A/N: Hey! This is a short chapter for my fans. I will be gone a week on
a trip, so I will not be updating for at least a week. If you would like
me to email you when I update, just let me know. Oh! This chapter is
dedicated to Purplerks because she is the one who gave me the idea for it.
Thanks a lot to you! Hope you guys enjoy it. ~tawny
P.S. I think you all know that I don't own anything, so don't expect to find a disclaimer in every chapter.
Lizzie's Diary
June 1st 4:05 A.M.
I know, it's really late, or actually early. I can't help it! I can't get to sleep! I have been lying awake thinking. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, so I turned on my side table lamp to write in my journal. I just hope it doesn't wake Gordo up. The light, not my journal.
There have been some new advancements in the area of Gordo. I haven't had much time to write in my diary, so I should probably catch you up on everything. Last time I wrote, I told about the party and how me and Gordo almost kissed. Well, things have gotten a little more, interesting. After the party, we got into a small fight. He told me that he felt overlooked and used. He is right. I mean, a lot of the time I was so concerned with some other guy that I didn't even bother to look at who was standing right beside me. To make it up to him, I promised him a day together in which I let him film for the video. Then, tonight (actually, last night), we went to the Boardwalk.
Whoa. The Boardwalk. I can't even describe how awesome that was! Gordo and I danced, again. And Gordo sang to me. I hinted around all night that I returned his feelings. But lately, every time I get close to him or I move in to kiss him, he makes an excuse to get up and leave all of a sudden. I kissed him on the cheek again earlier, but he seemed quite astonished. Maybe his feelings have changed. Maybe he believes that we're better off as friends. Maybe we are.
But I really, really like him. I mean, who else knows me as well as he does? Who else do I have so much fun with? Who else would be there for me?
No one, but David Zephyr Gordon. My Gordo.
I'm not even making sense anymore. It's past four in the morning, and I'm so tired. I wish I could sleep. Look at him! Sleeping away, his curls all falling into his face. I love those curls. While we were dancing, I kept playing with them.
That's it. I can't take it anymore. I'm sleep deprived, and I have that buzz that comes with lying awake all night thinking about the guy you lo, er, have strong feelings toward.
Narration
Lizzie slides out of bed and creeps beside Gordo's. She sits on her knees and sets her arms on the bed, leaning her chin on them. Gordo is asleep in the middle of the bed, on his side. Lizzie carefully reaches her hand out and moves his hair out of his eyes. She then bites her lip as she watches his eyes flutter open.
"Am I dreaming?" Gordo asks, as many of his dreams were similar to this.
"No," Lizzie answers softly, smiling.
"What time is it?" he asks, propping himself up on his elbow, squinting from the light.
"Past four."
"In the morning? Why aren't you asleep? Is something wrong?" Gordo asks, getting a worried expression on his face.
Lizzie smiles even more. "No, I just couldn't sleep."
"You were asleep earlier."
"No. I was just lying awake. I finally decided to write in my journal since I couldn't sleep. I didn't mean to wake you," she responds, arising to turn off her bedside light.
"Oh. You didn't wake me. Did you?"
Lizzie sits on the edge of her bed. "Yeah, I think I did."
"Oh. Well, I think I'm going back to sleep."
Lizzie nods, though is actually saddened that he wouldn't stay up with her.
Gordo pats his bed. "Come here."
Lizzie turns and looks at him. He pulls back the covers for her to crawl into and smiles a sleepy, yet innocent, smile. Lizzie smiles, walking over to the bed. She gently sits down on the be and slides under the covers Gordo is holding back for her. She settles in with her back against his chest, and he tucks the covers over her. He lightly places his arm around her waist. "Does this bother you?" He asks, thinking maybe he should cool it a little.
"Not one bit," she answers, half asleep already.
Gordo waits a few more minutes before whispering, "McGuire, you asleep?"
When the only response he receives is the sound of her deep breaths, he rests his head against hers, holding her tighter, and falls off to sleep yet again.
