A/N: Ok, here's my next update! Hope you enjoy it. I'm thinking I'll update
Summer of Changes next. What do you guys think? Let me know by reviewing!
Disclaimer: I don't own LM. If I did, it wouldn't have ended production. So there. And Lucy Woodward owns the song "Always Something". You guys should check her out! Her CD, While You Can I, is awesome!
Sooner or Later
Chapter Six: Always Something
Lizzie walked into her first class on Friday morning. She was a little early, and she hoped Gordo would be too. She wanted to talk to him. He had gone out to dinner with his parents the night before and hadn't returned her phone call. She looked around the room, but he wasn't there yet. She sat down at her desk, and put her head down. All these dance issues were stressing her out.
"Oh poor little Lizzie." She heard a voice call out. She lifted her head to find out who was talking. She saw, and rolled her eyes as Kate walked over to her desk.
"What do you want Kate?" Lizzie asked, annoyed.
"Someone is a little touchy." Kate commented. "Still sad that Miranda's gone? Now you and Gordo have no one to go to the dance with."
"Actually Kate, Lizzie does have someone to go with." Gordo remarked, appearing from the hallway. "An actual date, which is more than *some* can say."
Lizzie stifled a laugh. Ethan had made it well known that he and Kate would not be going to the dance together, and Kate's only invitation had come from Tudgeman, who she had turned down immediately.
"You don't count Gordork." Kate snickered.
"It's not me." He remarked, almost painfully, as he took his seat.
"It's not?" Kate asked, puzzled. She thought her meddling at the Clue party would have worked for sure. Although she still wasn't quite positive about what had possessed her to do so.
"I'm going with Ryan." Lizzie explained, quietly.
Kate was taken aback, but quickly recovered. "Well, well, well. Proof that inter-social status coupling does exist." She remarked, smugly. "Just do me a favor and don't contaminate him. I hear loser is contagious." She remarked, as she continued on to her posse.
"Ignore her." Gordo commanded. "She's just mad that she couldn't make fun of you for not having a date."
"Thanks Gordo." Lizzie said.
"For what?" he asked, a puzzled look on her face.
"For always having my back." Lizzie replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"What are *friends* for?" he asked, rhetorically, placing a little too much emphasis on the word friends.
"Gordo, was there something you wanted to talk to me about?" Lizzie asked, sensing the tension between them. Maybe now he's finally say what he'd been trying to for the past week.
He opened his mouth as if to speak, but then changed his mind. "Nah." He replied, sighing. He just looked at her.
She looked back, and they were both blatantly staring at one another, but neither seemed to care.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Sometimes when you're lying beside me,
In your eyes I see.
I don't know but it's something, it's something,
And it's trippin' me up again.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Finally Lizzie turned forward in her desk, and Gordo did the same. Class was beginning. Morning announcements being read, a reminder for the dance. Lizzie looked over at Gordo when they did that. He looked so empty and vacant, like he'd lost his best friend or something.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It's like you're here but you're not here.
I need to know where,
But you won't let me go there.
Always telling me it's nothing, it's nothing.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Well duh, McGuire!" Lizzie thought to herself. "He probably thinks he did." But nothing could have been further from the truth. Lizzie wished she could say something, but at this point, there was nothing she could say. In a matter of days, her neat little life had come to resemble a plotline on some teen drama show. She was falling for her best friend and had no clue what to do about it.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Well I had a vision,
Of a lover in my best friend.
It's not like me to question.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
She should have been happy. She had been asked to the dance by a decent looking, semi-popular boy. A year ago that was her life's goal. To have a boyfriend with some sort of social status. A year ago, she cared about what everyone thought of her, and impressing them all. How different things were now. A year ago, Gordo was her rock. He was the trusty, reliable, old friend who talked her through every minute drama, stuck with her through every crisis, bailed her out of every problem.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Think back on the days when,
We were falling.
