She silently closed the door to her hotel room, just as the first few
rays of sunlight had begun to seep through the heavy curtains. She sighed,
quickly changing into her pajamas and slipping under the covers. She laid
her head back on the soft pillow, hoping that Kate hadn't heard her. She
glanced over fearfully, but found her sleeping peacefully, her leg tossed
over one of the covers.
Lizzie felt herself tensing up as she thought of earlier that night. Everything had happened so......quickly. She hadn't even had time to think about what had been going on. She could still feel the ache that pulsed throughout her body as she tried to concentrate on something else; anything else. She tried to remind herself that it was over now, there was nothing she could do about it, no matter how badly she wanted to.
She squeezed her eyes shut, forcing out the one tear that rolled down her cheek. She had to forget about this. As hard as it sounded, she just had to. She awoke to the sound of Kate bustling about the room. She opened her eyes slowly, glancing over at the clock.
She sighed softly, turning over in her bed.
She heard a soft knock on the door before it opened quickly. Gordo poked his head in, looking over at Lizzie's bed.
Kate sighed, opening the door for him.
"She's still asleep," she stated, "But you can wake her up. I don't want to have to deal with her grumpiness in the morning again." She sighed, and Lizzie could almost see the hair flip that she knew followed those words, "I'm going down to see if I can get a bagel with low-fat cream cheese from the hotel lobby."
Gordo sighed, watching her go. He softly shut the door after her and hurried over to Lizzie's bed. He sat down softly on the edge, reaching up to touch her shoulder. She jerked involuntarily.
"Hey," he whispered, "Lizzie, wake up!"
She groaned softly, squinting at him through closed eyelids.
"What?" She asked, attempting to make the word as long as possible.
"I've got an idea."
She moaned, before pulling herself into a sitting position.
"Okay, Gordo, you've gotten my attention. What's your idea?"
He seemed to investigate her for a moment. She could feel her cheeks flushing, and a flash of panic ran through her brain. Could he see something was different since last night? Could he see it in her eyes?
"W...w....what?" She asked quickly, her hands flying to her face. "What's wrong?"
He shook his head, a soft smile pressing across his face.
"Nothing's wrong, why?"
She caught her breath quickly, shaking her head.
"Oh, um, nothing, nevermind," she spoke up quickly. He gazed upon her face, his hand moving to her face. He gently brushed a long strand of blonde hair from her cheek. His eyes never moved from hers as she felt her cheeks burning crimson red. He let his hand fall slowly to his lap before he looked away.
"Sorry," he mumbled sheepishly, "It was just bothering me." He choked on his words quickly, "I mean, it wasn't bothering me, but I just figured....I mean, I thought it was bothering you."
She smiled.
"It's okay," she responded quickly, eager to drop the topic of conversation, "So, what was your idea?"
He smiled at her.
"Oh, right, my idea," he nodded, "I thought....." he paused, "Well, I thought that maybe we could hang out a little today......you know, just me and you. Ms. Ungermeyer's giving us a free day, and I thought that maybe if you weren't busy with Paolo, we could....." His voice faded off.
She stared at him for a second. Simply hearing his name made her shudder. Luckily, however, Gordo didn't seem to notice.
"Sure," she answered quickly, "Let's do something today......just me and you."
His face brightened immediately, a wide smile spreading across his face.
"Really?" He asked hopefully, "I mean.....that's awesome! I mean, we haven't really hung out much since we got over here."
"Yeah, I...I know. I'm really sorry about that, too, Gordo, but I just....."
"Hey, no sweat," he cut her off quickly, raising his hands, "I know the life of an international Italian pop star has to be hard."
She laughed softly.
"You mean the blonde version of an international Italian pop star," she corrected him softly. She smiled, looking down at her hands, which had fallen into her lap.
He patted her leg, which was sheathed by the cover, before standing up.
"Same thing." He grinned, "I'm giving you a half hour to get ready, and then I will meet you down in the lobby."
She smiled, nodding.
"Right."
He ducked out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
Lizzie felt herself tensing up as she thought of earlier that night. Everything had happened so......quickly. She hadn't even had time to think about what had been going on. She could still feel the ache that pulsed throughout her body as she tried to concentrate on something else; anything else. She tried to remind herself that it was over now, there was nothing she could do about it, no matter how badly she wanted to.
She squeezed her eyes shut, forcing out the one tear that rolled down her cheek. She had to forget about this. As hard as it sounded, she just had to. She awoke to the sound of Kate bustling about the room. She opened her eyes slowly, glancing over at the clock.
She sighed softly, turning over in her bed.
She heard a soft knock on the door before it opened quickly. Gordo poked his head in, looking over at Lizzie's bed.
Kate sighed, opening the door for him.
"She's still asleep," she stated, "But you can wake her up. I don't want to have to deal with her grumpiness in the morning again." She sighed, and Lizzie could almost see the hair flip that she knew followed those words, "I'm going down to see if I can get a bagel with low-fat cream cheese from the hotel lobby."
Gordo sighed, watching her go. He softly shut the door after her and hurried over to Lizzie's bed. He sat down softly on the edge, reaching up to touch her shoulder. She jerked involuntarily.
"Hey," he whispered, "Lizzie, wake up!"
She groaned softly, squinting at him through closed eyelids.
"What?" She asked, attempting to make the word as long as possible.
"I've got an idea."
She moaned, before pulling herself into a sitting position.
"Okay, Gordo, you've gotten my attention. What's your idea?"
He seemed to investigate her for a moment. She could feel her cheeks flushing, and a flash of panic ran through her brain. Could he see something was different since last night? Could he see it in her eyes?
"W...w....what?" She asked quickly, her hands flying to her face. "What's wrong?"
He shook his head, a soft smile pressing across his face.
"Nothing's wrong, why?"
She caught her breath quickly, shaking her head.
"Oh, um, nothing, nevermind," she spoke up quickly. He gazed upon her face, his hand moving to her face. He gently brushed a long strand of blonde hair from her cheek. His eyes never moved from hers as she felt her cheeks burning crimson red. He let his hand fall slowly to his lap before he looked away.
"Sorry," he mumbled sheepishly, "It was just bothering me." He choked on his words quickly, "I mean, it wasn't bothering me, but I just figured....I mean, I thought it was bothering you."
She smiled.
"It's okay," she responded quickly, eager to drop the topic of conversation, "So, what was your idea?"
He smiled at her.
"Oh, right, my idea," he nodded, "I thought....." he paused, "Well, I thought that maybe we could hang out a little today......you know, just me and you. Ms. Ungermeyer's giving us a free day, and I thought that maybe if you weren't busy with Paolo, we could....." His voice faded off.
She stared at him for a second. Simply hearing his name made her shudder. Luckily, however, Gordo didn't seem to notice.
"Sure," she answered quickly, "Let's do something today......just me and you."
His face brightened immediately, a wide smile spreading across his face.
"Really?" He asked hopefully, "I mean.....that's awesome! I mean, we haven't really hung out much since we got over here."
"Yeah, I...I know. I'm really sorry about that, too, Gordo, but I just....."
"Hey, no sweat," he cut her off quickly, raising his hands, "I know the life of an international Italian pop star has to be hard."
She laughed softly.
"You mean the blonde version of an international Italian pop star," she corrected him softly. She smiled, looking down at her hands, which had fallen into her lap.
He patted her leg, which was sheathed by the cover, before standing up.
"Same thing." He grinned, "I'm giving you a half hour to get ready, and then I will meet you down in the lobby."
She smiled, nodding.
"Right."
He ducked out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
