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A/N: The rest of this story is in Gordo's point of view, but not his thoughts, unless specified otherwise. If you get confused, just holla, and I'll do my best to clear everything up. Oh, and one of my reviewers asked what the secret was! I think you'll find out in either the next chapter or the one after that...so, hang tight! And thanks to all who reviewed!
*~*Two*~*
Lizzie, Mr. and Mrs. McGuire, and me were piled in their minivan, making our trek towards the camp where we would spend the next two weeks of our lives. I was sitting in the back with Lizzie, and Mr. and Mrs. McGuire were in the front, singing dumb camp songs to each other. It was probably their idea of romantic.
Lizzie had her arms tightly folded in front of her, and her ears were covered with her ever-present headphones. She was staring out the window, and as much of her stuff as she could get away with was piled between us, God forbid she have to touch me, or acknowledge the fact that she was sitting next to me. She was squished up against the side of the van, and I had to think that she must be uncomfortable. I wanted to reach out and touch her, to ease her pain, and show her that I still cared. Even as I watched, she pulled herself farther away from me, if that was possible. 'Why is this so complicated?' I thought. 'This is Lizzie McGuire you're talking about. Your childhood friend. Friends to the end, she used to say. Well, I guess this is the end. The end of our friendship.' A few minutes later, I realized how stupid I was being. 'Who am I trying to kid? How can I let Lizzie go? I can't. I think I may…do I still have feelings for her?' I looked over at Lizzie, who was leaning her forehead against the window. 'Whatever. I need her back as my friend before I can tell her (or admit to myself) that I might like her…'
I decided to write her a note. I tore a piece of paper from my notebook, grabbed a pen, and began to write.
*Lizzie,
I'm so sorry for what I did to you. Really, I am. I'm sorry that this note took so long to get written, but my pride was too big, I guess. I hope that you can forgive me, because if you can't, I don't know what I'll do. Maybe…Maybe I'll take a vow of silence and live with monks. But if you absolutely can't ever forgive me, I'll totally understand, and I'm sorry for wasting your time.
Gordo*
I handed the note to her, and was completely and totally surprise when she wrote me back.
*Mr. Gordon,
I cannot, and will not forgive you. I hope that you are miserable in the monastery with the monks. And if you take a vow of silence, at least you can't try and talk to me.*
The last part of the note looked almost rushed, as thought she had to write it in a hurry, before she…maybe…changed her mind? A flood of hope whirled through my body, and I couldn't help myself. I wrote her another note.
*Lizzie,
Like I said, I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I understand why you can't forgive me; you probably never will. I know I probably will never be able to forgive myself. But maybe, even if you can't forgive me, maybe we can still be friends? There might always be hurt, and scars that can't be removed, but maybe we can try. Or we could pretend. Maybe if we pretend long enough, then we'll realize that we can be friends again. But, if we can't even try, this is going to be a lo-o-ng two weeks. I hope that you'll consider it. I…I really miss you, Lizzie.*
Gordo*
I folded the note up, and then gave it to her. She looked almost surprised, but then quickly settled back into the listless shell of Lizzie. She wrote me back. Yes, I had hope. For the few minutes that it took her to write the note, anyway.
*Gordo,
I'm not going to pretend to be friends with you! I would be embarrassed telling you this, normally, but you should already know. You've hurt me so much, Gordo. I thought you were my friend. But I guess I thought wrong. I did think wrong, didn't I, David? And I'm not calling you 'Gordo' anymore. I can't. I was friends with a guy named Gordo at one time. I miss being friends with him. However, I don't want to be friends with you, David. Am I hurting your feelings, David? Get used to it, and join the club. But, know this. If you join the club, I'm quitting! *
With that, she sunk back into her own little world. God, I miss her.
A/N: The rest of this story is in Gordo's point of view, but not his thoughts, unless specified otherwise. If you get confused, just holla, and I'll do my best to clear everything up. Oh, and one of my reviewers asked what the secret was! I think you'll find out in either the next chapter or the one after that...so, hang tight! And thanks to all who reviewed!
*~*Two*~*
Lizzie, Mr. and Mrs. McGuire, and me were piled in their minivan, making our trek towards the camp where we would spend the next two weeks of our lives. I was sitting in the back with Lizzie, and Mr. and Mrs. McGuire were in the front, singing dumb camp songs to each other. It was probably their idea of romantic.
Lizzie had her arms tightly folded in front of her, and her ears were covered with her ever-present headphones. She was staring out the window, and as much of her stuff as she could get away with was piled between us, God forbid she have to touch me, or acknowledge the fact that she was sitting next to me. She was squished up against the side of the van, and I had to think that she must be uncomfortable. I wanted to reach out and touch her, to ease her pain, and show her that I still cared. Even as I watched, she pulled herself farther away from me, if that was possible. 'Why is this so complicated?' I thought. 'This is Lizzie McGuire you're talking about. Your childhood friend. Friends to the end, she used to say. Well, I guess this is the end. The end of our friendship.' A few minutes later, I realized how stupid I was being. 'Who am I trying to kid? How can I let Lizzie go? I can't. I think I may…do I still have feelings for her?' I looked over at Lizzie, who was leaning her forehead against the window. 'Whatever. I need her back as my friend before I can tell her (or admit to myself) that I might like her…'
I decided to write her a note. I tore a piece of paper from my notebook, grabbed a pen, and began to write.
*Lizzie,
I'm so sorry for what I did to you. Really, I am. I'm sorry that this note took so long to get written, but my pride was too big, I guess. I hope that you can forgive me, because if you can't, I don't know what I'll do. Maybe…Maybe I'll take a vow of silence and live with monks. But if you absolutely can't ever forgive me, I'll totally understand, and I'm sorry for wasting your time.
Gordo*
I handed the note to her, and was completely and totally surprise when she wrote me back.
*Mr. Gordon,
I cannot, and will not forgive you. I hope that you are miserable in the monastery with the monks. And if you take a vow of silence, at least you can't try and talk to me.*
The last part of the note looked almost rushed, as thought she had to write it in a hurry, before she…maybe…changed her mind? A flood of hope whirled through my body, and I couldn't help myself. I wrote her another note.
*Lizzie,
Like I said, I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I understand why you can't forgive me; you probably never will. I know I probably will never be able to forgive myself. But maybe, even if you can't forgive me, maybe we can still be friends? There might always be hurt, and scars that can't be removed, but maybe we can try. Or we could pretend. Maybe if we pretend long enough, then we'll realize that we can be friends again. But, if we can't even try, this is going to be a lo-o-ng two weeks. I hope that you'll consider it. I…I really miss you, Lizzie.*
Gordo*
I folded the note up, and then gave it to her. She looked almost surprised, but then quickly settled back into the listless shell of Lizzie. She wrote me back. Yes, I had hope. For the few minutes that it took her to write the note, anyway.
*Gordo,
I'm not going to pretend to be friends with you! I would be embarrassed telling you this, normally, but you should already know. You've hurt me so much, Gordo. I thought you were my friend. But I guess I thought wrong. I did think wrong, didn't I, David? And I'm not calling you 'Gordo' anymore. I can't. I was friends with a guy named Gordo at one time. I miss being friends with him. However, I don't want to be friends with you, David. Am I hurting your feelings, David? Get used to it, and join the club. But, know this. If you join the club, I'm quitting! *
With that, she sunk back into her own little world. God, I miss her.