Gordo awakens the next morning and realizes that he hadn't dreamed the night before. Lizzie still is curled up next to him on her side, his arm around her. He moves his arm off of her and rolls onto his back. Lizzie rolls over, putting her head on his shoulder and her arm across him. Gordo smiles and glances at the clock. It was almost ten, and he suddenly becomes frightened about his parents. What if they see them together like this? Would they think something happened that didn't? What if, being parents, they stuck their heads in through the door just to check on their kid, and found him holding Lizzie?
Gordo, realizing that the innocent gesture Lizzie had accepted last night could be interpreted differently by the parents, whispers to Lizzie. "Lizzie, we better get up."
Lizzie scoots her head onto his chest so that half of her is resting on top of him, her head nestled under his chin.
Gordo's eyes widen at the present situation. "Oh, my gosh. Lizzie, come on, we better get up," he says, gentle shaking her.
Lizzie slowly opens her eyes and realizes that she is no longer sleeping on the mattress, but on Gordo's chest. She quickly moves off of him, rolling onto her back on the other side of the bed. Gordo pulls his arm out from under her as they both lie still looking at the ceiling.
Lizzie finally speaks. "I guess its safe to say that we've both been in some very compromising positions lately."
"Compromising suggests that we planned it."
She looks over at him with a seductive smile. "Maybe I did." Gordo stares blankly at her for a few minutes before she slaps his shoulder. "My gosh, Gordo! I didn't really."
Gordo arises, motioning with one of his arms. "I, I knew that."
Lizzie gets up and collapses on her bed. "I'm so tired."
"Well, no wonder! I'd be tired too if I didn't get to sleep until four in the morning!"
"Thanks," she says from her curled up ball.
Gordo, who is still standing beside his bed, shoots her a questioning look. "For what?"
"For sleeping with me," she states with a smile before wrinkling her forehead. "That didn't really sound right did it?"
Gordo just laughs, not really knowing how to respond to that. He finally walks over and sits at the foot of Lizzie's bed. "Come on, McGuire. This is our last full day on the beach. We have to make the most of it."
Lizzie responds by pulling the blanket over her head.
"Alright, but by the time I get done brushing my teeth and getting dressed, you better be awake." He tickles her feet and a faint giggle is heard from under the covers. He adds, "Or else."
A/N Gosh, I wish I had a friend like Gordo! Look, I know that this chapter was quite boring, but its practically all I have written so far and I decided to give my readers something before I left. Well, bye!
P.S. I think you all know that I don't own anything, so don't expect to find a disclaimer in every chapter.
Lizzie's Diary
June 1st 4:05 A.M.
I know, it's really late, or actually early. I can't help it! I can't get to sleep! I have been lying awake thinking. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, so I turned on my side table lamp to write in my journal. I just hope it doesn't wake Gordo up. The light, not my journal.
There have been some new advancements in the area of Gordo. I haven't had much time to write in my diary, so I should probably catch you up on everything. Last time I wrote, I told about the party and how me and Gordo almost kissed. Well, things have gotten a little more, interesting. After the party, we got into a small fight. He told me that he felt overlooked and used. He is right. I mean, a lot of the time I was so concerned with some other guy that I didn't even bother to look at who was standing right beside me. To make it up to him, I promised him a day together in which I let him film for the video. Then, tonight (actually, last night), we went to the Boardwalk.
Whoa. The Boardwalk. I can't even describe how awesome that was! Gordo and I danced, again. And Gordo sang to me. I hinted around all night that I returned his feelings. But lately, every time I get close to him or I move in to kiss him, he makes an excuse to get up and leave all of a sudden. I kissed him on the cheek again earlier, but he seemed quite astonished. Maybe his feelings have changed. Maybe he believes that we're better off as friends. Maybe we are.
But I really, really like him. I mean, who else knows me as well as he does? Who else do I have so much fun with? Who else would be there for me?
No one, but David Zephyr Gordon. My Gordo.
I'm not even making sense anymore. It's past four in the morning, and I'm so tired. I wish I could sleep. Look at him! Sleeping away, his curls all falling into his face. I love those curls. While we were dancing, I kept playing with them.
That's it. I can't take it anymore. I'm sleep deprived, and I have that buzz that comes with lying awake all night thinking about the guy you lo, er, have strong feelings toward.
