Chapter 15: 11 on a 1-10 Scale
A/N: Yes, I feel very shameful for not knowing that Addicted is by Simple Plan. In fact, I knew that, just at the moment I had forgotten and wrote it down cuz it was really bugging me so I had to ask. Really! I swear I knew. ^_^ I may not know my state capitals, but peeps, I know my music. Trust me, I do. I am music crazy! Ask me who was number 7 on TRL two weeks ago, and I know! (actually I don't, but I know my music!)
Um... yeah. If anyone wants to talk, about music, Lizzie McGuire, Hilary Duff, the works, just AIM me; blondette56. I'm on a lot. I KNOW I'm not a blonde... see more of that on my buddy icon...
Last Chapter. WOW. A long, long chapter. Whew-ee! Well, I'm not as sad as I was for Romeo and Juliet, on account of I haven't gotten attached to this much. If you guys ask for a sequel, I'm serious, I will smash you all. This is the sequel to Amnesia, which you guys also requested, and in my policy it strictly says 'no persuading PersonY2K to write sequels'. If I want to, and I have an idea, I will. So there. I'm not writing a sequel to Romeo and Juliet, or The Meaning of Love, either. You have no power over me! Hahaha! (Okay, I sound a little too much Morgan Funston right there.)
I'M SO HAPPY! My crappy radio finally started playing So Yesterday! I've been waiting for this moment forever! Everyone party! In fact, it's on right now! LOL. Really, it is.
You guys, read the Sweet Valley Jr. High book series! Salvador and Elizabeth remind sooooooooooo much of Gordo and Lizzie. (Heck, the girls have the same name!) And plus, they're cool books, and they have cool poems that I use in my stories a lot. In fact, the poem in this chappie is from one of those books... just kinda altered and revised (okay, half of it's my work) by yours truly...
Hey! Another word to add to your vocabulary! Avatone! (a-vuh-tone) It means a light, light pink. Like as in 'Your face is this color of avatone I've never seen before." Tell me what you think!
Okay, enough blabbering. A cute fluffy chapter to show you that they did get back together. Have fun, kids! (All of you are older than me, so that doesn't really sound right, but whatever...)
***
Gordo's POV
"Lizzie..." I whispered in her ear. "Wake up, Lizzie."
I was in Lizzie's room at seven o'clock on Wednesday, ready to start our belated anniversary, with a surprise breakfast in bed. I knew she would love it. It had been a day since we had made up, and we were still on probation, but I wanted to get off of it.
She stirred. "Gordo?" She asked, her eyes fluttering open. She sat up in bed and yawned.
"Hey." I smiled at her.
"Hey. What are you doing here so early?" She paused for a moment. "Not that I don't want you here, but it's just..."
I cut her off. "Happy Belated Fifth Anniversary." I grinned and set a platter full of food down on her lap. It had seemed as if to prepare the meal was impossible, but with the help of my parents, I was able to.
She gasped. "Gordo... pancakes!" She dug in while I watched her admiringly. "My favorite." She mumbled through a mouthful of chocolate-blueberry pancakes.
I smiled. "Mind if I join you?" I asked.
She pulled back her bed covers and motioned for me to sit next to her. "Help yourself." She grinned at me. I crawled into the bed and started eating. Yum.
"You know if my mouth wasn't all sticky from this syrup, I'd kiss you." She said, stabbing at her bacon with a fork.
I opened my mouth wide, and she stuck the fork into it.
"Mmm, it tastes even better when you feed me it." I said, licking my lips.
Lizzie giggled and opened her mouth. I fed her some pancakes, but as soon as the fork touched her lips, she started giggling. "That tickles!" She exclaimed, spraying me with chewed bacon.
"Lizzie!" I cried, grabbing a napkin.
"Oops, sorry." She giggled again, and nestled her head into my shoulder.
