Chapter 16: Never Be Like That
Gordo's POV
"You know what, Gordo?" Lizzie asked as she was trying to find her towel. "My parents forgot that they grounded me."
"Uh... great." What exactly were you supposed to say to something like that?
She pulled out a black towel with a red palm tree on it. "Okay, let's go."
It was two days after Lizzie had received Kate's invitation in the mail, and now we were on our way to Waterslide Wonderland, the place we had missed out on going because of Rome. Yeah, it took thirty-six hours to get there, but, as long as Lizzie was with me, I didn't care.
"Kids, ready?" Mrs. McGuire called up, as if on cue.
I came running down the stairs and dashed into the car, as Lizzie carefully thought over the things she might have forgotten.
Waterslide Wonderland, here we come!
***
"Wow!" Lizzie exclaimed. "This place is huge!"
I glanced around. I saw 'Banana Split', 'Water Tornado', 'Mediterranean Challenge', 'Tropical Twist', and many more slides, rides, and pools. "Yeah, I know." I said.
Lizzie looked amazing that day. She had on a black bikini with strung seashells for straps, and her towel was wrapped around her waist. Her hair flowed down her shoulders, and it took all the energy I had to keep from tuck a stray strand behind her ear. I could stare at her all day. If Matt hadn't yelled in my ear so loudly, I probably would have.
"Race you to the top of Banana Split!" Matt cried.
The three of us took off towards the enormous yellow slide (the park's main attraction).
"Kids, be careful!" I heard Mrs. McGuire's voice calling behind us.
We did listen. Matt was already climbing the steps, I was running past the ice cream booth, and Lizzie trailed behind, right by the deep end of the pool. I was about to get onto the thirtieth step up or so (Matt had vanished) when I heard a shriek.
"OW!"
I spun around. around. Lizzie was lying at the bottom of the steps. Oh no. She had fallen! "Oh, god." I mumbled, running down the steps to help her up.
"Lizzie!" I exclaimed. "Are you okay?"
She started panting and pointed to her knee, which was scraped up. "I fell down that step." She said, motioning toward the seventh or eighth step.
"Are you okay?" I repeated, helping her up.
She nodded. "I'm fine... I just need someone to carry me up to the top." She put a hand on her forehead and sighed dramatically.
I scoffed. "Right."
She fluttered her eyelashes. "Please?" She begged. "I couldn't *possibly* make it up all of those stairs."
"HEY! LIZZIE, GORDO, QUIT YOUR FLIRTING AND GET UP HERE!" Matt screamed from the top of the slide.
Flirting? Who said anything about flirting? Me and Lizzie weren't flirting! We were... joking... or something.
Right?
***
Lizzie's POV
Wow, the line was LONG for the Banana Split. You'd think the entire city of Hillridge was standing in line right there.
I sighed and put my elbow on the metal railing, resting my head in my hand. Gordo was ahead of me in line, and he was talking to this guy in front of him about some weird old movie.
He looked really nice today, with his Hawaiian-print swimsuit and his unruly mess of chocolate hair. Looked like he had used conditioner lately, because his curls looked so soft. Over the past few weeks, he had gotten a nice tan, which made his eyes stand out like sapphire glass marbles.
I looked around at the other people, and noticed this couple in the other line (there were two lines leading to the slide). He guy had his arms wrapped around the girls waist, and she was giggling uncontrollably in his ear. I saw him tickling her and she giggled even harder. Then he pressed his forehead against hers and she stopped, staring into his eyes.
I smirked. I don't know why, but whenever I see couples flirting, it just seems so funny and pathetic to me. I hit Gordo's arm with my free hand.
He turned away from the man, and turned to me. "What?"
"Look." I mouthed, motioning to the couple.
Now, the guy (who wasn't very good-looking, just muscular) was rubbing his face all over the girl while she closed her eyes and giggled. I hated girls like that, all bubbly and giggly and so... girlish. She had probably never eaten anything over 10 calories. She was tiny, and was wearing a string bikini and probably hadn't gotten sweaty playing basketball in her entire life.
The couple disgusted me.
Gordo seemed like he wasn't very interested in them. "What?" He asked. "It's just a couple."
Animated Lizzie: Yeah, and they make me want to barf.
"I'll never going to be like that... you know with a boyfriend who cares about only flirting and stuff, always kissing and smiling, but when bad times come around, he's not even near." I whispered angrily, not sure what was ticking me off. It just... did.
I watched the guy swap spit with her and tickle her back and I seriously thought I was going to hurl.
"Really?" Gordo raised his eyebrows. "Is this really Lizzie McGuire speaking?"
I punched him in the arm. "I happen to be serious here. I want a real relationship, not one based on stereotypical teenagers, you know, macho guys and tiny model-like girls." I frowned. "Wow. I sound like you."
"Whatever, Lizzie." He said.
I didn't care was anyone said. I was never going to be like that. I wanted a real boyfriend, not a guy who wants nothing but a trophy to show off to everyone. But so far, I wasn't having much luck.
