A/N: I am updating! Insanity, I tell you. Pure insanity. Mainly because I
am working the next three days and there's a possibility that I will be
sleeping in my tent again on Saturday. And well, my social life went from
nothing to everyday being out. I had to take a personal day today, though.
Took a nap, that fun stuff. And now, I have decided the big kicker of a
chapter should start being typed if not finished. I never like anything I
write anyways.
Reviews:
Tanguay40: I'm excited to see how Gordo reacts as well, because I haven't ever written such a plot for them, especially one where Gordo is upset with her.
BrownEyedGurl: Hm, I never thought of it like that. I suppose that works.
Chapter 3: Confessing Part 2
~Lizzie~
"Sit next to me?" Somebody whispered in my ear at (checks watch) 5 in the morning. Too early to be up.
I turn around and see Gordo. Finally. After not seeing him in I don't even know how long. I couldn't help but push aside anything I need to tell him (i.e. Ryan) and smile. I missed him. "Who else would I sit with?" I finally answer.
"Whoever you've been spending these past couple of days with." He didn't sound hurt or anything when he said it. But it wasn't like he was happy either.
"Miranda is not here as you know. I needed a few girl days before leaving her again."
"I know. And I understand. Although, I don't know how you could ever get sick of me." To be perfectly honest, neither do I.
"Come on, let's go get on that bus."
We both walked onto our bus, Bus 1. I was so happy at the meeting before the trip when buses were announced and Gordo was on mine. And I still am. To some extent. I'm glad the bus was dark and held many sleeping bodies. I wasn't the only one who didn't want to be sitting in front of Hillridge High School waiting to leave for the airport.
"We're sitting next to each other on the plane, right?" He asked me once we were finally on our way.
"Why are so worried?" Does he know something? Did Miranda talk to him.
"I don't know. I thought, maybe you'd want to sit with Rachel, you know your roommate."
"Do you want to sit with Jack?" His roommate.
"No. I want to sit with you."
"And I want to sit with you. Rachel and Jack can just, sit together or something."
"Alright. Wake me when we get to the airport." He stretched out in the seat and leaned his head against the window.
Would it be really bad if I told him on the plane? I mean, he could like, cause some sort of damage to the plane or something.
And I just don't want to. I hate having to do things you don't want to do. They suck.
Miss Ungermeyer stood up a little bit later. "We are here. Please exit in an orderly fashion."
"Gordo. Wake up." I shook him. He stirred and looked at me. "We're at the airport."
"Good. I'm up." He stretched some more and finally stood.
Gordo and I had gotten into line fast and were given seats next to each other. A window and an aisle. "Window or aisle?" He asked me.
"I'll take the aisle. As long as you'll let me look out."
He sighed and rolled his eyes, "If I must."
= On the Plane =
"Gordo, can we talk about something?" What? My brain did not just okay that sentence. Whoever is working up there is fired!
"Yeah. What's up?" He looked at me expectantly.
Just say nothing. Nothing. You want to talk about nothing. "Can you look away for a minute?"
"Why?"
Yeah, why? Because when I tell him, I won't have to see his face. What am I four? Grow up. "Never mind. Stay looking at me."
"Okay." There's that look. That quizzical, what is my girlfriend on look. "What do you want to talk about?"
"Us." I timidly responded. He immediately got scared.
"What about us?" He coked out.
"What would you do if I-"
"Lizzie, are you trying to break up with me?" He cut me off.
"No. Oh God, no. Never. I'm just trying to tell you something that you need to know. While I was in Florida, this boy, sort of kissed me." I'm just going to cower in that corner over there.
"He kissed you?" I nodded. "You didn't kiss him?" I hesitated. "Great. And you don't want to break up with me. You just want to cheat on me and break my heart like it's nothing."
"Gordo, no. You know I love you. I swear-"
"Lizzie, if you loved me, we wouldn't be having this conversation. When you're in love with someone, you don't want to hurt them. You hurt me. You were never just my girlfriend, Lizzie, you were my best friend. Best friends don't do that to each other."
"So you hate me?" I had started to cry. I wasn't going to make him believe today that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.
"I could never hate you. I just can't be there anymore."