It was so good then,
Never worried 'bout a thing, no nothing,
Well it's funny how things change.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Now, he was all she thought about. And not in friendly ways. In more-than- friendly ways. She didn't know why she hadn't seen it before. He was the perfect guy. He was funny, smart, nice, and a great friend. That was the problem. He was too good a friend to let go of. Lizzie couldn't bear losing him if they went out and ended up breaking up. That's why she hadn't done anything about it. She wanted to wait until he brought it up. But now, it looked as though by not bringing it up, they were drifting apart. It scared her. And agreeing to go out with Ryan had mad it worse. Now he would think she didn't like him at all.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Now a cold wind is blowin'
And I was hoping it's not the start of a bitter end.
Could it be that your something,
Is someone else?
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The bell rang, and Lizzie realized she had spent the entire period thinking about it. She felt like Gordo. He always looked like he was thinking about things constantly. Lizzie rubbed her head; thinking so hard hurt. She exited the room at Gordo's side, as usual.
"So, you, uh, excited?" he asked.
"About what?" she remarked, absentmindedly.
"About the dance. You know, your date and all." He replied, a little bit of resentment in his voice. He was trying to play the part of supportive best friend, but he doubted this performance would have won him any awards.
"Oh yeah." She replied. "The dance. It'll be fun."
"I'm sure I'll hear all about it." He remarked.
"No, you'll see it for yourself." She stated. "You're gonna be there, remember?" she remarked, confused by his comments.
"No, I won't." he replied, dryly.
"Why not?" she asked. "I'm not going." He commented, flatly, then ducked into the boys room.
Lizzie stopped in the hallway. He wasn't going? What had she done to him? What a day. She had completely and totally wrecked things with her best friend in the entire world. And it wasn't even 2nd period yet.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Something always gets in between.
It twists and it turns,
You know that it seems to me,
Lately I'm so unsure,
I can't put my finger on it, on it.
Stange feeling ripping at the seams.
And I've never heard the sound of my heart breaking,
Like this before,
Before there was always something.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
TBC!
Review!
Disclaimer: I don't own LM. If I did, it wouldn't have ended production. So there. And Lucy Woodward owns the song "Always Something". You guys should check her out! Her CD, While You Can I, is awesome!
Sooner or Later
Chapter Six: Always Something
Lizzie walked into her first class on Friday morning. She was a little early, and she hoped Gordo would be too. She wanted to talk to him. He had gone out to dinner with his parents the night before and hadn't returned her phone call. She looked around the room, but he wasn't there yet. She sat down at her desk, and put her head down. All these dance issues were stressing her out.
"Oh poor little Lizzie." She heard a voice call out. She lifted her head to find out who was talking. She saw, and rolled her eyes as Kate walked over to her desk.
"What do you want Kate?" Lizzie asked, annoyed.
"Someone is a little touchy." Kate commented. "Still sad that Miranda's gone? Now you and Gordo have no one to go to the dance with."
"Actually Kate, Lizzie does have someone to go with." Gordo remarked, appearing from the hallway. "An actual date, which is more than *some* can say."
Lizzie stifled a laugh. Ethan had made it well known that he and Kate would not be going to the dance together, and Kate's only invitation had come from Tudgeman, who she had turned down immediately.
"You don't count Gordork." Kate snickered.
"It's not me." He remarked, almost painfully, as he took his seat.
"It's not?" Kate asked, puzzled. She thought her meddling at the Clue party would have worked for sure. Although she still wasn't quite positive about what had possessed her to do so.
"I'm going with Ryan." Lizzie explained, quietly.
Kate was taken aback, but quickly recovered. "Well, well, well. Proof that inter-social status coupling does exist." She remarked, smugly. "Just do me a favor and don't contaminate him. I hear loser is contagious." She remarked, as she continued on to her posse.
"Ignore her." Gordo commanded. "She's just mad that she couldn't make fun of you for not having a date."
