A/N: It's almost over! Tear. This really is quite upsetting. But, then,
I'll probably take a break from writing because I've had a pretty hectic
life recently. Just trying to make my senior year as memorable as possible.
And it's working. I'm going to try and finish this story before the end of
September. Wish me luck.
Reviews:
BrownEyedGurl: Eh, I don't have horrible Senioritis yet. It'll sink in soon enough.
Tanguay40: I liked the last Larry chapter as well. Well, it was okay. Lizzie and Gordo are our final "episode" for Dealing.
Now What You Think: Getting caught up in the longer stories is a little difficult. But, I don't really look at mine as one of those because it's really just a bunch of short stories put together. So, it's not like one plot being reinforced throughout.
Dancer chick1: I just figure, Larry's parents need to be cool. Because he's such a weird kid in the show and he's like intelligent and all. I just could see him having accepting and understanding parents.
Kristin: Of course I will e-mail you.
Chapter 2: Confessing Part 1
~Lizzie~
I walked into my room and flopped down on my bed immediately. I loved being home finally. I missed my bed like crazy.
I looked over at my dresser and noticed my cell phone. I wonder if I have any voicemails.
I did. Two to be exact. One from Miranda and one from Gordo.
Miranda: "Lizzie, it's like the day before you're supposed to come back. I just wanted to say, I hope you had an amazing time and I want to hear all about it. After you break yourself away from lover boy. Hugs and kisses."
Gordo: "Hey, Liz. You're supposed to get back later today. I just wanted to leave a quick message here telling you how much I've missed you this past week. Love you. Give me a call."
Groan. That's so not what I need at the moment. To be reminded of Gordo. By both of them. I'll call Miranda, though. Not him. I want to avoid him as much as possible. And spending time with Miranda will do just that. Plus, I'm leaving for D.C. in like two days, where Gordo will be with me the whole time.
And for some reason, I'm not as ecstatic about it now as I was prior to all of this. I wonder what that reason is.
After a nice long bath, I will call Miranda. And most likely 'spill the beans' as they say.
"Hello?" Miranda answered her cell phone about an hour later.
"Hey, it's Liz." I said nervously.
"Oh. My God. You're home!" I couldn't help but laugh. "How was it?"
"It was - good."
"You need to tell me everything! All I have is this."
"Alright. I'm going to stop by and tell you everything."
"Great. See you in a few minutes."
Miranda was waiting for me at the door. "Let's sit out here. It's so nice out. And Liv's not in the best shape today."
"Outside's perfect. Who could say no to fresh air?" Hopefully Gordo doesn't meander past.
"Yeah." She looked down. "So, what do I owe the pleasure of being the first to see you? I figured you and Gordo would be joined at the hip when you came back."
"Nope. Haven't even talked to him. He left a message on my voicemail, but I figured I'll see him every day in D.C. and I won't be seeing you, so you get first dibs." So, I was half-lying. Not so bad.
"Aw. That's sweet of you. Did you have a great time?" I really was all Miranda had for an escape. That and the TV.
"It was decent."
"Decent? Liz, you went to Florida. You were on vacation. It was only decent?"
"It was nice, yes. But it could have been better."
"How so?"
"I could have...notcheatedonGordo." I rushed out, praying she wouldn't understand and I could come up with something else.
"You WHAT?! Are you kidding me?" She stared at me.
I just shook my head. "What are you planning on telling him? And when?" She immediately responded.
"Nothing and never."
"You and I both know that's a lie."
"Miranda, I can't tell him that I cheated on him. He will never, EVER speak to me again. Don't you get that?"
She rolled her eyes, "Lizzie, you need to tell him. Otherwise, there will just always be this huge wall in the relationship with you. You'll never get anywhere if you can't tell him. You'll never live it down."
"Miranda, I realize that. But, I can't tell him. It was just one little kiss. That meant absolutely nothing to me. With a guy I don't care about. And it's going to ruin the best relationship I've ever had. I'm excited."
Miranda bit her lip. "Okay, I understand that this sucks. Majorly. But, Lizzie, listen, you love him, he loves you. It'll only get worse if you don't tell him. And he will eventually find out. They always do. And once he finds out by accident, you're really screwed."
"Who would tell him? You wouldn't, would you?"
"No. But, it could slip. From me. From you. Things happen."
"You seem like you want this to happen. Like, you're happy or something."
"I can't believe you would even think that. You know how much I love the two of you together. I helped you two get together in the first place."
"Fine. You love us together. I know that. Sorry. It's just this is going to be the hardest thing I will ever have to do. And I just don't want to." Okay, I admit. I started to whine. Seventeen year olds should be past whining.
"I know you don't need to hear this, but then, you shouldn't have kissed another guy."
I glared at her. Not because I was pissed, but because she was right.
I spent every day with Miranda, avoiding Gordo. I really didn't want to see him. And I needed to spend some time with Miranda. But, now, we leave for D.C. tomorrow. And I have to tell him then. Which makes it even worse.
