A/N: Hey! This is my twelfth update so far. I hope you're enjoying this
story. By the way, in this chapter this place called the Boardwalk is
mentioned. Let me explain really quickly what that is. The Boardwalk is
this place in Pensacola Beach composed of little stores and restaurants.
There is also a music bar thingy where people can dance. The cool part
about the Boardwalk is that its set up on this raised wooden platform that
overlooks the ocean. It's really beautiful and romantic. Therefore, more
L/Gness on the way! ~Tawny
Yeah, now here's the story:
The next day, about nine in the morning, Gordo wakes up and no one is left in the room. He realizes a piece of paper laying on Lizzie's pillow. He picks it up and reads it;
We need to talk. Bring your camera. I will be waiting on the pier.
---Lizzie
Gordo quickly gets up, and puts on a shirt. He grabs his camera and takes both his journal tape and the music video tape. Finding his shoes, he heads to the pier a little apprehensive of just what Lizzie wants to talk to him about.
Gordo walks onto the pier (after having to pay a few bucks to get on the pier in the first place) and immediately spots Lizzie. She is wearing a pink halter top with her pareo wrapped around her waist. He walks over and stands by the bench. She looks up at him and pats the bench beside her. "Have a seat." Gordo takes a seat and turns toward her.
He says, "Lizzie, I'm sorry about yesterday. I shouldn't have said that."
"No, you're right. I do tend to take you for granted, and I should be the one saying I'm sorry. I am oftentimes a complete jerk to you. Yet, despite all of this, you stick by me. Out of all the things you said yesterday, that was the only thing that wasn't true. You said that you wouldn't always be there, and this upset me a lot, until I realized you lied."
"It's just that sometimes I feel like you ignore me just because I'm not some incredibly good looking guy with great hair, but instead I'm just your average low-key best friend."
Lizzie gets up and walks to the side of the pier and leans on the railing. Gordo does the same a moment later. "Gordo, you're not average. And you are very attractive. I can't tell you why I pushed you to the side so much. I guess I always thought of you as my best friend and nothing else."
Gordo flashes her a look of surprise. "What do you mean?"
Lizzie tries to cover up what she just said. "I mean, I always thought of you as someone who would still be there for me after I got done doing stupid things after you had already given my advice about not doing those same stupid things." Lizzie winces as she realizes that she didn't make any sense. "That didn't make any sense, did it?"
"Not really."
"Well, just take note that I do respect you." Their eyes meet and they both smile.
"I respect you, too," Gordo adds.
"I know," Lizzie softly says as she turns her eyes back toward the ocean.
After a few more moments, Gordo asks, "Why did I have to bring my camera?"
"You did something spontaneous, and now it's my turn." "What did I do that was so spontaneous?"
"Graduation. No one expected that!"
"Well, I had been trying to ask you to that dance all day long, but I kept getting interrupted. I had the spotlight and I took the opportunity."
"I'm glad you did. I had a really good time that night."
"Yeah, me too. Now, how are you going to be spontaneous?"
"We are going to spend the whole day together, and I agree to allow you to film me for the video. Then tonight we are going to the Boardwalk to eat and walk around."
"Alright, sounds fun," he replies.
"All systems go?" she asks, smiling at him.
"All systems go," he replies, returning the smile. Then, most unexpected and spontaneously, Lizzie throws her arms around Gordo's neck and hugs him. Gordo returns the hug.
All day long, Lizzie and Gordo hang out on the beach. They even build a sandcastle, and Gordo constantly has his camera running. At five that afternoon, they head back to the hotel to get ready to go to the Boardwalk.
"David, Lizzie, guess what?" Mrs. Gordon asks them excitedly when they walk in the door. Mr. Gordon comes out of the bathroom carrying his razor case. "They finally have our rooms! We are moving to the next floor. They have adjoining rooms, one with two beds, for us. And they are free since the hotel messed up our reservations! Come on, get packing!"
Lizzie and Gordo spend an hour moving into their new room. Actually, Lizzie spends an hour. Gordo decides to film some for his journal.
Gordo's Cam May 31st 6:03 P.M.
Gordo: [points camera at himself] This is our new room. Look! Two beds!
[Lizzie falls into closet while trying to hang some clothes up.]
Gordo: [moves camera to Lizzie] Lizzie, do you need some help?
Lizzie: Nah, I'm fine.
Gordo: [Moves camera back to him.] Well, after nagging Lizzie, she decided to be spontaneous, so we are going to the Boardwalk to eat dinner; if she ever gets settled into our new room!
Lizzie: Do you need the shower?
Gordo: I'll use my parent's. Go ahead. [Lizzie leaves room.] Well, now maybe I can explain some things. At the party, Lizzie and I had to make out, after being pushed into a closet and told to do so, but we faked it and were able to get out. Then, I swear Lizzie almost kissed me on the beach afterwards, but it was probably just my imagination.
But she does seem to be a lot friendlier to me. She's called me cute and attractive a couple times, and sometimes I catch her giving me looks that I usually give her!