***
Lizzie's POV
We wolfed down the rest of the breakfast until we were both about ready to explode. I suggested falling asleep again, but he insisted that he had a full day planned ahead. I didn't listen silently dozed off on his chest, but he woke me up. He dragged me to the park, and just our luck, it started raining.
"Ahhhhh!" I exclaimed, running toward a tree.
Gordo grabbed my waist and didn't let me go. He pulled me closer to him and started whispering in my ears.
"Hey, want to take a walk?" He asked.
I pouted. "No! I don't want to get my hair wet! It's gonna get all gross!"
He let me go and made a sad face. "Okay." He looked at the ground and started to walk on the path.
I smiled and ran after him. Man, was he so cute. "Fine. I'll take a walk with you." I said, kissing him on the cheek.
His eyes lit up like a first grader who found out he can have a popsicle right before dinner. "Yay!" He put his arm around my waist protectively.
"You know, Gordo, no need to pull the 'macho' act on me." I said, pushing his hand off.
He looked at the ground again. "Sorry. I thought you would like that." He said again in that little kid tone that made his so irresistible.
I blushed. "I do."
I closed my eyes and I could tell Gordo was doing the same. I felt the raindrops drip down my face. It was like heaven. We just walked side by side in silence for a few minutes, and then Gordo spoke up.
"Hey, Lizzie?" He asked.
"Yeah?" I said, opening my eyes.
He pulled out a rose from his back pocket. It was a little crumpled up, but looked beautiful all the same. He got down on one knee and started reciting a corny poem that caught my heart.
"You make the sun want to rise
By a blink of your beautiful eyes
A wink could reveal the deepest thing
Your beauty makes the birds sing
When you move, the music starts
When you dance, you dance on my heart
I love the way you talk
I love the way you walk
And sometimes I wonder if you're really mine
Could you forever be my valentine?"
My eyebrows shot up. "It's not valentine's day, Gordo."
He frowned and got up from his kneeling position. "What a way to kill the mood, party pooper."
I smiled. "But I have to say, that was quite touching." I came up to him and gave him a little peck on the cheek.
I hated to admit it, but he honestly looked a little bit disappointed. But I could tell he was trying to hide it with this goofy grin I'd seen many times before. It hurt to see him so sad like that.
I truly was touched by his poem, and wanted to give him a long smooch for it, but we were on probation. I wanted to take it easy just in case he'd get freaky on me.
"No, really, Gordo." I held both of his hands and looked into his eyes. "I loved it."
He smiled again and ran the rose across my cheek. "It's for you." He whispered.
I blushed as he put it in my hair.
"You know, Lizzie, did I ever tell you how... right... you look, drenched in rain water like this?" He asked, replacing the rose on my cheek with his hand.
I blinked. My face was just inches away from his, and I didn't know whether to kiss him or to turn away. "Um... no." I squeaked, my palms sweating.
What was happening? Being this close to Gordo, kissing Gordo, the works, never made me so nervous in my life! What on earth was making me act all hesitant all of a sudden? This had never happened to me before!
"Lizzie... that was a rhetorical question. It didn't *need* an answer. It was supposed make you think this was romantic." He whispered. Our noses were now only four inches apart. His eyes seemed to be sucking me in. "*Do* you think this is romantic?"
"Um..."
His face softened and he stepped away. "Lizzie, is there something wrong?" He asked.
I was unable to say anything.
"Lizzie?"
I stared at him. He was so wonderful, so right, so absolutely perfect. I liked him so much, and yet I was so nervous.
"Did I do something wrong?" He asked softly.
"No..." I shook my head and my lips formed a smiled. "I just... I love you, Gordo."
"Well, I love you too, Lizzie." He hugged me close to him, and just like that, all of my nervousness flew out the window. I rested my chin on his shoulder and we stood there in each other's arms for a few minutes, and I let everything sink in.
Everything was perfect.
