Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Lizzie McGuire, Disney does.
Rating: PG-13 (Just to be safe)
Summary: Sequel to the movie. So many things happened after Lizzie and Gordo's kiss. Then one thing leads to another, and who knows? They might get together.
Author's Note: First Lizzie fic. I was inspired by the movie and I have been a follower of the series but couldn't bring myself to write a fic about it until now. I would appreciate all your reviews good or bad ones, but please be kind. Anyway here it goes…
Chapter 1
Whoa! – It's the only word that can describe how I'm feeling right now. Lizzie, my best friend, the girl I've had a secret crush on, just kissed me. Kissed me! Could you believe that? And it wasn't the normal "thank you for being my best friend" kiss, it was… it was… Oh… I guess I'm still confused, what did the kiss mean?
"So…Y-you want to want to head back to the party?" I asked her, stuttering, just to break the awkward silence.
"Ya, I r-really can't afford to get into anymore trouble." She said, and smiled. I love the way she smiles. It's the thing that makes me give up everything for her.
We went back inside and made our way to the elevator. I can feel my heart pounding. I guess both of us have nothing to say to each other. The elevator was now moving down… this was the perfect time. My heart is now screaming that I tell her, that I tell her how much I like her, as more than a friend. Okay losing time now, we're nearly at the ground floor, I can already hear the clicking of cameras and a few screaming fans. It had been a silent trip.
"Hey Lizzie…" I started but the reporters cut me off as they opened the double doors of the elevator.
"Lizzie McGuire, how do you feel about turning into a star overnight?" A blonde reporter asked her. And soon she was bombarded with questions.
"What's your favorite food, Lizzie?"
"Do you still sleep with the light on?"
"We had a report that your little brother is a pure genius, is that true?" Matt stepped in holding his video cam.
"Is this guy your boyfriend?"
"What?" Lizzie exclaimed. "Wait, wait! Gordo," she looked at me. "You were saying something?"
Now everyone's attention was on me. The reporters, cameramen, and even Matt were waiting for my answer. The light was blinding my eyes, and I thought Lizzie was the one who had stage fright, not me. Suddenly, I had an idea.
"N-nothing" I muttered and ran up the stairs. Okay, so maybe it wasn't the best idea, but I had to do something. I opened my room, entered it, locked the door, and sat on my bed. (The one I slept in before I got kicked out of the trip.)
So many things have happened since me and Lizzie went here. I may sound like a parent just now but I've got to admit it, we've grown up. And to top it, we grew up together. But now, it seems that everything is happening so fast. I haven't told anyone this but, I'm scared, scared of what lies ahead of me, but mostly, I'm scared that I may grow up separated from Lizzie, that I may not tell her how I feel before she leaves me. She's wonderful, beautiful more than words could say, she deserved all my love and yet I'm frightened to tell her how I feel, and I don't know why. I've done a lot of thinking, my head hurts. Suddenly there was a knock on my door.
"Wait!" I shouted. "Lizzie? What are you doing here?"
"Nothing," she said.
Okay, nothing. "So, how did you get out of there? They had you cornered, didn't they?"
"Well, I told them just the thing that a celebrity would say," she replied.
"Which is-?"
"No comment." And we laughed. This is one of those times that I'm really glad that I'm friends with Lizzie. "So, the thing you were saying a while ago, what was it?"
"Oh that," my heart was pounding hard again, I hate it. If you could only tell your body parts what to do. "It's nothing, forget it."
"It was clearly not nothing," she aid, as she sat on my bed and grabbed one of my pillows. "You looked like you totally freaked out."
"Just tell her!" my mind screamed. I walked over to the window. The fireworks display was still going on. "Lizzie…" but I decided that I needed to know one more thing. "You know that I don't really like 'girl talk', but I just have to know, did you feel something for Paolo?"
There was silence and I held my breath. If she did then I guess I wouldn't tell her, but if she didn't, then I might. I put emphasis on the "might".
"Honestly?" she asked. "No, I guess I just got caught up in the romance of Rome."
She walked over to where I was standing and watched the fireworks with me. Not tearing her eyes away from the sight she said, "I guess I was infatuated with a good-looking, intelligent, famous, tall, dark, handsome, caring, sweet, and a stupid idiot who lies."
I smiled. "So we have a ratio of 7 to 1, good descriptions to a bad one."
It was her turn to smile. "Yeah, but he broke my trust, and that is very important to me… I mean, you never left me, okay maybe you did, but that was because you covered up for me. I really want to thank you," at this, she looked straight into my eyes. "And I just want to say… umm… I love you… umm… yeah, as my best friend in the whole world."
Then she leaned forward and kissed me again… And it was more beautiful than the fireworks outside. And then I realized, I didn't like Elizabeth Brooke McGuire… I love her. It was just a bit longer than the first one but when it was finished, I was catching my breath. And then she started walking towards the door.
"So… you must be tired already," she said.
"Ya…"
"So… goodnight Gordo…"
"Ya," was all I could say.
And I watched her walk out the door, taking with her another chance lost to tell her how I feel.
