Chapter 14: Forgive Me?
A/N: I KNOW this story is pathetic, okay? But just don't FLAME me for it. I have enough pressure as it is! I happen to be a retarded little eleven-year- old who happens to be obsessed by Lizzie McGuire and likes to write. So what? It's not a M/G story (I know that all there is on ff.net is L/G, but I am like hugest L/G shipper, and I can NOT write anything else). This is another Lizzie and Gordo end happily ever after story, like all the OTHERS I write. It's just my STYLE. I can't write endings where someone dies or they break up. I just CAN'T, okay? Maybe I will when I'm OLDER, but I can't NOW. So if your in the mood for fluffy, sappy, happy-ending stories, you know who to call.
Okay, enough ranting from me. I have ISTEP/TerraNova testing going on this week, and man, is that a pain in the neck, so I'm really testy. Nice reviews please!
LOL, NONE of you guessed right. It is Boy Meet World, when Shawn and Topanga have to do that commercial and Cory feels so jealous... this is based on that. I LOVE that show, and that episode too, so...
I made up two words! Obsane and stetsing! Obsane (my friends Elena and Margaret thought that was a real word), means obsessive and insane (kinda like me), and stetsing... I think it means like, fretting. Like someone would say, "Stop stetsing! It's just a lame test. No reason to be obsane." Tell me what you think!
Poor little Gordo. He's experiencing all of this pain... to find out more, read below. Short, rushed chapter, the regular. Evanescence rocks! (Where'd that come from?)
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Gordo's POV
I slapped myself. How could I have ever thought that she would have liked someone like me? Gordo? What a joke. I wasn't even mad at her for making out with that Brian guy. I mean, I deserved it, acting like an idiot, acting as if she was my girlfriend.
I plunked down onto my bed and started to sob.
I wanted her bad. Real bad.
I sighed. She was making my grammar go nuts, too. It was bad*ly*, not bad.
I couldn't even imagine feeling my lips against mine anymore. I had screwed everything up. My fantasies of her marrying me, her loving me, were all gone. I ached for just one look, one smile from her. Was that so much to ask?
I knew she didn't want me. I didn't deserve her. I mean, if she wanted me, would she have been at the Digital Bean, kissing the guy she said she'd never get romantically interested in. She lied to me.
Why?
Pity, or course. She felt sorry for the sad excuse for a human being. (aka me) She didn't want me to feel pain. I had enough already.
"Gordo, you are such an idiot." I looked at my reflection in the mirror.
"No, you aren't." I heard a voice in the door way. "I am."
I knew that voice.
I turned around. "Lizzie?" I asked, not sure if I was hallucinating or what.
"No, it's Eliza." She scoffed. "Duh it's me."
"What are you doing here?"
'Probably another pity visit,' I figured.
She bowed her head. "I'll go if you want me to."
Go!? Was she insane? The last thing I wanted was for her to go, for her to leave me. I wanted her to stay with me forever. But I was mad at her, and even if it was the slightest bit, I couldn't let her think that I was sorry for what I said. Because I wasn't.
"Yeah. Go." I said quietly.
What was *that*!?
She began to leave the room somberly when I ran after her.
"Liz, wait!" I exclaimed.
She spun around. "Look, Gordo, I'm really sorry, okay? I... just let me explain, please?"
Explain? What did she have to explain? There was nothing to explain except why she was here.
"Explain what?" I asked, looking at her seriously.
"You know... why I kissed Brian."
Did she have to explain that? It was simple. She liked him. Duh. Was it any more complicated than that? She liked him, she kissed him, she killed me. Um... not much to explain there.
"Okay, shoot." I said, confused.
She sat down on his bed. "I... I was jealous of you and Miranda. You were spending so much time with her, and not any with me. And I KNOW I saw you guys acting a little more than friends at some points. You know, you ditched our five-week anniversary for her, and you stood me up at the park, so I was really mad. So then I got this idea." She took a deep breath.
"I could pretend as if Brian was my boyfriend, and you'd be jealous and then we'd get back together. But it didn't work. I didn't mean to kiss him, honest. But you just weren't LOOKING, and I had to get your attention somehow. But then... this happened. So don't think that I'm cheating on you, Gordo. I could never do something like that. I love you way to much to do that. If you hate me, that's okay, too, because I deserve it."
I blinked and let it all sink in.