***
Gordo's POV
I knew I was overreacting, but it hurt. Lizzie hadn't kissed me all day, not even when I read her the poem. Was I doing something wrong? I loved her to the bottom of my heart, but it still felt bad when she didn't seem to like everything I was doing.
"So..." I said, clicking my tongue as we walked along the shore of the beach.
After the park, we had both gone home and changed, because I had planned a trip to the beach. Thankfully, it stopped raining and the sun came out, and after a few hours of splishing and splashing, the sun started to go down. So Lizzie and I were taking a walk at sunset.
"So..." She sighed.
"Lizzie... can I ask you a question?"
"You just did."
"Can I ask another one, then?"
"You just *did*!"
"Can I ask two more?!"
She smiled. "Sure."
"Okay. Are we still on probation?" I asked, regretting it as soon as it came out of my mouth.
"Um... it depends on how impressed I am at the end of the day."
"On a scale of one to ten, how impressed are you so far?"
"Truthfully?"
"Yeah."
"Nine... nine and a half... something like that."
"You mean it could be better."
"I didn't say that."
"That's what you *meant*. Couldn't it get better?"
"Yeah, it could."
"It could? Like how?"
"Like you could kiss me... you haven't done that all day, you know."
"But if I kiss you now, you're gonna know why I did."
"Exactly."
"So... I can't kiss you?"
"Nope."
"But what if I want to?"
"No."
"But what if I really, really want to?"
"No!"
"But I'm dying to!"
"Sorry, but I said-"
She was interrupted by my lips. I wrapped my arms around her waist, and she kissed back with full force. Man, it felt good to do this again. But you know what? This time it felt better.
I felt her arms go around my neck, and I had to stop from breaking away and blushing.
It was *different*, somehow, than our other kisses. Much more different. I mean, usually I kiss her without thinking, like you would tie your shoe or open your locker. But this time... it felt like our first kiss all over again. That shock lingered up my spine, and when we finally broke apart, this fresh minty feeling remained on my lips.
I pulled her in for another kiss.
And while we were having the best time of our lives, this little kid comes trotting up to us, his parents trailing behind.
"Ewww! Mommy, they're kissing!" I heard him cry out. "Like in the movies!"
We snapped away from the other and stared at the kid, wondering how to respond to such a remark.
Thank the lord, his parents were good-natured. "Mitchell! That's not a nice thing to say!" His mother scolded him, and turned to us. "Sorry if he interrupted anything."
Lizzie erupted into a series of blushes, while I looked straight at the woman. "It's okay." I managed to choke out, and then the family was on their way.
The father stops to talk to me before going on. "Have fun." He whispered, and left.
"Sorry that had to happen." I told Lizzie, who was now sitting down on the sand in her black and white bikini.
She giggled. "I'm kind of glad it did." She said, and with that, wrapped her towel from her waist and ran into the water. "Or else I would have suffocated from not bring able to breathe."
I scoffed and threw off my shirt, and ran toward the ocean. "You didn't just say that!" I exclaimed, chasing after her.
***
Lizzie's POV
After the beach, Gordo treated us to a very romantic dinner.
Burgers and fries.
We had fun, though, a lot more fun that we would have at some boring formal restaurant where you couldn't like the ketchup off each other's fingers. And when dinner was over, he took me to my house so we could watch another rental.
"So... the day's almost over, Lizzie. How do you rate your belated fifth anniversary surprise?" Gordo asked in a stupid announcer's tone.
"Nine and three quarters."
"You mean, it could STILL get better!?" His eye widened.
I nodded. I wasn't sure how, but it definitely *could* get better. It seemed perfect, and I was definitely having the time of my life with him... but it could get better.
I plopped down onto the couch as Gordo put in the video. He sat down next to me. "Well, it better be a ten by the time this is over, or else I'm not gonna be satisfied."
I nuzzled my head into his shoulder as the movie started.
The first half of it, we were both occupied, glued to the screen. But then... in the second half, Gordo started mysteriously tickling me.
