Chapter 11: Trissa and Derek
A/N: *sighs* Once again, thank you for the few reviews. (You get what I'm hinting at here?) MORE REVIEWS, PEOPLE! I know there's no more L/G anymore, but hey, I'm sorry. I need a plot, not just fluffy L/Gness. (That'd be cool, though.)
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Lizzie POV
It was so unfair! I glanced at them again, just to see Miranda giggle away when Gordo said something funny. I glared at them. That was supposed to be me, saying, "Gordo, you crack me up!" and then he would smile and I would melt... oh, god, I had to get out of this stupid daydreaming habit!
They weren't making anything easier for me. I snapped my head back to the table, and faced Mac. "Hey, Mac, you know what? I change my mind. I'd love to go out with you." I smiled at him warmly.
He raised his eyebrows. "Wow! Really!" He squeaked, and then cleared his throat. "I mean... whatever happened to your boyfriend?" He said sweetly, but in a much deeper voice.
Although I wasn't Mac's biggest fan, I knew that he was a sweet guy. I knew he really liked me, and I couldn't lie to him. I couldn't use him like that, no matter how badly I wanted Gordo back. "Look, um... Mac..."
I told him the whole story, from day one. I told him how I got amnesia, got we got together, how this show was supposed to bring us closer together, and how Miranda seemed to be spending more time with him than necessary. He seemed to understand perfectly.
"So you want me to make him jealous?" He asked.
I nodded.
"What's in it for me?"
I scrunched my eyebrows together. I never thought Mac was that type of guy, making bets and saying 'what's in it for me', but you never know... people can surprise you.
"Um... you get to kiss me and flirt with me... isn't that enough?" I tried.
He frowned. "No."
I sighed heavily. "Fine. Twenty bucks, Mac?"
"It's a deal." He nodded. "And the name's Brian."
"Okay."
We shook on it.
I knew it was going to be hard, but man, was it going to be worth it when Gordo saw us together and came running to me, begging for mercy.
I smirked.
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I shook my head as the director placed me on the couch. "Come here, Derek." I cooed softly enough do it was loud enough for Gordo to hear, but he wasn't anywhere in sight.
"Okay, Brian, get on top of her."
I had to use all of my might from gagging when he sat down on top of me. See, in this scene, Trissa and Derek are making out, and are interrupted by Kyle and Skye. And since Gordo was Kyle, I was taking every second of it to make sure that it looked like I was enjoying kissing Brian. This was such a great plan that I was afraid of it.
"And... action!"
Brian leaned forward, and I kind of pulled him down onto me. Soon we were rolling around on the couch, and yes, it was so utterly disgusting that just the mention of it was going to make me blow cookies.
'Come on, Gordo. Get in here.' I thought as Brian kissed me a little deeper and I almost shuddered. 'Look at your girlfriend, kissing another guy.'
Skye and Kyle came bursting through the door.
"Okay, I thought about it, and we are *definitely* up for..." Skye looked at the couple with raised eyebrows. "Sorry if we interrupted something!" She shouted, as if trying to get our attention.
We snapped apart and sat up, and I glanced at Gordo's face to see if he was burning up with jealousy. He didn't look jealous at ALL! He didn't even look a little concerned! It seemed as if he didn't care at all!
"Oh, um, sorry." Derek blushed.
Kyle sighed. "Anyway, as we said, we've decided that we're going."
I widened my eyes like I was supposed to. "You mean to the concert! Alone!?" I exclaimed. "You're going to drive to LA?"
"Yup."
I forgot that next it was my line. I was so content on staring at Gordo's arm, wrapped around Miranda's waist. I was oozing jealousy. 'Stupid show!' I thought. 'If they had done everything right, I would be the one that Gordo would've had his arm around.
He would've surprised me on our anniversary with a bouquet of flowers. He would've been at the park that day, and we'd play in the rain. He would have kissed me when I felt bad about messing up my lines. If only...
"Lizzie?" Gordo asked.
I looked at him dreamily. "Yeah, Gordo?" I fluttered my eyelashes at him, not knowing what the heck I was doing.
"Um... it's your line."
I mentally slapped myself. This wasn't working. There had to be more. Like the Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe. I was going to haunt him, flirting with Brian under his nose all the time, and it would drive him so insane that he'd just burst.
Plan B, here I come.
