Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Lizzie McGuire, Disney does,
Author's Note: Hello! Second chappie up. Thanks for all your reviews! They were all so great. Anyway, I forgot to say that chappie 1 was written through Gordo's POV and this one is written through Lizzie's. Oh and I apologize in advance as I don't really know how a girl's mind goes so Lizzie might be the least out of character. I'm a guy for crying out loud! Anyway, reviews are all welcome as well as ideas!
Well here it goes…
Chapter 2
Lizzie's POV
Oh my gosh! I kissed him! Again! On the lips! Okay, I should really calm myself down. Wow! I can't believe I kissed my best friend, and I don't know if it's the best or worst part…but I liked it. I mean, yeah, I admit it, after all that's happened, it dawned on me… I love David Zephyr Gordon, my best friend. But I don't want to ruin a perfect friendship that started ever since we were born. That's why I'm pretty confused right now.
"So, goodnight Gordo…" I told him. He must be pretty tired, I know I am.
"Ya…" he said and smiled I guess I really meant it when I sang the line, "When I see you smiling I go, oh! Oh! Oh!"
At that I walked out the door and headed for my room. When I entered it I half expected to see Kate, but I remembered that she was still at the party. Well, I'm pretty glad that she wasn't here. I'm not really in the mood for any conversation right now. I'd rather think about…stuff.
I know I kind of figured out that Gordo likes me, but now, I really believe it. He doesn't necessarily have to do anything; he does it, that's one of the things I love about him. His presence, it's soothing, just knowing that he's there, it makes me do things I never thought I could. He's the reason why I had the courage to do what I did earlier this evening. Though we already graduated from Middle School, he didn't change. He's still the same Gordo I know I could rely on. I know he wouldn't leave me, and now, I know I'd do just the same for him. And I just have to say it, he's kind of cute, and handsome too…
At that she drifted into a very deep and pleasant sleep, thinking about Gordo.
I woke up with a start. Uggh! I still didn't want to get up. This was going to be our last day here. I saw Kate; she was already packing her stuff. I closed my eyes again and thought of stuff. I'm really going to miss this place, so many things happened here. I wonder what will happen when I get back home, could I consider myself famous? Now there's a wacky thought.
"Hey Lizzie!" Kate shouted, tapping my foot, and soon she was shaking me hard. "I know you don't have as much stuff as I do, but you do have to pack, you know?"
I gathered all my strength, sat up, and smiled. Now here's another thing to think about. What will happen to my relived friendship with Kate? Will anything change? I just have to know…
"Kate?" I said, moving towards. I was starting to fidget and my lips were twitching again as if I was approaching "Cheerleader Kate" at school. "I just need to know… Will anything change between us? I mean, when we get back at school?"
I watched her as she slowed down her packing. "Honestly?" she asked. "I don't know. Whatever happens happens I guess. But if you need me, you know where to find me. Okay?" She smiled and gave me a hug. We may not be the best of friends anymore but at least I know that my life in high school won't be that horrible.
"Thanks." I said and started packing as I secretly looked forward to sitting next to Gordo on the plane later.
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"Hey!" I said to Gordo.
'Hey to you too," Gordo said with a smile.
This is finally it. We're boarding our plane. We're leaving Rome for good. All the memories that we had on this trip will be engraved in my heart, forever. I'm sure I will never forget those.
"This is really it, huh?" I asked him.
"Well…yeah…but people will remember you. You're really great." He replied.
"Thanks." I smiled at him as we sat on our chairs. He does say the sweetest things.
The plane finally took off. I could see Rome getting smaller and smaller until all I could see are bright clouds hovering near us. The sight was beautiful. And I loved it more because it was partially hidden by Gordo's big messy curls. I have always liked his hair; it was always fun to play with. I ruffled his hair; I knew he didn't like it very much.
"Stop it!" he said, trying to get my hands off his hair.
"Why should I? Who died and made you king, huh?" I pouted.
"Well no one, just stop it." He said, I knew he wasn't really mad. He looked at the window again and smiled.
"Why are you smiling?" I asked him.
"No-nothing," he was now sniggering to himself.
"What?" I asked, panicking. "Do I have something on my face? Does my outfit look stupid?" I have always been a worrier of how I look.
"It's not about how you look," he said. "You look great. It was the thing you said about kings, I just remembered something."
"What is it?" I asked again.
"You promise you won't laugh?"
"Of course! Why would I?"
"I don't know," he said and looked out the window again. "It's just that I remembered, when we were kids, I thought you were a princess and that you lived in a wonderful castle."
Not that I don't like being mistaken as a princess, but why? "Why?" I repeated aloud.
"How should I know?" he answered. "I was a kid. Maybe because you are…" then he mumbled something I couldn't understand.
"What did you say?" I just realized, I was full of questions today.
"Never mind," he said. "Let's get some rest. It's still a long flight."
"Ya…" I smiled as the plane took us as far as possible from Rome.