"Gordo!" I exclaimed. "What are you doing?"
He laughed as he kept on tickling me.
"Stop it!" I giggled.
But he kept on tickling me. Soon, I was tickling him, and he somehow ended on top of me. We both stopped tickling and shut up.
Utter silence.
Let me tell you that it is *not* comfortable having your boyfriend sitting on top of you and not saying anything about it. There was this tension in the air, tension that couldn't be broken.
He leaned in and kissed me.
At first, I had no clue what was happening, but eventually I kissed back, the movie still playing. It felt really good, as if no one could hurt me, as if nothing could ever happen. I completely forgot about Brian and the show and that stupid probation.
And when we broke apart, he smiled. "Hey, Lizzie, I'm quitting the show. They said that we could test it out for three weeks, right? After three weeks the contract would've made it permanent, right? Well, it hasn't been three weeks. So I'm quitting." He said, ruffling my hair.
I grinned. "Me too."
"So..." He got up from on top of me and sat down next to me. "How do you rate today now? Are we off probation?"
Off probation? DUH! I mean, after all of the sweet things he had done for me that day, he still asked that question?
"I rate it an... eleven." I said, kidding him on the cheek.
"Out of twenty?" His face dropped.
"Out of ten."
His jaw dropped open. "Really?"
I nodded.
"Oh, then I guess you don't want the last part of your present."
"What?" I asked eagerly. What?"
He pulled me closer to him and let me rest my head on his chest. "Here." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a little necklace. At first, I thought it was just a necklace, but then I did a double-take.
"Oh, my god, Gordo! Where'd you get this?" I asked, gasping.
"At Devon's."
It was a silver necklace that I had been drooling over for months! It was really expensive, so I wasn't able to buy it, but... Gordo did.
I grabbed his shirt collar and gave him a huge kiss. "Thanks." I said, when I came up for air.
We fell asleep on top of each other that night.
THE END!
A/N: No end author's note... just review!
A/N: Yes, I feel very shameful for not knowing that Addicted is by Simple Plan. In fact, I knew that, just at the moment I had forgotten and wrote it down cuz it was really bugging me so I had to ask. Really! I swear I knew. ^_^ I may not know my state capitals, but peeps, I know my music. Trust me, I do. I am music crazy! Ask me who was number 7 on TRL two weeks ago, and I know! (actually I don't, but I know my music!)
Um... yeah. If anyone wants to talk, about music, Lizzie McGuire, Hilary Duff, the works, just AIM me; blondette56. I'm on a lot. I KNOW I'm not a blonde... see more of that on my buddy icon...
Last Chapter. WOW. A long, long chapter. Whew-ee! Well, I'm not as sad as I was for Romeo and Juliet, on account of I haven't gotten attached to this much. If you guys ask for a sequel, I'm serious, I will smash you all. This is the sequel to Amnesia, which you guys also requested, and in my policy it strictly says 'no persuading PersonY2K to write sequels'. If I want to, and I have an idea, I will. So there. I'm not writing a sequel to Romeo and Juliet, or The Meaning of Love, either. You have no power over me! Hahaha! (Okay, I sound a little too much Morgan Funston right there.)
I'M SO HAPPY! My crappy radio finally started playing So Yesterday! I've been waiting for this moment forever! Everyone party! In fact, it's on right now! LOL. Really, it is.
You guys, read the Sweet Valley Jr. High book series! Salvador and Elizabeth remind sooooooooooo much of Gordo and Lizzie. (Heck, the girls have the same name!) And plus, they're cool books, and they have cool poems that I use in my stories a lot. In fact, the poem in this chappie is from one of those books... just kinda altered and revised (okay, half of it's my work) by yours truly...
Hey! Another word to add to your vocabulary! Avatone! (a-vuh-tone) It means a light, light pink. Like as in 'Your face is this color of avatone I've never seen before." Tell me what you think!