A/N: She seems really evil, right? Well, love does crazy things to people. She really wants him back. I would, too, if he was flirting with my best friend! Stay tuned for the next chappie, (dun-dun-dun) Lookie Here! R&R Please. ^_^
A/N: *sighs* Once again, thank you for the few reviews. (You get what I'm hinting at here?) MORE REVIEWS, PEOPLE! I know there's no more L/G anymore, but hey, I'm sorry. I need a plot, not just fluffy L/Gness. (That'd be cool, though.)
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Lizzie POV
It was so unfair! I glanced at them again, just to see Miranda giggle away when Gordo said something funny. I glared at them. That was supposed to be me, saying, "Gordo, you crack me up!" and then he would smile and I would melt... oh, god, I had to get out of this stupid daydreaming habit!
They weren't making anything easier for me. I snapped my head back to the table, and faced Mac. "Hey, Mac, you know what? I change my mind. I'd love to go out with you." I smiled at him warmly.
He raised his eyebrows. "Wow! Really!" He squeaked, and then cleared his throat. "I mean... whatever happened to your boyfriend?" He said sweetly, but in a much deeper voice.
Although I wasn't Mac's biggest fan, I knew that he was a sweet guy. I knew he really liked me, and I couldn't lie to him. I couldn't use him like that, no matter how badly I wanted Gordo back. "Look, um... Mac..."
I told him the whole story, from day one. I told him how I got amnesia, got we got together, how this show was supposed to bring us closer together, and how Miranda seemed to be spending more time with him than necessary. He seemed to understand perfectly.
"So you want me to make him jealous?" He asked.
I nodded.
"What's in it for me?"
I scrunched my eyebrows together. I never thought Mac was that type of guy, making bets and saying 'what's in it for me', but you never know... people can surprise you.
"Um... you get to kiss me and flirt with me... isn't that enough?" I tried.
He frowned. "No."
I sighed heavily. "Fine. Twenty bucks, Mac?"
"It's a deal." He nodded. "And the name's Brian."
"Okay."
We shook on it.
I knew it was going to be hard, but man, was it going to be worth it when Gordo saw us together and came running to me, begging for mercy.
I smirked.
***
I shook my head as the director placed me on the couch. "Come here, Derek." I cooed softly enough do it was loud enough for Gordo to hear, but he wasn't anywhere in sight.
"Okay, Brian, get on top of her."
I had to use all of my might from gagging when he sat down on top of me. See, in this scene, Trissa and Derek are making out, and are interrupted by Kyle and Skye. And since Gordo was Kyle, I was taking every second of it to make sure that it looked like I was enjoying kissing Brian. This was such a great plan that I was afraid of it.
"And... action!"
Brian leaned forward, and I kind of pulled him down onto me. Soon we were rolling around on the couch, and yes, it was so utterly disgusting that just the mention of it was going to make me blow cookies.
'Come on, Gordo. Get in here.' I thought as Brian kissed me a little deeper and I almost shuddered. 'Look at your girlfriend, kissing another guy.'
Skye and Kyle came bursting through the door.
"Okay, I thought about it, and we are *definitely* up for..." Skye looked at the couple with raised eyebrows. "Sorry if we interrupted something!" She shouted, as if trying to get our attention.
We snapped apart and sat up, and I glanced at Gordo's face to see if he was burning up with jealousy. He didn't look jealous at ALL! He didn't even look a little concerned! It seemed as if he didn't care at all!
"Oh, um, sorry." Derek blushed.
Kyle sighed. "Anyway, as we said, we've decided that we're going."
I widened my eyes like I was supposed to. "You mean to the concert! Alone!?" I exclaimed. "You're going to drive to LA?"
"Yup."
I forgot that next it was my line. I was so content on staring at Gordo's arm, wrapped around Miranda's waist. I was oozing jealousy. 'Stupid show!' I thought. 'If they had done everything right, I would be the one that Gordo would've had his arm around.
He would've surprised me on our anniversary with a bouquet of flowers. He would've been at the park that day, and we'd play in the rain. He would have kissed me when I felt bad about messing up my lines. If only...
"Lizzie?" Gordo asked.
I looked at him dreamily. "Yeah, Gordo?" I fluttered my eyelashes at him, not knowing what the heck I was doing.
"Um... it's your line."
I mentally slapped myself. This wasn't working. There had to be more. Like the Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe. I was going to haunt him, flirting with Brian under his nose all the time, and it would drive him so insane that he'd just burst.
Plan B, here I come.
A/N: She seems really evil, right? Well, love does crazy things to people. She really wants him back. I would, too, if he was flirting with my best friend! Stay tuned for the next chappie, (dun-dun-dun) Lookie Here! R&R Please. ^_^