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Lizzie's POV
He just stared at me. This apology thing was harder than I had expected. 'Say something,' I pleaded.
"You... what?" His jaw dropped open. "You thought Miranda and I... you don't like Bri... you love me?"
I looked at the ground and started crying.
"Five-week anniversary... oh, my god." He shook his head.
He muttered half-sentences for a few minutes, and then looked at me.
"I don't get it." He said.
What was there not to get? I explained everything, didn't I? Wasn't this the part where he'd scream 'GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, I HATE YOU!'? This was just all too much. I couldn't handle this. He really did despise me.
I remained silent and kicked my shoe as the remains of the tears streamed down my cheeks. "Sorry." I whispered.
"You really love me?" He asked, scooting a little closer to me on the bed.
I nodded. "It's hard not to fall in love with you." I said quietly.
He wrapped his arms around me tightly. "You don't like Brian?"
"No way! Are you kidding!? I paid him twenty bucks to get you back!" I exclaimed.
What the heck was going on? He was hugging me! This was not turning out as I had expected.
He raised his eyebrows. "And it was a little scheme because you were jealous of Miranda and me?"
GOD, YES! How many times did this man need this repeated?
"Yeah."
A grin crept onto his face. "You love me."
I rolled my eyes. "Yes, Gordo."
"Say it." He demanded, looking to my eyes.
"I love you." I said plainly.
"Personalize it."
Ma, what was he, insane?
"I love you, Gordo!" I almost shouted.
He smiled again. "You don't hate me?"
I shook my head. "Never."
He hugged me again. "I'm so sorry, Lizzie." He said, stroking my hair slowly and tucking a loose strand behind my ear. "I can't believe I forgot out anniversary. I was such a creep."
"Did you get me anything?" I asked anxiously.
"Yeah, I... did." He raised his eyebrows. "Does that mean that we're together again?"
"Gordo..." I kissed him on the cheek. "We were always together... but consider this a probation period."
He grinned. "You mean you'll be my girlfriend?" He asked eagerly.
"I'm all yours."
A/N: This is REALLY what an apology is like. In stories, and in the movies, it's so long-winded and blah, but really, it's usually just a little misunderstanding. I like this chappie. So realistic. LOL, and it's long. That's always a plus.
A/N: I KNOW this story is pathetic, okay? But just don't FLAME me for it. I have enough pressure as it is! I happen to be a retarded little eleven-year- old who happens to be obsessed by Lizzie McGuire and likes to write. So what? It's not a M/G story (I know that all there is on ff.net is L/G, but I am like hugest L/G shipper, and I can NOT write anything else). This is another Lizzie and Gordo end happily ever after story, like all the OTHERS I write. It's just my STYLE. I can't write endings where someone dies or they break up. I just CAN'T, okay? Maybe I will when I'm OLDER, but I can't NOW. So if your in the mood for fluffy, sappy, happy-ending stories, you know who to call.
Okay, enough ranting from me. I have ISTEP/TerraNova testing going on this week, and man, is that a pain in the neck, so I'm really testy. Nice reviews please!
LOL, NONE of you guessed right. It is Boy Meet World, when Shawn and Topanga have to do that commercial and Cory feels so jealous... this is based on that. I LOVE that show, and that episode too, so...
I made up two words! Obsane and stetsing! Obsane (my friends Elena and Margaret thought that was a real word), means obsessive and insane (kinda like me), and stetsing... I think it means like, fretting. Like someone would say, "Stop stetsing! It's just a lame test. No reason to be obsane." Tell me what you think!
Poor little Gordo. He's experiencing all of this pain... to find out more, read below. Short, rushed chapter, the regular. Evanescence rocks! (Where'd that come from?)
***
Gordo's POV
I slapped myself. How could I have ever thought that she would have liked someone like me? Gordo? What a joke. I wasn't even mad at her for making out with that Brian guy. I mean, I deserved it, acting like an idiot, acting as if she was my girlfriend.
I plunked down onto my bed and started to sob.
I wanted her bad. Real bad.
I sighed. She was making my grammar go nuts, too. It was bad*ly*, not bad.
I couldn't even imagine feeling my lips against mine anymore. I had screwed everything up. My fantasies of her marrying me, her loving me, were all gone. I ached for just one look, one smile from her. Was that so much to ask?
I knew she didn't want me. I didn't deserve her. I mean, if she wanted me, would she have been at the Digital Bean, kissing the guy she said she'd never get romantically interested in. She lied to me.
