* Chapter twelve – Lizzie *
Why?
That's what I asked myself. Why was I so nervous suddenly about talking to my best friend? Why did I stutter and blush every time he came close to me, or every time we touched?
We've always told each other everything. Suddenly, since, oh, about sixth grade, I left a few details out - details that were related to him. Through the years, I kept my secret to myself, feeling like I was an idiot to have a crush on my best friend. I tried to hide my feelings, to shove them behind everything else. But, something changed this year.
It was like: NEWS FLASH! HELLO! FYI! OMG, ARE YOU THERE, ELIZABETH BROOKE MCGUIRE?
Gordo was always there for me. Always. Every time I cried over a guy that turned me down, he wiped away my tears. Every time Kate or her posse opened a sore wound, he healed it with his kindness and compassion. Every time I went into my weird 'teenager phases', he was right beside me to go through with it too. God, he was perfect.
I mean, how many more years until another girl figures out how great of a guy Gordo is? How long?
I don't know what I'd do if that happened. But, for some reason, I didn't think Gordo would go out with another girl…
With sudden courage, I turned the doorknob, breathing heavily. This wasn't Ethan, or Ronnie, or some random hot guy I was talking to… it was Gordo. David Gordon, my best friend; the guy I've known my whole life. I could talk to him.
Breathe, Lizzie, breathe.
I walked through the opened doorway, not daring to make a sound. Gordo was inside, sitting down on my bed, staring at my wall. Because he didn't look up as I entered, I assumed he didn't notice my coming in. I stood in the doorway, watching my best friend. My gaze followed his to the wall, which was covered with pictures of him and me playing together when we were little. I also saw him glance at the pictures of us now. As teenagers. He folded his hands across his lap and sighed softly. I took a step into the room and blushed tensely.
I opened my mouth, "G-Gordo?" I asked, watching him turn around in surprise. He jumped up, eyes darting towards the opened door. His expression softened when he saw that Miranda wasn't there.
"Yeah?" He asked quietly. Shivers traveled up and down my spine, causing me to shake with uncontrolled emotions. I flushed bright red and closed the door, locking it securely.
"Gordo, I -,"
"I'm really sorry, Lizzie," Gordo interrupted, unable to meet my stare. I cocked an eyebrow, giggling nervously.
"W-What do you mean?" I asked, walking over to the bed and sitting down. Gordo followed suite, twiddling his thumbs. He looked up, and I was lost in his sapphire eyes. I couldn't help but smile when he leaned closer to me.
"I'm sorry. About this morning. I -," I opened my mouth to protest, but Gordo put his hand over my mouth. In the back of my mind, I actually enjoyed the feeling of his hand touching me. My heart began to beat at a tremendous rate. Gordo blushed and removed his cupped hand from around my lips.
"Listen, Liz, I've known you my whole life. I don't want to lose you," he said quickly, blushing furiously, "I, uh, um…."
Summoning up all my courage, I stared right at Gordo's face. Shivering, I put my hand on top of his, rubbing his fingers soothingly. I felt his breathing grow heavy as I locked my eyes onto his. Right then, I wanted nothing in the world, just him. I wanted him to hold me, to comfort me, to kiss me…
Yes, I wanted my best friend to kiss me. Call a doctor – Lizzie McGuire's gone insane.
Gordo coughed, powerless to avert his gaze from my face, "I-I… what I was saying…"
He coughed again, cupping his hand over his mouth. Faintly I remembered that was the hand on which he touched me. Kicking myself mentally, I focused on my best friend, who was suddenly having major coughing fits. I took a deep breath, scooting closer to Gordo, so our shoulders were touching.
"Gordo, watch me." I pointed to my eyes, "What do they tell you?" I felt Gordo's blue eyes search my hazel ones, looking deep into the pools of my emotions.
"I don't know, Liz. I'm not a mind-reader." Gordo answered, undoubtedly trying to lighten up the situation we got ourselves into. I smiled, raising my eyebrows. Gordo laughed self-consciously.
"I know what that means," he said, raising his eyebrows himself. "You think I'm an idiot."
"No, you're just right." I said, leaning close to him. I could hear the steady rhythm of his heart increase to a pounding machine-gun pace.
Did I just say that aloud? I pondered, frightening myself with my casualness.
"You think so?" Gordo asked eagerly, searching my face. I nodded truthfully, blushing red and orange like the sun. Gordo smiled and put his hand on my cheek. His rubbed his fingers along my face gently, following the many indentures and lines that made up who I was.
He jerked suddenly, as though he realized what he was doing, and lifted his palm off my face. I reached up and held his hand under mine, holding it to my cheek. I heard Gordo gulp in surprise and I looked at him, beaming.
"Keep going," I said softly, intertwining my fingers with his. Gordo waited for a second, and then squeezed my hand tenderly.
"Um… I don't really know what to say…" he said, looking at our laced fingers in fascination. I lowered our hands from my face, and unlocking them, put both of his hands on my each side of my waist. He looked at me in surprise when I wrapped my arms around his neck. I rested my blonde-strewn forehead against his curly one, moving closer to him.
"Then do." I replied softly, barely breathing.
Our heads tilted forward. Closing my eyes, I pressed my lips against his. It was the best feeling in my life – it was just so… perfect. To my pleasure, Gordo kissed me back, holding me closer to him. I wrapped my arms tighter around his neck and relaxed, feeling just right in his embrace. Instincts lead me. Here I was, kissing my best friend, and I enjoyed it. In fact, I never wanted to stop. I hugged him closer, rubbing my hands along the back of his neck. I felt him shiver slightly.
Soon – too soon for me – we broke apart from our passionate kiss, gasping for air. We looked at each other, surprised but content.
"Whoa." Gordo said quietly, staring at me. I nodded, eyes bright.
"Whoa." I agreed.
Finally! The next chapter…
What's gonna happen now? Huh? You tell me… nah. Just kidding – I'll tell you.
*hehe* I think this is probably one of my fav chapters. ^_^ *smiles and giggles like the freak she is*
Hic-up. I love it – fluffy yet not too intimate, if you know what I mean.
Please review! I'll have the next chapter up soon! I love writing this story! *bounces around room*
Me thanks you.
Don't play with automatic screwdrivers and electric chainsaws.
Tic-Tac ^_~