She made me quite angry yesterday because she always seems to go for some hot guy that just breaks her heart, and I am sick of having to pick up the pieces without actually getting a chance with her. I basically told her that I was tired of being a door-mat, and she agreed that she has treated me wrongly in the past, and so today she dedicated herself to my video. And now we will be headed for a romantic night on the Boardwalk. Well, she probably won't think it's very romantic since I am her best friend, but I will.
I should probably go get a shower and get dressed. Actually, I'll just watch some tv. Lizzie won't be ready for at least another hour. Later.
Narration
Gordo sits on his bed watching Lizzie as she puts on her lip gloss and fixes her hair into a simple updo. She is wearing a blue jean skirt and a baby blue peasant top with large flowing sheer sleeves. Gordo simply wore jeans, but instead of doing his colorful layering shirt effect, he wore a plain white short sleeve dress shirt over a t-shirt. "McGuire, you really don't have to do all that."
Lizzie doesn't answer. Instead, she turns to face him and spins around. "How do I look?"
"Don't you know you're not suppose to ask a guy that question? Besides, you look beautiful, as always."
Lizzie smiles. "You're so great. Hey, you did that thing with your hair."
"You mean gel?"
"Aren't you the sarcastic one tonight?" Lizzie says with a laugh. "Come on, its already seven!"
They walk the beach over to the Boardwalk. Neither says much on the way over. Both are lost in their own thoughts. Gordo thinks, "Wow, she looks really beautiful. I'm so glad she's here. Maybe I should tell her that." Finally, Gordo decides to speak. "I really love it here."
Lizzie responds, "Yeah, me too. I wish I could stay here forever. Thanks for inviting me."
"Thanks for coming along. I can't see myself spending it with anyone else."
Lizzie glances over at him and smiles. "You're so sweet," she says, though a lot quieter than she means to say it. She isn't really sure if she had even said it out loud.
"Looks like we're here," Gordo says, staring up at the stairway that leads up onto the Boardwalk.
"Yeah, we are." Lizzie and Gordo both sit down on the steps and put their shoes on. Then, they climb the stairway to the Boardwalk. The place is crowded with people walking from store to store or eating ice-cream or simply enjoying the scenery. "So, where do you want to eat?"
"You like Mexican. Let's eat there," Gordo answers, pointing to a small lit up restaurant.
After eating, the waiter brings the bill. They both stare at it for a moment, and then they both reach for it at the same time.
"I'll get it, Lizzie," Gordo says.
"No, I'll get it," protests Lizzie.
"No, come on. Let me get it."
"No. I'm independent enough to pay for the bill."
They look at each other. Lizzie squints her eyes at Gordo and he raises his eyebrows at her. They both burst out in laughter at the same time. "Alright, listen. If I let you pay for half, will you let me buy you ice- cream later?"
Lizzie smiles. "Deal."
Yeah, now here's the story:
The next day, about nine in the morning, Gordo wakes up and no one is left in the room. He realizes a piece of paper laying on Lizzie's pillow. He picks it up and reads it;
We need to talk. Bring your camera. I will be waiting on the pier.
---Lizzie
Gordo quickly gets up, and puts on a shirt. He grabs his camera and takes both his journal tape and the music video tape. Finding his shoes, he heads to the pier a little apprehensive of just what Lizzie wants to talk to him about.
Gordo walks onto the pier (after having to pay a few bucks to get on the pier in the first place) and immediately spots Lizzie. She is wearing a pink halter top with her pareo wrapped around her waist. He walks over and stands by the bench. She looks up at him and pats the bench beside her. "Have a seat." Gordo takes a seat and turns toward her.
He says, "Lizzie, I'm sorry about yesterday. I shouldn't have said that."
"No, you're right. I do tend to take you for granted, and I should be the one saying I'm sorry. I am oftentimes a complete jerk to you. Yet, despite all of this, you stick by me. Out of all the things you said yesterday, that was the only thing that wasn't true. You said that you wouldn't always be there, and this upset me a lot, until I realized you lied."
"It's just that sometimes I feel like you ignore me just because I'm not some incredibly good looking guy with great hair, but instead I'm just your average low-key best friend."
Lizzie gets up and walks to the side of the pier and leans on the railing. Gordo does the same a moment later. "Gordo, you're not average. And you are very attractive. I can't tell you why I pushed you to the side so much. I guess I always thought of you as my best friend and nothing else."
Gordo flashes her a look of surprise. "What do you mean?"
Lizzie tries to cover up what she just said. "I mean, I always thought of you as someone who would still be there for me after I got done doing stupid things after you had already given my advice about not doing those same stupid things." Lizzie winces as she realizes that she didn't make any sense. "That didn't make any sense, did it?"
"Not really."
"Well, just take note that I do respect you." Their eyes meet and they both smile.
"I respect you, too," Gordo adds.
"I know," Lizzie softly says as she turns her eyes back toward the ocean.
After a few more moments, Gordo asks, "Why did I have to bring my camera?"
"You did something spontaneous, and now it's my turn." "What did I do that was so spontaneous?"
"Graduation. No one expected that!"
