A/N: Ok, so I wasn't gonna update this one right away, because I had to
find the perfect song for Gordo's point of view. And then, last night I was
searching Kazaa for something, and found the absolute perfect song! I'm so
excited! Yay! Few things though, it's written from a girls point of view,
so I had to change a couple of hims to hers and vice versa. But other than
that, enjoy and review!
Disclaimer: I don't own LM. I don't own "Crushed" either. The Beu Sisters do. Check them out! They have a song on the Lizzie McGuire Movie, and they have a CD out, I think. Anyway, their songs are so good, and easy to relate to!
Sooner or Later
Chapter Seven: Crushed
Gordo regained his composure, and left the bathroom, heading for his next class. Fortuntely, the bell rang just as he was walking through the door, so he didn't have to face Lizzie and make excuses for his weird behavior a few minutes ago.
He took his seat and actually paid attention to the teacher. It was something to get his mind off her. He'd been a little distracted during classes of late.
Science ended, and when Gordo walked down the hall, he saw Lizzie and Ryan talking. Again. He quickly walked by them into the art room. He didn't like seeing them together.
His next two classes went by quickly, and he had calmed down considerably. He was even feeling good enough to brave an entire lunch period with her. He went to his locker to grab his books for the afternoon and then headed for the cafeteria. He bought his lunch, and headed out to the quad. That's when he saw it.
She was sitting with *him*. "Well of course she is." He thought to himself. "You yell at her, and then duck into a bathroom without explaining why you're so upset." She deserves to sit with him. Right now, Gordo wasn't such a fun person to be around.
Lizzie caught sight of Gordo and waved him over to the table. He shook his head, and looked for someplace else to sit. He found an empty table and sat down. He'd rather eat alone than with *him*. He couldn't be held responsible for the remarks he might make.
Gordo ate his lunch in solitude, until he was interrupted by, "It's sad, isn't it."
He turned around to see who owned the voice.
"Hi Tudgeman." Gordo said, monotonously.
"Oh, Gordo, Gordo, Gordo." Tudgeman remarked. "You and me, we're in the same position."
"We are?" Gordo asked, half amused, half confused. He raised an eyebrow.
"We've both been victim of Lizzie's magic." He sighed.
Gordo laughed. "Magic?"
"But she won't go for guys like us." Tudgeman commented. "She likes them popular."
Gordo rolled his eyes. "They're just going to a dance, Tudgeman. They aren't getting married or anything."
"Oh contraire mon ami." Tudgeman replied. "I heard through the grapevine that our Miss Lizzie has been officially asked out."
"He asked her out?" Gordo asked in shock, mouth agape.
"Just thought you'd want to hear it from a friend." Tudgeman explained. He got up and walked away.
He had asked her out. What was her answer? Larry hadn't said. Maybe she said no. Why would she say no? She had no reason to. Well, Gordo was a reason, but she didn't know that. As far as she knew he was just the supportive best friend. This was too much for his brain to process. Going to dances, he could deal with. Going out, no way! This was going to kill him. In a matter of 5 minutes the situation had elevated from manageable to heartbreaking. It was real now. His visions were shattered.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Always thought, someday you would notice me.
More than friends, you would see me differently.
Then I heard you're going out with him.
And now where am I?
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
He watched as Lizzie laughed with the people she sat with. She was flipping her hair, giggling, doing all the little Lizzie things he liked about her. Except it was for Ryan, not Gordo. He couldn't take it anymore. He got up and headed for the library.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I'm crushed, so crushed;
'cause I always thought that it would be the two of us.
And I'm dying inside;
Every time I see you walking with him,
It just makes me cry, and my tears don't seem to dry.
And that's why, I'm crushed.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Gordo successfully avoided Lizzie for the rest of the day. After school though, she cornered him.
"Hey." She greeted, standing next to his locker.
"Where's your boyfriend?" Gordo asked, regretting the words as they left his mouth.
"Gordo, don't be like this." She pleaded.
"Like what?" Gordo asked. "Like the door mat best friend who's here for you when you get hurt, but who's not good enough to be told when you get asked out?"
"Gordo, I didn't want to hurt you." She explained.
"Lizzie, you hurt me more by not telling me." Gordo replied. "We used to tell each other everything. We were so close. But now, it just feels like we're drifting."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Used to be, couldn't wait to talk to me.
You would share your secrets,
You would share your dreams;
You would tell me everything.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"We aren't drifting." Lizzie remarked.
Gordo just looked at her.
He felt bad for not telling her the real reason he was so upset, but he couldn't. Ryan had taken that chance away from him. Gordo shut his locker.
"Have fun, ok?" he told her, and walked away.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I was getting up the nerve,
To finally tell you all the things I feel for you.
Now everything is wrong the chance is gone,
He's come along and ripped my dreams in two.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
That night, Gordo sat in his room, absentmindedly batting around his hacky- sack, and thinking about things. Mostly her. He hated what he was doing. He was behaving like one of the dramatic teenagers he made fun of all the time. He hated the fact that he liked her, but he couldn't help it. She just had that effect on him.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I'm crushed, so crushed;
'cause I always thought that it would be the two of us.