Okay, enough blabbering. A cute fluffy chapter to show you that they did get back together. Have fun, kids! (All of you are older than me, so that doesn't really sound right, but whatever...)
***
Gordo's POV
"Lizzie..." I whispered in her ear. "Wake up, Lizzie."
I was in Lizzie's room at seven o'clock on Wednesday, ready to start our belated anniversary, with a surprise breakfast in bed. I knew she would love it. It had been a day since we had made up, and we were still on probation, but I wanted to get off of it.
She stirred. "Gordo?" She asked, her eyes fluttering open. She sat up in bed and yawned.
"Hey." I smiled at her.
"Hey. What are you doing here so early?" She paused for a moment. "Not that I don't want you here, but it's just..."
I cut her off. "Happy Belated Fifth Anniversary." I grinned and set a platter full of food down on her lap. It had seemed as if to prepare the meal was impossible, but with the help of my parents, I was able to.
She gasped. "Gordo... pancakes!" She dug in while I watched her admiringly. "My favorite." She mumbled through a mouthful of chocolate-blueberry pancakes.
I smiled. "Mind if I join you?" I asked.
She pulled back her bed covers and motioned for me to sit next to her. "Help yourself." She grinned at me. I crawled into the bed and started eating. Yum.
"You know if my mouth wasn't all sticky from this syrup, I'd kiss you." She said, stabbing at her bacon with a fork.
I opened my mouth wide, and she stuck the fork into it.
"Mmm, it tastes even better when you feed me it." I said, licking my lips.
Lizzie giggled and opened her mouth. I fed her some pancakes, but as soon as the fork touched her lips, she started giggling. "That tickles!" She exclaimed, spraying me with chewed bacon.
"Lizzie!" I cried, grabbing a napkin.
"Oops, sorry." She giggled again, and nestled her head into my shoulder.
***
Lizzie's POV
We wolfed down the rest of the breakfast until we were both about ready to explode. I suggested falling asleep again, but he insisted that he had a full day planned ahead. I didn't listen silently dozed off on his chest, but he woke me up. He dragged me to the park, and just our luck, it started raining.
"Ahhhhh!" I exclaimed, running toward a tree.
Gordo grabbed my waist and didn't let me go. He pulled me closer to him and started whispering in my ears.
"Hey, want to take a walk?" He asked.
I pouted. "No! I don't want to get my hair wet! It's gonna get all gross!"
He let me go and made a sad face. "Okay." He looked at the ground and started to walk on the path.
I smiled and ran after him. Man, was he so cute. "Fine. I'll take a walk with you." I said, kissing him on the cheek.
His eyes lit up like a first grader who found out he can have a popsicle right before dinner. "Yay!" He put his arm around my waist protectively.
"You know, Gordo, no need to pull the 'macho' act on me." I said, pushing his hand off.
He looked at the ground again. "Sorry. I thought you would like that." He said again in that little kid tone that made his so irresistible.
I blushed. "I do."
I closed my eyes and I could tell Gordo was doing the same. I felt the raindrops drip down my face. It was like heaven. We just walked side by side in silence for a few minutes, and then Gordo spoke up.
"Hey, Lizzie?" He asked.
"Yeah?" I said, opening my eyes.
He pulled out a rose from his back pocket. It was a little crumpled up, but looked beautiful all the same. He got down on one knee and started reciting a corny poem that caught my heart.
"You make the sun want to rise
By a blink of your beautiful eyes
A wink could reveal the deepest thing
Your beauty makes the birds sing
When you move, the music starts
When you dance, you dance on my heart
I love the way you talk
I love the way you walk
And sometimes I wonder if you're really mine
Could you forever be my valentine?"
My eyebrows shot up. "It's not valentine's day, Gordo."
He frowned and got up from his kneeling position. "What a way to kill the mood, party pooper."
