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~Lock Down~
Chapter 5
"What?" All the air has escaped his lungs. He is reaching for the chair next to him, trying to find something to lean on, so he won't fall over.
"Do-do you love me?" She repeats. She can't seem to breathe either. She is shaking, nervously, and with anticipation. Was this why Isabella locked them in here? Did Gordo really mean what he accidentally said? That he loves her?
"IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII…" He's incapable of talking. He is frozen in place. He desperately wants to run, bolt from the room. The door is locked, but maybe it's not too late to dive off the balcony and save himself.
She walks towards him, biting her lip hard to keep from crying.
"Tell me." Her voice is soft, but firm, direct.
He still won't talk. He is staring at his shoes again. There are big tears forming in his eyes. Here he is, on the brink of confessing his unending, undying love for the only girl who would ever matter to him, and he is frozen, incapable of words.
Every second his heart is tearing further and further apart, and hers is crumbling, breaking, piece by piece.
She takes one step closer and lays her hand on his arm.
He looks up. She can see that he's biting his own lip. Any harder and he'll bite right through. He is so close to tears that her heart shatters once again, until the pieces are barely clinging together.
Their eyes are locked together. She will not let him look away.
"Do you love me?" She cannot speak. She only mouths the words. They are so close that he hears her anyway.
His eyes are screaming at her. "Yes! Yes! Yes! I love you, Lizzie, I love you!"
She is drowning in his wide eyes. They are so close, co close, she can almost taste him.
She dives into his eyes, kissing his lips.
His eyes fly open. His heart is beating too fast for him. His breath isn't coming, and he wouldn't be able to either, since all he knows is and all he is is making him kiss Lizzie harder and harder.
She pulls back from him.
He is still breathless. He's sucking in air in short gasps, unable to take his eyes off her.
"Lizzie – I –" He's about to say the words that will change his world forever, when Lizzie's hands come out of no where and shove him backwards onto the bed behind them.
He is surprised at how rough she is with him. At first he thinks she is still angry with him, but then she crawls onto the bed with him, pushing him back into the soft, down pillows. He sees in her eyes, not anger, but a fiery passion, directed towards him.
She lunges forward, pressing her lips against his. Fireworks erupt inside both of them. They are reaching towards each other, pulling closer, closer.
Neither of them hears the door open. Neither of them hears the footsteps treading on the plush carpet. Neither of them is aware of a third's presence in the room until they hear a voice say, "So, you've made up, then?"
Lizzie rips herself off Gordo drawing in her breath quickly.
"I—" she begins.
"Never mind." Isabella smiles at them. "I know that look. You are in love, the pair of you. I knew it."
Lizzie and Gordo are sporting matching smiles. They have found the only love they will ever need – in each other.
"You know," Isabella says, striding over to the door. "It wasn't locked."
"But I-" Lizzie starts. "I tried to open it – it was locked – it was!"
Isabella smiles and turns the doorknob easily.
"You didn't try the door," Isabella says, "did you, Lizzie?"
A blush is creeping over her face. "No," she admits, head held low.
Gordo seems overjoyed by this. "You really did want to hear what I had to say, didn't you?"
She looks at him, a look of the deepest affection in her eyes. "Always."
He grins, his face alight with…everything. He kisses her again and Isabella steps out, quietly. They don't notice. As far as they're concerned, nobody else matters. Isabella dims the lights as she leaves. Lizzie and Gordo lay on the soft bed together, sharing sweet kisses and soft words.
They are two best friends, hopelessly in love with each other. And that's all they'll ever need.
~*The End*~