Narration
Lizzie slides out of bed and creeps beside Gordo's. She sits on her knees and sets her arms on the bed, leaning her chin on them. Gordo is asleep in the middle of the bed, on his side. Lizzie carefully reaches her hand out and moves his hair out of his eyes. She then bites her lip as she watches his eyes flutter open.
"Am I dreaming?" Gordo asks, as many of his dreams were similar to this.
"No," Lizzie answers softly, smiling.
"What time is it?" he asks, propping himself up on his elbow, squinting from the light.
"Past four."
"In the morning? Why aren't you asleep? Is something wrong?" Gordo asks, getting a worried expression on his face.
Lizzie smiles even more. "No, I just couldn't sleep."
"You were asleep earlier."
"No. I was just lying awake. I finally decided to write in my journal since I couldn't sleep. I didn't mean to wake you," she responds, arising to turn off her bedside light.
"Oh. You didn't wake me. Did you?"
Lizzie sits on the edge of her bed. "Yeah, I think I did."
"Oh. Well, I think I'm going back to sleep."
Lizzie nods, though is actually saddened that he wouldn't stay up with her.
Gordo pats his bed. "Come here."
Lizzie turns and looks at him. He pulls back the covers for her to crawl into and smiles a sleepy, yet innocent, smile. Lizzie smiles, walking over to the bed. She gently sits down on the be and slides under the covers Gordo is holding back for her. She settles in with her back against his chest, and he tucks the covers over her. He lightly places his arm around her waist. "Does this bother you?" He asks, thinking maybe he should cool it a little.
"Not one bit," she answers, half asleep already.
Gordo waits a few more minutes before whispering, "McGuire, you asleep?"
When the only response he receives is the sound of her deep breaths, he rests his head against hers, holding her tighter, and falls off to sleep yet again.
Gordo awakens the next morning and realizes that he hadn't dreamed the night before. Lizzie still is curled up next to him on her side, his arm around her. He moves his arm off of her and rolls onto his back. Lizzie rolls over, putting her head on his shoulder and her arm across him. Gordo smiles and glances at the clock. It was almost ten, and he suddenly becomes frightened about his parents. What if they see them together like this? Would they think something happened that didn't? What if, being parents, they stuck their heads in through the door just to check on their kid, and found him holding Lizzie?
Gordo, realizing that the innocent gesture Lizzie had accepted last night could be interpreted differently by the parents, whispers to Lizzie. "Lizzie, we better get up."
Lizzie scoots her head onto his chest so that half of her is resting on top of him, her head nestled under his chin.
Gordo's eyes widen at the present situation. "Oh, my gosh. Lizzie, come on, we better get up," he says, gentle shaking her.
Lizzie slowly opens her eyes and realizes that she is no longer sleeping on the mattress, but on Gordo's chest. She quickly moves off of him, rolling onto her back on the other side of the bed. Gordo pulls his arm out from under her as they both lie still looking at the ceiling.
Lizzie finally speaks. "I guess its safe to say that we've both been in some very compromising positions lately."
"Compromising suggests that we planned it."
She looks over at him with a seductive smile. "Maybe I did." Gordo stares blankly at her for a few minutes before she slaps his shoulder. "My gosh, Gordo! I didn't really."
Gordo arises, motioning with one of his arms. "I, I knew that."
Lizzie gets up and collapses on her bed. "I'm so tired."
"Well, no wonder! I'd be tired too if I didn't get to sleep until four in the morning!"
"Thanks," she says from her curled up ball.
Gordo, who is still standing beside his bed, shoots her a questioning look. "For what?"
"For sleeping with me," she states with a smile before wrinkling her forehead. "That didn't really sound right did it?"
Gordo just laughs, not really knowing how to respond to that. He finally walks over and sits at the foot of Lizzie's bed. "Come on, McGuire. This is our last full day on the beach. We have to make the most of it."
Lizzie responds by pulling the blanket over her head.
"Alright, but by the time I get done brushing my teeth and getting dressed, you better be awake." He tickles her feet and a faint giggle is heard from under the covers. He adds, "Or else."
A/N Gosh, I wish I had a friend like Gordo! Look, I know that this chapter was quite boring, but its practically all I have written so far and I decided to give my readers something before I left. Well, bye!