I smiled. "But I have to say, that was quite touching." I came up to him and gave him a little peck on the cheek.
I hated to admit it, but he honestly looked a little bit disappointed. But I could tell he was trying to hide it with this goofy grin I'd seen many times before. It hurt to see him so sad like that.
I truly was touched by his poem, and wanted to give him a long smooch for it, but we were on probation. I wanted to take it easy just in case he'd get freaky on me.
"No, really, Gordo." I held both of his hands and looked into his eyes. "I loved it."
He smiled again and ran the rose across my cheek. "It's for you." He whispered.
I blushed as he put it in my hair.
"You know, Lizzie, did I ever tell you how... right... you look, drenched in rain water like this?" He asked, replacing the rose on my cheek with his hand.
I blinked. My face was just inches away from his, and I didn't know whether to kiss him or to turn away. "Um... no." I squeaked, my palms sweating.
What was happening? Being this close to Gordo, kissing Gordo, the works, never made me so nervous in my life! What on earth was making me act all hesitant all of a sudden? This had never happened to me before!
"Lizzie... that was a rhetorical question. It didn't *need* an answer. It was supposed make you think this was romantic." He whispered. Our noses were now only four inches apart. His eyes seemed to be sucking me in. "*Do* you think this is romantic?"
"Um..."
His face softened and he stepped away. "Lizzie, is there something wrong?" He asked.
I was unable to say anything.
"Lizzie?"
I stared at him. He was so wonderful, so right, so absolutely perfect. I liked him so much, and yet I was so nervous.
"Did I do something wrong?" He asked softly.
"No..." I shook my head and my lips formed a smiled. "I just... I love you, Gordo."
"Well, I love you too, Lizzie." He hugged me close to him, and just like that, all of my nervousness flew out the window. I rested my chin on his shoulder and we stood there in each other's arms for a few minutes, and I let everything sink in.
Everything was perfect.
***
Gordo's POV
I knew I was overreacting, but it hurt. Lizzie hadn't kissed me all day, not even when I read her the poem. Was I doing something wrong? I loved her to the bottom of my heart, but it still felt bad when she didn't seem to like everything I was doing.
"So..." I said, clicking my tongue as we walked along the shore of the beach.
After the park, we had both gone home and changed, because I had planned a trip to the beach. Thankfully, it stopped raining and the sun came out, and after a few hours of splishing and splashing, the sun started to go down. So Lizzie and I were taking a walk at sunset.
"So..." She sighed.
"Lizzie... can I ask you a question?"
"You just did."
"Can I ask another one, then?"
"You just *did*!"
"Can I ask two more?!"
She smiled. "Sure."
"Okay. Are we still on probation?" I asked, regretting it as soon as it came out of my mouth.
"Um... it depends on how impressed I am at the end of the day."
"On a scale of one to ten, how impressed are you so far?"
"Truthfully?"
"Yeah."
"Nine... nine and a half... something like that."
"You mean it could be better."
"I didn't say that."
"That's what you *meant*. Couldn't it get better?"
"Yeah, it could."
"It could? Like how?"
"Like you could kiss me... you haven't done that all day, you know."
"But if I kiss you now, you're gonna know why I did."
"Exactly."
"So... I can't kiss you?"
"Nope."
"But what if I want to?"
"No."
"But what if I really, really want to?"
"No!"
"But I'm dying to!"
"Sorry, but I said-"
She was interrupted by my lips. I wrapped my arms around her waist, and she kissed back with full force. Man, it felt good to do this again. But you know what? This time it felt better.
I felt her arms go around my neck, and I had to stop from breaking away and blushing.
It was *different*, somehow, than our other kisses. Much more different. I mean, usually I kiss her without thinking, like you would tie your shoe or open your locker. But this time... it felt like our first kiss all over again. That shock lingered up my spine, and when we finally broke apart, this fresh minty feeling remained on my lips.
I pulled her in for another kiss.