Gordo's POV
"You know what, Gordo?" Lizzie asked as she was trying to find her towel. "My parents forgot that they grounded me."
"Uh... great." What exactly were you supposed to say to something like that?
She pulled out a black towel with a red palm tree on it. "Okay, let's go."
It was two days after Lizzie had received Kate's invitation in the mail, and now we were on our way to Waterslide Wonderland, the place we had missed out on going because of Rome. Yeah, it took thirty-six hours to get there, but, as long as Lizzie was with me, I didn't care.
"Kids, ready?" Mrs. McGuire called up, as if on cue.
I came running down the stairs and dashed into the car, as Lizzie carefully thought over the things she might have forgotten.
Waterslide Wonderland, here we come!
***
"Wow!" Lizzie exclaimed. "This place is huge!"
I glanced around. I saw 'Banana Split', 'Water Tornado', 'Mediterranean Challenge', 'Tropical Twist', and many more slides, rides, and pools. "Yeah, I know." I said.
Lizzie looked amazing that day. She had on a black bikini with strung seashells for straps, and her towel was wrapped around her waist. Her hair flowed down her shoulders, and it took all the energy I had to keep from tuck a stray strand behind her ear. I could stare at her all day. If Matt hadn't yelled in my ear so loudly, I probably would have.
"Race you to the top of Banana Split!" Matt cried.
The three of us took off towards the enormous yellow slide (the park's main attraction).
"Kids, be careful!" I heard Mrs. McGuire's voice calling behind us.
We did listen. Matt was already climbing the steps, I was running past the ice cream booth, and Lizzie trailed behind, right by the deep end of the pool. I was about to get onto the thirtieth step up or so (Matt had vanished) when I heard a shriek.
"OW!"
I spun around. around. Lizzie was lying at the bottom of the steps. Oh no. She had fallen! "Oh, god." I mumbled, running down the steps to help her up.
"Lizzie!" I exclaimed. "Are you okay?"
She started panting and pointed to her knee, which was scraped up. "I fell down that step." She said, motioning toward the seventh or eighth step.
"Are you okay?" I repeated, helping her up.
She nodded. "I'm fine... I just need someone to carry me up to the top." She put a hand on her forehead and sighed dramatically.
I scoffed. "Right."
She fluttered her eyelashes. "Please?" She begged. "I couldn't *possibly* make it up all of those stairs."
"HEY! LIZZIE, GORDO, QUIT YOUR FLIRTING AND GET UP HERE!" Matt screamed from the top of the slide.
Flirting? Who said anything about flirting? Me and Lizzie weren't flirting! We were... joking... or something.
Right?
***
Lizzie's POV
Wow, the line was LONG for the Banana Split. You'd think the entire city of Hillridge was standing in line right there.
I sighed and put my elbow on the metal railing, resting my head in my hand. Gordo was ahead of me in line, and he was talking to this guy in front of him about some weird old movie.
He looked really nice today, with his Hawaiian-print swimsuit and his unruly mess of chocolate hair. Looked like he had used conditioner lately, because his curls looked so soft. Over the past few weeks, he had gotten a nice tan, which made his eyes stand out like sapphire glass marbles.
I looked around at the other people, and noticed this couple in the other line (there were two lines leading to the slide). He guy had his arms wrapped around the girls waist, and she was giggling uncontrollably in his ear. I saw him tickling her and she giggled even harder. Then he pressed his forehead against hers and she stopped, staring into his eyes.
I smirked. I don't know why, but whenever I see couples flirting, it just seems so funny and pathetic to me. I hit Gordo's arm with my free hand.
He turned away from the man, and turned to me. "What?"
"Look." I mouthed, motioning to the couple.
Now, the guy (who wasn't very good-looking, just muscular) was rubbing his face all over the girl while she closed her eyes and giggled. I hated girls like that, all bubbly and giggly and so... girlish. She had probably never eaten anything over 10 calories. She was tiny, and was wearing a string bikini and probably hadn't gotten sweaty playing basketball in her entire life.
The couple disgusted me.
Gordo seemed like he wasn't very interested in them. "What?" He asked. "It's just a couple."
Animated Lizzie: Yeah, and they make me want to barf.
"I'll never going to be like that... you know with a boyfriend who cares about only flirting and stuff, always kissing and smiling, but when bad times come around, he's not even near." I whispered angrily, not sure what was ticking me off. It just... did.
I watched the guy swap spit with her and tickle her back and I seriously thought I was going to hurl.
"Really?" Gordo raised his eyebrows. "Is this really Lizzie McGuire speaking?"
I punched him in the arm. "I happen to be serious here. I want a real relationship, not one based on stereotypical teenagers, you know, macho guys and tiny model-like girls." I frowned. "Wow. I sound like you."
"Whatever, Lizzie." He said.
I didn't care was anyone said. I was never going to be like that. I wanted a real boyfriend, not a guy who wants nothing but a trophy to show off to everyone. But so far, I wasn't having much luck.