"Please don't say that. You don't mean it."
Best. Friends. Means. You. Get. What. You. Deserve.
A/N: Taking Back Sunday owns me. There's the fateful chapter.
Reviews:
Tanguay40: I'm excited to see how Gordo reacts as well, because I haven't ever written such a plot for them, especially one where Gordo is upset with her.
BrownEyedGurl: Hm, I never thought of it like that. I suppose that works.
Chapter 3: Confessing Part 2
~Lizzie~
"Sit next to me?" Somebody whispered in my ear at (checks watch) 5 in the morning. Too early to be up.
I turn around and see Gordo. Finally. After not seeing him in I don't even know how long. I couldn't help but push aside anything I need to tell him (i.e. Ryan) and smile. I missed him. "Who else would I sit with?" I finally answer.
"Whoever you've been spending these past couple of days with." He didn't sound hurt or anything when he said it. But it wasn't like he was happy either.
"Miranda is not here as you know. I needed a few girl days before leaving her again."
"I know. And I understand. Although, I don't know how you could ever get sick of me." To be perfectly honest, neither do I.
"Come on, let's go get on that bus."
We both walked onto our bus, Bus 1. I was so happy at the meeting before the trip when buses were announced and Gordo was on mine. And I still am. To some extent. I'm glad the bus was dark and held many sleeping bodies. I wasn't the only one who didn't want to be sitting in front of Hillridge High School waiting to leave for the airport.
"We're sitting next to each other on the plane, right?" He asked me once we were finally on our way.
"Why are so worried?" Does he know something? Did Miranda talk to him.
"I don't know. I thought, maybe you'd want to sit with Rachel, you know your roommate."
"Do you want to sit with Jack?" His roommate.
"No. I want to sit with you."
"And I want to sit with you. Rachel and Jack can just, sit together or something."
"Alright. Wake me when we get to the airport." He stretched out in the seat and leaned his head against the window.
Would it be really bad if I told him on the plane? I mean, he could like, cause some sort of damage to the plane or something.
And I just don't want to. I hate having to do things you don't want to do. They suck.
Miss Ungermeyer stood up a little bit later. "We are here. Please exit in an orderly fashion."
"Gordo. Wake up." I shook him. He stirred and looked at me. "We're at the airport."
"Good. I'm up." He stretched some more and finally stood.
Gordo and I had gotten into line fast and were given seats next to each other. A window and an aisle. "Window or aisle?" He asked me.
"I'll take the aisle. As long as you'll let me look out."
He sighed and rolled his eyes, "If I must."
= On the Plane =
"Gordo, can we talk about something?" What? My brain did not just okay that sentence. Whoever is working up there is fired!
"Yeah. What's up?" He looked at me expectantly.
Just say nothing. Nothing. You want to talk about nothing. "Can you look away for a minute?"
"Why?"
Yeah, why? Because when I tell him, I won't have to see his face. What am I four? Grow up. "Never mind. Stay looking at me."
"Okay." There's that look. That quizzical, what is my girlfriend on look. "What do you want to talk about?"
"Us." I timidly responded. He immediately got scared.
"What about us?" He coked out.
"What would you do if I-"
"Lizzie, are you trying to break up with me?" He cut me off.
"No. Oh God, no. Never. I'm just trying to tell you something that you need to know. While I was in Florida, this boy, sort of kissed me." I'm just going to cower in that corner over there.
"He kissed you?" I nodded. "You didn't kiss him?" I hesitated. "Great. And you don't want to break up with me. You just want to cheat on me and break my heart like it's nothing."
"Gordo, no. You know I love you. I swear-"
"Lizzie, if you loved me, we wouldn't be having this conversation. When you're in love with someone, you don't want to hurt them. You hurt me. You were never just my girlfriend, Lizzie, you were my best friend. Best friends don't do that to each other."
"So you hate me?" I had started to cry. I wasn't going to make him believe today that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.
"I could never hate you. I just can't be there anymore."
"Please don't say that. You don't mean it."
Best. Friends. Means. You. Get. What. You. Deserve.
A/N: Taking Back Sunday owns me. There's the fateful chapter.
