Chapter 11: Big News
Lizzie's POV
"What happened? Are you okay? Should I call 911?" Gordo rushed.
"No. I'm okay. I'm fine. It's just that-" I stopped. I wanted yo make sure that it actually happened, that Isabella had actually said what she said.
Animated Lizzie: It can't be possible. Nope, not possible.
"Tell me." Gordo help me sit down on the couch since I was so shocked.
I took a deep breath. "Isabella got a record deal with Unique Records and she wants to start a solo career." I said.
"And..." Gordo bit his lip.
Animated Lizzie: And nothing.
"And, uh, she got me a deal, too."
Gordo's jaw dropped open. "Wow, that's amazing! You're so lucky! This is what you've been dreaming about your entire life. It's great!"
"Yeah, it's nice and all, but..." I sighed heavily. "But... in order to sing and everything, I have to... I-I, um..."
Gordo looked confused. "What?"
"I have to move to Rome." I said quietly.
***
Matt POV
"Melina, I said I was sorry!" I exclaimed. "What could I have done? That guy threw away my tape!"
"I trusted you, Matt. It was such an easy thing to do. Anyone with the intelligence of a rodent could've done it. If I knew you couldn't do it, I could've sent a rat!" Melina grumbled. "I knew I should've gone with you."
"Hey, didn't you miss me?" I asked, hoping she wouldn't explode.
Her face softened a little. "Kinda."
"I missed you." I said as sweetly as possible.
She scoffed. "I can't believe you let that guy destroy your tape!"
How dare she change the subject!
I needed to defend myself. "How as *I* supposed to know that Giorgio was in the army or whatever? How was I supposed to know that auctioning the stuff to paparazzi was the way to do it?" I rolled my eyes.
"You did it when Frankie Muniz was here." Melina pointed out.
"Okay, so-ree."
"No, no... you've still got the rest of your stuff. You know... we have to do something with it?" Melina stroked her chin.
"But what?"
None of us answered.
***
Gordo POV
"What? No... you can't." I grabbed her arms, totally unaware of the surprised look on her face. "Don't leave me."
"Gordo... I'm sorry. It's just that, oh, you know... I'll never get another chance like this in my life." She looked at me sympathetically. "It's a once-in-a-lifetime chance."
"I understand *that*, but what about your life *here*?"
She rolled her eyes. "What about it? I mean, think about it, Gordo... my life's horrible. Some creep sent my graduation tape all around the world, Kate just loves messing with my life, and Mrs. Ungermyer will stalk me forever. There's not much to miss."
NOT MUCH TO MISS?! How could she have the nerve to say that?
"But what about Miranda... and me?"
Her lower lip started quivering and a tear dripped down her cheek. "That's why I don't wanna go."
I sighed in relief. "Oh, so you're not going. Good." I wiped her tear away.
"I don't know, Gordo. I just don't know." She burst into tears. "I'm so confused."
I hugged her tightly. "Don't cry. Forget about the music deal. You can think it over later."
She sniffed. "You're the best, Gordo." She kissed me softly on the forehead. "The best friend anyone could ever have."
Lizzie's POV
"What happened? Are you okay? Should I call 911?" Gordo rushed.
"No. I'm okay. I'm fine. It's just that-" I stopped. I wanted yo make sure that it actually happened, that Isabella had actually said what she said.
Animated Lizzie: It can't be possible. Nope, not possible.
"Tell me." Gordo help me sit down on the couch since I was so shocked.
I took a deep breath. "Isabella got a record deal with Unique Records and she wants to start a solo career." I said.
"And..." Gordo bit his lip.
Animated Lizzie: And nothing.
"And, uh, she got me a deal, too."
Gordo's jaw dropped open. "Wow, that's amazing! You're so lucky! This is what you've been dreaming about your entire life. It's great!"
"Yeah, it's nice and all, but..." I sighed heavily. "But... in order to sing and everything, I have to... I-I, um..."
Gordo looked confused. "What?"
"I have to move to Rome." I said quietly.
***
Matt POV
"Melina, I said I was sorry!" I exclaimed. "What could I have done? That guy threw away my tape!"
"I trusted you, Matt. It was such an easy thing to do. Anyone with the intelligence of a rodent could've done it. If I knew you couldn't do it, I could've sent a rat!" Melina grumbled. "I knew I should've gone with you."
"Hey, didn't you miss me?" I asked, hoping she wouldn't explode.
Her face softened a little. "Kinda."
"I missed you." I said as sweetly as possible.
She scoffed. "I can't believe you let that guy destroy your tape!"
How dare she change the subject!
I needed to defend myself. "How as *I* supposed to know that Giorgio was in the army or whatever? How was I supposed to know that auctioning the stuff to paparazzi was the way to do it?" I rolled my eyes.
"You did it when Frankie Muniz was here." Melina pointed out.
"Okay, so-ree."
"No, no... you've still got the rest of your stuff. You know... we have to do something with it?" Melina stroked her chin.
"But what?"
None of us answered.
***
Gordo POV
"What? No... you can't." I grabbed her arms, totally unaware of the surprised look on her face. "Don't leave me."
"Gordo... I'm sorry. It's just that, oh, you know... I'll never get another chance like this in my life." She looked at me sympathetically. "It's a once-in-a-lifetime chance."
"I understand *that*, but what about your life *here*?"
She rolled her eyes. "What about it? I mean, think about it, Gordo... my life's horrible. Some creep sent my graduation tape all around the world, Kate just loves messing with my life, and Mrs. Ungermyer will stalk me forever. There's not much to miss."
NOT MUCH TO MISS?! How could she have the nerve to say that?
"But what about Miranda... and me?"
Her lower lip started quivering and a tear dripped down her cheek. "That's why I don't wanna go."
I sighed in relief. "Oh, so you're not going. Good." I wiped her tear away.
"I don't know, Gordo. I just don't know." She burst into tears. "I'm so confused."
I hugged her tightly. "Don't cry. Forget about the music deal. You can think it over later."
She sniffed. "You're the best, Gordo." She kissed me softly on the forehead. "The best friend anyone could ever have."