And I'm dying inside;
Every time I see you walking with him,
It just makes me cry, and my tears don't seem to dry.
And that's why, I'm crushed.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
TBC!
Review!
Disclaimer: I don't own LM. I don't own "Crushed" either. The Beu Sisters do. Check them out! They have a song on the Lizzie McGuire Movie, and they have a CD out, I think. Anyway, their songs are so good, and easy to relate to!
Sooner or Later
Chapter Seven: Crushed
Gordo regained his composure, and left the bathroom, heading for his next class. Fortuntely, the bell rang just as he was walking through the door, so he didn't have to face Lizzie and make excuses for his weird behavior a few minutes ago.
He took his seat and actually paid attention to the teacher. It was something to get his mind off her. He'd been a little distracted during classes of late.
Science ended, and when Gordo walked down the hall, he saw Lizzie and Ryan talking. Again. He quickly walked by them into the art room. He didn't like seeing them together.
His next two classes went by quickly, and he had calmed down considerably. He was even feeling good enough to brave an entire lunch period with her. He went to his locker to grab his books for the afternoon and then headed for the cafeteria. He bought his lunch, and headed out to the quad. That's when he saw it.
She was sitting with *him*. "Well of course she is." He thought to himself. "You yell at her, and then duck into a bathroom without explaining why you're so upset." She deserves to sit with him. Right now, Gordo wasn't such a fun person to be around.
Lizzie caught sight of Gordo and waved him over to the table. He shook his head, and looked for someplace else to sit. He found an empty table and sat down. He'd rather eat alone than with *him*. He couldn't be held responsible for the remarks he might make.
Gordo ate his lunch in solitude, until he was interrupted by, "It's sad, isn't it."
He turned around to see who owned the voice.
"Hi Tudgeman." Gordo said, monotonously.
"Oh, Gordo, Gordo, Gordo." Tudgeman remarked. "You and me, we're in the same position."
"We are?" Gordo asked, half amused, half confused. He raised an eyebrow.
"We've both been victim of Lizzie's magic." He sighed.
Gordo laughed. "Magic?"
"But she won't go for guys like us." Tudgeman commented. "She likes them popular."
Gordo rolled his eyes. "They're just going to a dance, Tudgeman. They aren't getting married or anything."
"Oh contraire mon ami." Tudgeman replied. "I heard through the grapevine that our Miss Lizzie has been officially asked out."
"He asked her out?" Gordo asked in shock, mouth agape.
"Just thought you'd want to hear it from a friend." Tudgeman explained. He got up and walked away.
He had asked her out. What was her answer? Larry hadn't said. Maybe she said no. Why would she say no? She had no reason to. Well, Gordo was a reason, but she didn't know that. As far as she knew he was just the supportive best friend. This was too much for his brain to process. Going to dances, he could deal with. Going out, no way! This was going to kill him. In a matter of 5 minutes the situation had elevated from manageable to heartbreaking. It was real now. His visions were shattered.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Always thought, someday you would notice me.
More than friends, you would see me differently.
Then I heard you're going out with him.
And now where am I?
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
He watched as Lizzie laughed with the people she sat with. She was flipping her hair, giggling, doing all the little Lizzie things he liked about her. Except it was for Ryan, not Gordo. He couldn't take it anymore. He got up and headed for the library.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I'm crushed, so crushed;
'cause I always thought that it would be the two of us.
And I'm dying inside;
Every time I see you walking with him,
It just makes me cry, and my tears don't seem to dry.
And that's why, I'm crushed.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Gordo successfully avoided Lizzie for the rest of the day. After school though, she cornered him.
"Hey." She greeted, standing next to his locker.
"Where's your boyfriend?" Gordo asked, regretting the words as they left his mouth.
"Gordo, don't be like this." She pleaded.
"Like what?" Gordo asked. "Like the door mat best friend who's here for you when you get hurt, but who's not good enough to be told when you get asked out?"
"Gordo, I didn't want to hurt you." She explained.
"Lizzie, you hurt me more by not telling me." Gordo replied. "We used to tell each other everything. We were so close. But now, it just feels like we're drifting."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Used to be, couldn't wait to talk to me.
You would share your secrets,
You would share your dreams;
You would tell me everything.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"We aren't drifting." Lizzie remarked.
Gordo just looked at her.
He felt bad for not telling her the real reason he was so upset, but he couldn't. Ryan had taken that chance away from him. Gordo shut his locker.
"Have fun, ok?" he told her, and walked away.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I was getting up the nerve,
To finally tell you all the things I feel for you.
Now everything is wrong the chance is gone,
He's come along and ripped my dreams in two.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
That night, Gordo sat in his room, absentmindedly batting around his hacky- sack, and thinking about things. Mostly her. He hated what he was doing. He was behaving like one of the dramatic teenagers he made fun of all the time. He hated the fact that he liked her, but he couldn't help it. She just had that effect on him.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I'm crushed, so crushed;
'cause I always thought that it would be the two of us.
And I'm dying inside;
Every time I see you walking with him,
It just makes me cry, and my tears don't seem to dry.
And that's why, I'm crushed.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
TBC!
Review!