"Thanks Gordo." Lizzie said.
"For what?" he asked, a puzzled look on her face.
"For always having my back." Lizzie replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"What are *friends* for?" he asked, rhetorically, placing a little too much emphasis on the word friends.
"Gordo, was there something you wanted to talk to me about?" Lizzie asked, sensing the tension between them. Maybe now he's finally say what he'd been trying to for the past week.
He opened his mouth as if to speak, but then changed his mind. "Nah." He replied, sighing. He just looked at her.
She looked back, and they were both blatantly staring at one another, but neither seemed to care.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Sometimes when you're lying beside me,
In your eyes I see.
I don't know but it's something, it's something,
And it's trippin' me up again.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Finally Lizzie turned forward in her desk, and Gordo did the same. Class was beginning. Morning announcements being read, a reminder for the dance. Lizzie looked over at Gordo when they did that. He looked so empty and vacant, like he'd lost his best friend or something.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It's like you're here but you're not here.
I need to know where,
But you won't let me go there.
Always telling me it's nothing, it's nothing.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Well duh, McGuire!" Lizzie thought to herself. "He probably thinks he did." But nothing could have been further from the truth. Lizzie wished she could say something, but at this point, there was nothing she could say. In a matter of days, her neat little life had come to resemble a plotline on some teen drama show. She was falling for her best friend and had no clue what to do about it.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Well I had a vision,
Of a lover in my best friend.
It's not like me to question.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
She should have been happy. She had been asked to the dance by a decent looking, semi-popular boy. A year ago that was her life's goal. To have a boyfriend with some sort of social status. A year ago, she cared about what everyone thought of her, and impressing them all. How different things were now. A year ago, Gordo was her rock. He was the trusty, reliable, old friend who talked her through every minute drama, stuck with her through every crisis, bailed her out of every problem.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Think back on the days when,
We were falling.
It was so good then,
Never worried 'bout a thing, no nothing,
Well it's funny how things change.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Now, he was all she thought about. And not in friendly ways. In more-than- friendly ways. She didn't know why she hadn't seen it before. He was the perfect guy. He was funny, smart, nice, and a great friend. That was the problem. He was too good a friend to let go of. Lizzie couldn't bear losing him if they went out and ended up breaking up. That's why she hadn't done anything about it. She wanted to wait until he brought it up. But now, it looked as though by not bringing it up, they were drifting apart. It scared her. And agreeing to go out with Ryan had mad it worse. Now he would think she didn't like him at all.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Now a cold wind is blowin'
And I was hoping it's not the start of a bitter end.
Could it be that your something,
Is someone else?
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The bell rang, and Lizzie realized she had spent the entire period thinking about it. She felt like Gordo. He always looked like he was thinking about things constantly. Lizzie rubbed her head; thinking so hard hurt. She exited the room at Gordo's side, as usual.
"So, you, uh, excited?" he asked.
"About what?" she remarked, absentmindedly.
"About the dance. You know, your date and all." He replied, a little bit of resentment in his voice. He was trying to play the part of supportive best friend, but he doubted this performance would have won him any awards.
"Oh yeah." She replied. "The dance. It'll be fun."
"I'm sure I'll hear all about it." He remarked.
"No, you'll see it for yourself." She stated. "You're gonna be there, remember?" she remarked, confused by his comments.
"No, I won't." he replied, dryly.
"Why not?" she asked. "I'm not going." He commented, flatly, then ducked into the boys room.
Lizzie stopped in the hallway. He wasn't going? What had she done to him? What a day. She had completely and totally wrecked things with her best friend in the entire world. And it wasn't even 2nd period yet.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Something always gets in between.
It twists and it turns,
You know that it seems to me,
Lately I'm so unsure,
I can't put my finger on it, on it.
Stange feeling ripping at the seams.
And I've never heard the sound of my heart breaking,
Like this before,
Before there was always something.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
TBC!
Review!