINT OF VIEW)
I let out a low gasp and watched silently as tears slipped down Miranda's tan face. The story she had told seemed unreal, like characters from a book playing out a horrible tale of violence and hurt. "Miranda... I'm so sorry, I never meant to, I was so drunk...I'm so sorry, baby, forgive me..." I wrapped my arms around her again, holding her close. This time she didn't fight back violently, but seemed to melt into my arms, still sobbing.
I carefully wiped away her tears, holding her close. How could I do this to myself? To Miranda? The girl I had loved for so long, and one drunken night I had ruined it all. I wished more than ever that I could turn back time and never have attended Lizzie's party. I hadn't even wanted to go, but Lizzie had convinced me, she said it would make me feel better, less stressed about my parents.
I should have known, I shouldn't have let myself come. I know perfectly well that if I drink when I'm upset I get out of control. Miranda's words flooded back to me and I held her closer, kissing her hair. "I'm sorry. I should have known..." I whispered.
We sat there for what seemed like hours, holding on as if it would save our lives. Suddenly, Miranda shuddered slightly, she tugged away from my arms and looked me straight in the eye.
"Gordo, do you love me?" Her lips were trembling, but her voice was firm. My eyes connected with her deep chocolate ones, and I whispered "Yes."
I watched as a tear slowly slid down her cheek and she barely made out the words "I love you, too.", before she leaned in and kissed me.
My mind screamed "what going on? Why is this happening? You just hurt this girl so badly, why would she love you?" But my heart screamed to kiss her back. So I did.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Aaand ta-da! I'm not quite sure if I like this yet, but I think I'll give it a try. Feedback please! Much love my children!