Why?
Pity, or course. She felt sorry for the sad excuse for a human being. (aka me) She didn't want me to feel pain. I had enough already.
"Gordo, you are such an idiot." I looked at my reflection in the mirror.
"No, you aren't." I heard a voice in the door way. "I am."
I knew that voice.
I turned around. "Lizzie?" I asked, not sure if I was hallucinating or what.
"No, it's Eliza." She scoffed. "Duh it's me."
"What are you doing here?"
'Probably another pity visit,' I figured.
She bowed her head. "I'll go if you want me to."
Go!? Was she insane? The last thing I wanted was for her to go, for her to leave me. I wanted her to stay with me forever. But I was mad at her, and even if it was the slightest bit, I couldn't let her think that I was sorry for what I said. Because I wasn't.
"Yeah. Go." I said quietly.
What was *that*!?
She began to leave the room somberly when I ran after her.
"Liz, wait!" I exclaimed.
She spun around. "Look, Gordo, I'm really sorry, okay? I... just let me explain, please?"
Explain? What did she have to explain? There was nothing to explain except why she was here.
"Explain what?" I asked, looking at her seriously.
"You know... why I kissed Brian."
Did she have to explain that? It was simple. She liked him. Duh. Was it any more complicated than that? She liked him, she kissed him, she killed me. Um... not much to explain there.
"Okay, shoot." I said, confused.
She sat down on his bed. "I... I was jealous of you and Miranda. You were spending so much time with her, and not any with me. And I KNOW I saw you guys acting a little more than friends at some points. You know, you ditched our five-week anniversary for her, and you stood me up at the park, so I was really mad. So then I got this idea." She took a deep breath.
"I could pretend as if Brian was my boyfriend, and you'd be jealous and then we'd get back together. But it didn't work. I didn't mean to kiss him, honest. But you just weren't LOOKING, and I had to get your attention somehow. But then... this happened. So don't think that I'm cheating on you, Gordo. I could never do something like that. I love you way to much to do that. If you hate me, that's okay, too, because I deserve it."
I blinked and let it all sink in.
***
Lizzie's POV
He just stared at me. This apology thing was harder than I had expected. 'Say something,' I pleaded.
"You... what?" His jaw dropped open. "You thought Miranda and I... you don't like Bri... you love me?"
I looked at the ground and started crying.
"Five-week anniversary... oh, my god." He shook his head.
He muttered half-sentences for a few minutes, and then looked at me.
"I don't get it." He said.
What was there not to get? I explained everything, didn't I? Wasn't this the part where he'd scream 'GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, I HATE YOU!'? This was just all too much. I couldn't handle this. He really did despise me.
I remained silent and kicked my shoe as the remains of the tears streamed down my cheeks. "Sorry." I whispered.
"You really love me?" He asked, scooting a little closer to me on the bed.
I nodded. "It's hard not to fall in love with you." I said quietly.
He wrapped his arms around me tightly. "You don't like Brian?"
"No way! Are you kidding!? I paid him twenty bucks to get you back!" I exclaimed.
What the heck was going on? He was hugging me! This was not turning out as I had expected.
He raised his eyebrows. "And it was a little scheme because you were jealous of Miranda and me?"
GOD, YES! How many times did this man need this repeated?
"Yeah."
A grin crept onto his face. "You love me."
I rolled my eyes. "Yes, Gordo."
"Say it." He demanded, looking to my eyes.
"I love you." I said plainly.
"Personalize it."
Ma, what was he, insane?
"I love you, Gordo!" I almost shouted.
He smiled again. "You don't hate me?"
I shook my head. "Never."
He hugged me again. "I'm so sorry, Lizzie." He said, stroking my hair slowly and tucking a loose strand behind my ear. "I can't believe I forgot out anniversary. I was such a creep."
"Did you get me anything?" I asked anxiously.
"Yeah, I... did." He raised his eyebrows. "Does that mean that we're together again?"
"Gordo..." I kissed him on the cheek. "We were always together... but consider this a probation period."
He grinned. "You mean you'll be my girlfriend?" He asked eagerly.
"I'm all yours."
A/N: This is REALLY what an apology is like. In stories, and in the movies, it's so long-winded and blah, but really, it's usually just a little misunderstanding. I like this chappie. So realistic. LOL, and it's long. That's always a plus.
