Chapter 12: Thoughts
A/N: Most of this chapter is everyone dissing themselves, useless rambling, and confusion, and it's really short (sorry again), but I really can't think of much to write about. My mind is blank. Don't worry, I'll get inspiration soon. (I already wrote part of the ending, it's good.) Oh, and just to let you know, the next few chapters will be pure fluff, but painful fluff where Lizzie and Gordo just kind of get closer to each other, but don't actually hook up...
Lizzie POV
I didn't know what to say. I wanted to go to Rome, but I really didn't want to leave the good parts of my life behind.
Sure, I'd make new friends in Italy, but friends like Gordo and Miranda only came once. I'd known them forever. No one in Rome knew me for more than two weeks.
But I couldn't give up such an amazing thing. Singing in front of an audience was only the beginning. I wanted to do more... like get a contract... but when the opportunity came, I wasn't able to seize it.
I was so confused.
What was I going to do?
***
Gordo's POV
If she left, I'd be miserable. I didn't think I'd be able to live. But there was no stopping Lizzie McGuire. Whatever she says, goes.
I was going to miss her.
But I couldn't let her go.
I tried to imagine life without her. It didn't seem exactly what you'd call 'pleasant'.
Wasn't there any way that I could stop her from going?
Not that I knew of. They day I met Lizzie was the day my life *really* began. If she left me, I'd have no life at all. The thought was unbearable.
Okay, I admit it. I'm selfish. A selfish hypocrite. I wanted Lizzie all to myself. She was great at singing, but I wouldn't let her go and follow her dreams just because I liked her.
How pathetic of me.
It may be pathetic, but I felt strongly toward her. I needed her to live. She was my air, my moon, my sun-
Okay, I'll cut the crap.
The point as that she couldn't' go.
I wouldn't let her.
***
Lizzie's POV
I couldn't go just yet. Not when I knew for a fact that Gordo liked me. I would really break his heart.
But then again, why should *I* care?
I never have before?
What I mean is that I have never cared about his feelings before. Did I care when I met Paolo? No. Did I care when I said I couldn't believe him? No. Did I care about his feelings when he got sent home? Not really.
Did I care about him at all?
If I didn't before, I did now.
And I didn't want to break his heart one more time.
And anyway, without him, my life would really be different, and I didn't want that. I knew that things changed over the course of life, but I figured Gordo would always be with me.
I had to go!
How long had I wanted to have my own CD come out in stores? How long had I waited for this opportunity? A long, long time. So I couldn't just pass it up!
By the end of the day, I had made a decision.
I wasn't making a decision just yet.
A/N: Most of this chapter is everyone dissing themselves, useless rambling, and confusion, and it's really short (sorry again), but I really can't think of much to write about. My mind is blank. Don't worry, I'll get inspiration soon. (I already wrote part of the ending, it's good.) Oh, and just to let you know, the next few chapters will be pure fluff, but painful fluff where Lizzie and Gordo just kind of get closer to each other, but don't actually hook up...
Lizzie POV
I didn't know what to say. I wanted to go to Rome, but I really didn't want to leave the good parts of my life behind.
Sure, I'd make new friends in Italy, but friends like Gordo and Miranda only came once. I'd known them forever. No one in Rome knew me for more than two weeks.
But I couldn't give up such an amazing thing. Singing in front of an audience was only the beginning. I wanted to do more... like get a contract... but when the opportunity came, I wasn't able to seize it.
I was so confused.
What was I going to do?
***
Gordo's POV
If she left, I'd be miserable. I didn't think I'd be able to live. But there was no stopping Lizzie McGuire. Whatever she says, goes.
I was going to miss her.
But I couldn't let her go.
I tried to imagine life without her. It didn't seem exactly what you'd call 'pleasant'.
Wasn't there any way that I could stop her from going?
Not that I knew of. They day I met Lizzie was the day my life *really* began. If she left me, I'd have no life at all. The thought was unbearable.
Okay, I admit it. I'm selfish. A selfish hypocrite. I wanted Lizzie all to myself. She was great at singing, but I wouldn't let her go and follow her dreams just because I liked her.
How pathetic of me.
It may be pathetic, but I felt strongly toward her. I needed her to live. She was my air, my moon, my sun-
Okay, I'll cut the crap.
The point as that she couldn't' go.
I wouldn't let her.
***
Lizzie's POV
I couldn't go just yet. Not when I knew for a fact that Gordo liked me. I would really break his heart.
But then again, why should *I* care?
I never have before?
What I mean is that I have never cared about his feelings before. Did I care when I met Paolo? No. Did I care when I said I couldn't believe him? No. Did I care about his feelings when he got sent home? Not really.
Did I care about him at all?
If I didn't before, I did now.
And I didn't want to break his heart one more time.
And anyway, without him, my life would really be different, and I didn't want that. I knew that things changed over the course of life, but I figured Gordo would always be with me.
I had to go!
How long had I wanted to have my own CD come out in stores? How long had I waited for this opportunity? A long, long time. So I couldn't just pass it up!
By the end of the day, I had made a decision.
I wasn't making a decision just yet.