"Well, I had been trying to ask you to that dance all day long, but I kept getting interrupted. I had the spotlight and I took the opportunity."
"I'm glad you did. I had a really good time that night."
"Yeah, me too. Now, how are you going to be spontaneous?"
"We are going to spend the whole day together, and I agree to allow you to film me for the video. Then tonight we are going to the Boardwalk to eat and walk around."
"Alright, sounds fun," he replies.
"All systems go?" she asks, smiling at him.
"All systems go," he replies, returning the smile. Then, most unexpected and spontaneously, Lizzie throws her arms around Gordo's neck and hugs him. Gordo returns the hug.
All day long, Lizzie and Gordo hang out on the beach. They even build a sandcastle, and Gordo constantly has his camera running. At five that afternoon, they head back to the hotel to get ready to go to the Boardwalk.
"David, Lizzie, guess what?" Mrs. Gordon asks them excitedly when they walk in the door. Mr. Gordon comes out of the bathroom carrying his razor case. "They finally have our rooms! We are moving to the next floor. They have adjoining rooms, one with two beds, for us. And they are free since the hotel messed up our reservations! Come on, get packing!"
Lizzie and Gordo spend an hour moving into their new room. Actually, Lizzie spends an hour. Gordo decides to film some for his journal.
Gordo's Cam May 31st 6:03 P.M.
Gordo: [points camera at himself] This is our new room. Look! Two beds!
[Lizzie falls into closet while trying to hang some clothes up.]
Gordo: [moves camera to Lizzie] Lizzie, do you need some help?
Lizzie: Nah, I'm fine.
Gordo: [Moves camera back to him.] Well, after nagging Lizzie, she decided to be spontaneous, so we are going to the Boardwalk to eat dinner; if she ever gets settled into our new room!
Lizzie: Do you need the shower?
Gordo: I'll use my parent's. Go ahead. [Lizzie leaves room.] Well, now maybe I can explain some things. At the party, Lizzie and I had to make out, after being pushed into a closet and told to do so, but we faked it and were able to get out. Then, I swear Lizzie almost kissed me on the beach afterwards, but it was probably just my imagination.
But she does seem to be a lot friendlier to me. She's called me cute and attractive a couple times, and sometimes I catch her giving me looks that I usually give her!
She made me quite angry yesterday because she always seems to go for some hot guy that just breaks her heart, and I am sick of having to pick up the pieces without actually getting a chance with her. I basically told her that I was tired of being a door-mat, and she agreed that she has treated me wrongly in the past, and so today she dedicated herself to my video. And now we will be headed for a romantic night on the Boardwalk. Well, she probably won't think it's very romantic since I am her best friend, but I will.
I should probably go get a shower and get dressed. Actually, I'll just watch some tv. Lizzie won't be ready for at least another hour. Later.
Narration
Gordo sits on his bed watching Lizzie as she puts on her lip gloss and fixes her hair into a simple updo. She is wearing a blue jean skirt and a baby blue peasant top with large flowing sheer sleeves. Gordo simply wore jeans, but instead of doing his colorful layering shirt effect, he wore a plain white short sleeve dress shirt over a t-shirt. "McGuire, you really don't have to do all that."
Lizzie doesn't answer. Instead, she turns to face him and spins around. "How do I look?"
"Don't you know you're not suppose to ask a guy that question? Besides, you look beautiful, as always."
Lizzie smiles. "You're so great. Hey, you did that thing with your hair."
"You mean gel?"
"Aren't you the sarcastic one tonight?" Lizzie says with a laugh. "Come on, its already seven!"
They walk the beach over to the Boardwalk. Neither says much on the way over. Both are lost in their own thoughts. Gordo thinks, "Wow, she looks really beautiful. I'm so glad she's here. Maybe I should tell her that." Finally, Gordo decides to speak. "I really love it here."
Lizzie responds, "Yeah, me too. I wish I could stay here forever. Thanks for inviting me."
"Thanks for coming along. I can't see myself spending it with anyone else."
Lizzie glances over at him and smiles. "You're so sweet," she says, though a lot quieter than she means to say it. She isn't really sure if she had even said it out loud.
"Looks like we're here," Gordo says, staring up at the stairway that leads up onto the Boardwalk.
"Yeah, we are." Lizzie and Gordo both sit down on the steps and put their shoes on. Then, they climb the stairway to the Boardwalk. The place is crowded with people walking from store to store or eating ice-cream or simply enjoying the scenery. "So, where do you want to eat?"
"You like Mexican. Let's eat there," Gordo answers, pointing to a small lit up restaurant.
After eating, the waiter brings the bill. They both stare at it for a moment, and then they both reach for it at the same time.
"I'll get it, Lizzie," Gordo says.
"No, I'll get it," protests Lizzie.
"No, come on. Let me get it."
"No. I'm independent enough to pay for the bill."
They look at each other. Lizzie squints her eyes at Gordo and he raises his eyebrows at her. They both burst out in laughter at the same time. "Alright, listen. If I let you pay for half, will you let me buy you ice- cream later?"
Lizzie smiles. "Deal."