A/N: This chapter seems awkward. I don't know.
Reviews:
BrownEyedGurl: Eh, I don't have horrible Senioritis yet. It'll sink in soon enough.
Tanguay40: I liked the last Larry chapter as well. Well, it was okay. Lizzie and Gordo are our final "episode" for Dealing.
Now What You Think: Getting caught up in the longer stories is a little difficult. But, I don't really look at mine as one of those because it's really just a bunch of short stories put together. So, it's not like one plot being reinforced throughout.
Dancer chick1: I just figure, Larry's parents need to be cool. Because he's such a weird kid in the show and he's like intelligent and all. I just could see him having accepting and understanding parents.
Kristin: Of course I will e-mail you.
Chapter 2: Confessing Part 1
~Lizzie~
I walked into my room and flopped down on my bed immediately. I loved being home finally. I missed my bed like crazy.
I looked over at my dresser and noticed my cell phone. I wonder if I have any voicemails.
I did. Two to be exact. One from Miranda and one from Gordo.
Miranda: "Lizzie, it's like the day before you're supposed to come back. I just wanted to say, I hope you had an amazing time and I want to hear all about it. After you break yourself away from lover boy. Hugs and kisses."
Gordo: "Hey, Liz. You're supposed to get back later today. I just wanted to leave a quick message here telling you how much I've missed you this past week. Love you. Give me a call."
Groan. That's so not what I need at the moment. To be reminded of Gordo. By both of them. I'll call Miranda, though. Not him. I want to avoid him as much as possible. And spending time with Miranda will do just that. Plus, I'm leaving for D.C. in like two days, where Gordo will be with me the whole time.
And for some reason, I'm not as ecstatic about it now as I was prior to all of this. I wonder what that reason is.
After a nice long bath, I will call Miranda. And most likely 'spill the beans' as they say.
"Hello?" Miranda answered her cell phone about an hour later.
"Hey, it's Liz." I said nervously.
"Oh. My God. You're home!" I couldn't help but laugh. "How was it?"
"It was - good."
"You need to tell me everything! All I have is this."
"Alright. I'm going to stop by and tell you everything."
"Great. See you in a few minutes."
Miranda was waiting for me at the door. "Let's sit out here. It's so nice out. And Liv's not in the best shape today."
"Outside's perfect. Who could say no to fresh air?" Hopefully Gordo doesn't meander past.
"Yeah." She looked down. "So, what do I owe the pleasure of being the first to see you? I figured you and Gordo would be joined at the hip when you came back."
"Nope. Haven't even talked to him. He left a message on my voicemail, but I figured I'll see him every day in D.C. and I won't be seeing you, so you get first dibs." So, I was half-lying. Not so bad.
"Aw. That's sweet of you. Did you have a great time?" I really was all Miranda had for an escape. That and the TV.
"It was decent."
"Decent? Liz, you went to Florida. You were on vacation. It was only decent?"
"It was nice, yes. But it could have been better."
"How so?"
"I could have...notcheatedonGordo." I rushed out, praying she wouldn't understand and I could come up with something else.
"You WHAT?! Are you kidding me?" She stared at me.
I just shook my head. "What are you planning on telling him? And when?" She immediately responded.
"Nothing and never."
"You and I both know that's a lie."
"Miranda, I can't tell him that I cheated on him. He will never, EVER speak to me again. Don't you get that?"
She rolled her eyes, "Lizzie, you need to tell him. Otherwise, there will just always be this huge wall in the relationship with you. You'll never get anywhere if you can't tell him. You'll never live it down."
"Miranda, I realize that. But, I can't tell him. It was just one little kiss. That meant absolutely nothing to me. With a guy I don't care about. And it's going to ruin the best relationship I've ever had. I'm excited."
Miranda bit her lip. "Okay, I understand that this sucks. Majorly. But, Lizzie, listen, you love him, he loves you. It'll only get worse if you don't tell him. And he will eventually find out. They always do. And once he finds out by accident, you're really screwed."
"Who would tell him? You wouldn't, would you?"
"No. But, it could slip. From me. From you. Things happen."
"You seem like you want this to happen. Like, you're happy or something."
"I can't believe you would even think that. You know how much I love the two of you together. I helped you two get together in the first place."
"Fine. You love us together. I know that. Sorry. It's just this is going to be the hardest thing I will ever have to do. And I just don't want to." Okay, I admit. I started to whine. Seventeen year olds should be past whining.
"I know you don't need to hear this, but then, you shouldn't have kissed another guy."
I glared at her. Not because I was pissed, but because she was right.
I spent every day with Miranda, avoiding Gordo. I really didn't want to see him. And I needed to spend some time with Miranda. But, now, we leave for D.C. tomorrow. And I have to tell him then. Which makes it even worse.
A/N: This chapter seems awkward. I don't know.
