Chapter 10: Food Fights
A/N: My first Gordo's POV chapter in this whole story.
Gordo POV
"I'm hoping that it wasn't anything to important." Lizzie paced her bedroom floor.
"Lizzie, stop pacing. You're gonna wear a hole in the floor. And stop worrying. If it was that important, she would've called back by now." I assured her.
"You're right." She sat down. "It must not be important then."
"Have a cookie. That always calms me down." I handed her a sugar cookie.
She eyed it suspiciously and raised her eyebrows. Oh no. That's what she did when she was hyper.
"No cookie. Popcorn." She said simply, getting up. "Lots."
"What?"
That's the one thing I love about Lizzie. She thinks of the best ideas and knows what to do with them.
"I want popcorn." She took a bag out of the pantry and put it in the microwave.
"Ooookay. Can I ask why?"
"No." She replied.
I raised my eyebrows. Lizzie was acting extra weird today.
We waited for the popcorn to pop. Then she put in another bag. After that finished, she put in *another* one. She did this several times until six bags were popped. She tossed three bags to me and took three for herself. We headed into the TV room. She plopped down on the couch.
Lizzie flipped on the stereo and A*Teens music blared out. What the heck was she doing?
She opened a bag of popcorn , stuffed some in her mouth, and started dancing and singing.
"...why, why did I ever let you go? Mamma Mia, now I really know..."
She was insane.
I just sat quietly on the couch, munching on my own bag of popcorn. Even when she was screaming lyrics that were all wrong, and acting all weird, she was amazing.
She bounded into the kitchen and came out with two cokes. She threw one to me and started jumping up and down with the other. And, insane enough, she started to open it.
"Lizzie... no!" I yelled.
Too late. The shaken-up coke sprayed all of her face. She gasped and plopped down on the couch next to me.
"Sorry. I'm really hyper right now." She said, sighing. "Hey... open your mouth."
I obeyed. Not listening to Lizzie McGuire when she is hyper can bring *bad* consequences. Really big tantrums.
She aimed a piece of popcorn at my mouth. She missed by a mile.
I chuckled. "Let me show you how it is done." I said, picking up a kernel. I aimed carefully at her mouth and threw.
It bounced off her nose.
She giggled. "Is that how it's done, Gordo?"
I shrugged.
She threw another one at me, but it landed on my arm, which tickled, and made me spill my coke all over the floor.
"Lizzie!"
"Oops." She grinned sheepishly.
I didn't listen. I threw handfuls of popcorn at her, and soon we had a food fight. The TV room floor was soon filled with popcorn, as weel as the couch.
Lizzie slumped onto the floor and laid down, crushing hundreds of popcorn kernels. "Whew, I'm tired."
I laid down on the ground next to her. "Me too." I sighed. "Lizzie, can I ask you something?"
"What?"
I took a deep breath. This was it. "That night, in Rome, when you sang and everything... you were really good by the way... uh, um... you-I-um..."
Ring , Ring, Ring!
"Oh, I gotta go answer that. It could be Isabella." She got up and ran into the kitchen to answer the phone.
I smacked myself. I was stupid. Stupid! Chicken. It wasn't too hard to say;
"Why did you kiss me, and what did it mean?"
Such a simple sentence that was going to take me eight years to say. I shook my head, I didn't have to add all of that extra junk in front of it. It would have saved time if I had just said it flat out.
I doubted she liked me anyway.
All of a sudden, I heard a loud, shrill scream. Not happy, not scared, not amazed. Just a scream.
Lizzie came running out of the kitchen.
"Oh. My. Gosh." She said.
A/N: My first Gordo's POV chapter in this whole story.
Gordo POV
"I'm hoping that it wasn't anything to important." Lizzie paced her bedroom floor.
"Lizzie, stop pacing. You're gonna wear a hole in the floor. And stop worrying. If it was that important, she would've called back by now." I assured her.
"You're right." She sat down. "It must not be important then."
"Have a cookie. That always calms me down." I handed her a sugar cookie.
She eyed it suspiciously and raised her eyebrows. Oh no. That's what she did when she was hyper.
"No cookie. Popcorn." She said simply, getting up. "Lots."
"What?"
That's the one thing I love about Lizzie. She thinks of the best ideas and knows what to do with them.
"I want popcorn." She took a bag out of the pantry and put it in the microwave.
"Ooookay. Can I ask why?"
"No." She replied.
I raised my eyebrows. Lizzie was acting extra weird today.
We waited for the popcorn to pop. Then she put in another bag. After that finished, she put in *another* one. She did this several times until six bags were popped. She tossed three bags to me and took three for herself. We headed into the TV room. She plopped down on the couch.
Lizzie flipped on the stereo and A*Teens music blared out. What the heck was she doing?
She opened a bag of popcorn , stuffed some in her mouth, and started dancing and singing.
"...why, why did I ever let you go? Mamma Mia, now I really know..."
She was insane.
I just sat quietly on the couch, munching on my own bag of popcorn. Even when she was screaming lyrics that were all wrong, and acting all weird, she was amazing.
She bounded into the kitchen and came out with two cokes. She threw one to me and started jumping up and down with the other. And, insane enough, she started to open it.
"Lizzie... no!" I yelled.
Too late. The shaken-up coke sprayed all of her face. She gasped and plopped down on the couch next to me.
"Sorry. I'm really hyper right now." She said, sighing. "Hey... open your mouth."
I obeyed. Not listening to Lizzie McGuire when she is hyper can bring *bad* consequences. Really big tantrums.
She aimed a piece of popcorn at my mouth. She missed by a mile.
I chuckled. "Let me show you how it is done." I said, picking up a kernel. I aimed carefully at her mouth and threw.
It bounced off her nose.
She giggled. "Is that how it's done, Gordo?"
I shrugged.
She threw another one at me, but it landed on my arm, which tickled, and made me spill my coke all over the floor.
"Lizzie!"
"Oops." She grinned sheepishly.
I didn't listen. I threw handfuls of popcorn at her, and soon we had a food fight. The TV room floor was soon filled with popcorn, as weel as the couch.
Lizzie slumped onto the floor and laid down, crushing hundreds of popcorn kernels. "Whew, I'm tired."
I laid down on the ground next to her. "Me too." I sighed. "Lizzie, can I ask you something?"
"What?"
I took a deep breath. This was it. "That night, in Rome, when you sang and everything... you were really good by the way... uh, um... you-I-um..."
Ring , Ring, Ring!
"Oh, I gotta go answer that. It could be Isabella." She got up and ran into the kitchen to answer the phone.
I smacked myself. I was stupid. Stupid! Chicken. It wasn't too hard to say;
"Why did you kiss me, and what did it mean?"
Such a simple sentence that was going to take me eight years to say. I shook my head, I didn't have to add all of that extra junk in front of it. It would have saved time if I had just said it flat out.
I doubted she liked me anyway.
All of a sudden, I heard a loud, shrill scream. Not happy, not scared, not amazed. Just a scream.
Lizzie came running out of the kitchen.
"Oh. My. Gosh." She said.