And while we were having the best time of our lives, this little kid comes trotting up to us, his parents trailing behind.
"Ewww! Mommy, they're kissing!" I heard him cry out. "Like in the movies!"
We snapped away from the other and stared at the kid, wondering how to respond to such a remark.
Thank the lord, his parents were good-natured. "Mitchell! That's not a nice thing to say!" His mother scolded him, and turned to us. "Sorry if he interrupted anything."
Lizzie erupted into a series of blushes, while I looked straight at the woman. "It's okay." I managed to choke out, and then the family was on their way.
The father stops to talk to me before going on. "Have fun." He whispered, and left.
"Sorry that had to happen." I told Lizzie, who was now sitting down on the sand in her black and white bikini.
She giggled. "I'm kind of glad it did." She said, and with that, wrapped her towel from her waist and ran into the water. "Or else I would have suffocated from not bring able to breathe."
I scoffed and threw off my shirt, and ran toward the ocean. "You didn't just say that!" I exclaimed, chasing after her.
***
Lizzie's POV
After the beach, Gordo treated us to a very romantic dinner.
Burgers and fries.
We had fun, though, a lot more fun that we would have at some boring formal restaurant where you couldn't like the ketchup off each other's fingers. And when dinner was over, he took me to my house so we could watch another rental.
"So... the day's almost over, Lizzie. How do you rate your belated fifth anniversary surprise?" Gordo asked in a stupid announcer's tone.
"Nine and three quarters."
"You mean, it could STILL get better!?" His eye widened.
I nodded. I wasn't sure how, but it definitely *could* get better. It seemed perfect, and I was definitely having the time of my life with him... but it could get better.
I plopped down onto the couch as Gordo put in the video. He sat down next to me. "Well, it better be a ten by the time this is over, or else I'm not gonna be satisfied."
I nuzzled my head into his shoulder as the movie started.
The first half of it, we were both occupied, glued to the screen. But then... in the second half, Gordo started mysteriously tickling me.
"Gordo!" I exclaimed. "What are you doing?"
He laughed as he kept on tickling me.
"Stop it!" I giggled.
But he kept on tickling me. Soon, I was tickling him, and he somehow ended on top of me. We both stopped tickling and shut up.
Utter silence.
Let me tell you that it is *not* comfortable having your boyfriend sitting on top of you and not saying anything about it. There was this tension in the air, tension that couldn't be broken.
He leaned in and kissed me.
At first, I had no clue what was happening, but eventually I kissed back, the movie still playing. It felt really good, as if no one could hurt me, as if nothing could ever happen. I completely forgot about Brian and the show and that stupid probation.
And when we broke apart, he smiled. "Hey, Lizzie, I'm quitting the show. They said that we could test it out for three weeks, right? After three weeks the contract would've made it permanent, right? Well, it hasn't been three weeks. So I'm quitting." He said, ruffling my hair.
I grinned. "Me too."
"So..." He got up from on top of me and sat down next to me. "How do you rate today now? Are we off probation?"
Off probation? DUH! I mean, after all of the sweet things he had done for me that day, he still asked that question?
"I rate it an... eleven." I said, kidding him on the cheek.
"Out of twenty?" His face dropped.
"Out of ten."
His jaw dropped open. "Really?"
I nodded.
"Oh, then I guess you don't want the last part of your present."
"What?" I asked eagerly. What?"
He pulled me closer to him and let me rest my head on his chest. "Here." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a little necklace. At first, I thought it was just a necklace, but then I did a double-take.
"Oh, my god, Gordo! Where'd you get this?" I asked, gasping.
"At Devon's."
It was a silver necklace that I had been drooling over for months! It was really expensive, so I wasn't able to buy it, but... Gordo did.
I grabbed his shirt collar and gave him a huge kiss. "Thanks." I said, when I came up for air.
We fell asleep on top of each other that night.
THE END!
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