Chapter 18: Decision
A/N: Twist! A BIG twist you guys are going to hate me for. Oh, well. Kill me if you want to... but that means the story won't get finished. Trust it's a nice long beautiful happy ending. Just not now. This will have about 22 or 23 chapters, okay? So, yeah there are some left.
You won't believe what I did today. See, there's this guy I used to have this crush on, David, and I haven't seen him since second grade (he switched schools), but today me and my best friend rode our bikes to his house. And we saw him. We didn't plan to, but after four years... it felt so weird. He's so different! Not bad different... just different. It was so awkward because he actually recognized us. It's... odd. It about gave and Judie heart attacks. LOL, moving on...
Gordo or no Gordo... Kiss or no kiss... we'll just have to see about that, won't we *winks*.
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Gordo's POV
I took a deep breath as she touched the bottle. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale... I thought silently. It'll be okay. Who cares who it lands on? It shouldn't effect me in any way. Then why was I so nervous?
She uneasily spun the bottle, flicking her wrist so it would go faster. She looked so beautiful when she was nervous... I couldn't help but stare at her as if she were a display of gold and silver and sapphires. She was so much more valuable to me than all of those things. If I were to lose her, I would go into horror mode.
Why, oh why, god, did she have to have a gift for singing.
Yes, the selfishness again. I couldn't help it. Tt was always there, that ache, that pain for her, haunting me, and after that kiss, I wasn't sure what I wanted anymore. I knew I wanted her, I always did. But how much? And in what way? Did I want her as my girlfriend? My best friend? My wife?
'Whoa, slow down, little man.' I said, breathing in one last time. 'You just said 'wife'. That word shouldn't be in my vocabulary until *after* college.'
I stared at the bottle. It seemed to run in little circles forever, over and over and over until I was about to go nuts when it stopped.
On me.
No, seriously. Me.
Lizzie had to kiss me.
The room suddenly seemed a lot smaller, as if it were only Lizzie and I, Lizzie looking ravishing, and I sweating my palms away.
I glanced around (anywhere except Lizzie's face) as the room swept with murmurs. "Well, what are you waiting for?" Kate said, on her hips. "Go!"
I got up timidly, and Lizzie did the same. I walked to the closet, eyes closed.
How could this happen to me?
It wasn't necessarily (lol spelling word there) bad, but still... what was I to do? I couldn't take the risk of kissing her again. Too many questions would follow that.
But then what *were* we going to do in a trapped closet for ten minutes?
I could feel my voice catch in my throat like a bullfrog and my arms and legs stiffen. I clenched my fists, trying to prove somehow that this one another one of those insane dreams.
Lizzie and I entered the closet, and Kate gleefully shut the door. I licked my lips and my knees started knocking.
"So...?" I started.
"So...?" Lizzie whispered simultaneously.
"Um..."
"Yeah..."
After that there was a long, long silence, and although I couldn't see her face in the darkness of the closet, I could tell she was sweating, too.
I had been in this closet with Lizzie before. Really, I had. When Kate threw her so-called 14th Birthday Bash. But Miranda was there before with us. It didn't feel anything like it did now.
'Not fair,' I thought. 'I'm not being fair. I like Lizzie, and then God lets this one miracle happen, and what am I doing? Regretting it? You're in a closet with Lizzie! You're supposed to kiss! Get with the program, Gordon!'
I remembered that night so clearly, even though it was a couple weeks ago. Just "Gordo?" "What?" And she kissed me. It was so spur-of-the-moment. She didn't intend to do it, I knew for sure. But now... they were literally pushing us to kiss. And I wasn't sure if I liked that.
"Gordo?" Lizzie asked, her voice breaking.
I almost gasped in excitement. 'Remember what she did the last time she said that?' was my first thought. But then I thought back.
'Why is her voice like that, as if she if ready to cry? Great, Gordon, you've upset her. Just swell.'
"What?"
"I-I, uh..." She stuttered. "I mean, I... I'm sorry, Gordo." She whispered.
Sorry? Huh?
"What?" I asked again. "Sorry?"
She took a deep breath. "Gordo... I-I'm going to Rome."
A/N: AHHHHHHHH! NO! Don't murder me, please! I know you're mad... but it'll be okay, I promise. Really. Don't flame me here... I'm building suspense. Sorry so short... I don't really have much time... but I'm proud of this chappie. Nice vocab and good writing skills. It's the mass consumption of English homework they're making us do, I know it. ^_^
A/N: Twist! A BIG twist you guys are going to hate me for. Oh, well. Kill me if you want to... but that means the story won't get finished. Trust it's a nice long beautiful happy ending. Just not now. This will have about 22 or 23 chapters, okay? So, yeah there are some left.
You won't believe what I did today. See, there's this guy I used to have this crush on, David, and I haven't seen him since second grade (he switched schools), but today me and my best friend rode our bikes to his house. And we saw him. We didn't plan to, but after four years... it felt so weird. He's so different! Not bad different... just different. It was so awkward because he actually recognized us. It's... odd. It about gave and Judie heart attacks. LOL, moving on...
Gordo or no Gordo... Kiss or no kiss... we'll just have to see about that, won't we *winks*.
***
Gordo's POV
I took a deep breath as she touched the bottle. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale... I thought silently. It'll be okay. Who cares who it lands on? It shouldn't effect me in any way. Then why was I so nervous?
She uneasily spun the bottle, flicking her wrist so it would go faster. She looked so beautiful when she was nervous... I couldn't help but stare at her as if she were a display of gold and silver and sapphires. She was so much more valuable to me than all of those things. If I were to lose her, I would go into horror mode.
Why, oh why, god, did she have to have a gift for singing.
Yes, the selfishness again. I couldn't help it. Tt was always there, that ache, that pain for her, haunting me, and after that kiss, I wasn't sure what I wanted anymore. I knew I wanted her, I always did. But how much? And in what way? Did I want her as my girlfriend? My best friend? My wife?
'Whoa, slow down, little man.' I said, breathing in one last time. 'You just said 'wife'. That word shouldn't be in my vocabulary until *after* college.'
I stared at the bottle. It seemed to run in little circles forever, over and over and over until I was about to go nuts when it stopped.
On me.
No, seriously. Me.
Lizzie had to kiss me.
The room suddenly seemed a lot smaller, as if it were only Lizzie and I, Lizzie looking ravishing, and I sweating my palms away.
I glanced around (anywhere except Lizzie's face) as the room swept with murmurs. "Well, what are you waiting for?" Kate said, on her hips. "Go!"
I got up timidly, and Lizzie did the same. I walked to the closet, eyes closed.
How could this happen to me?
It wasn't necessarily (lol spelling word there) bad, but still... what was I to do? I couldn't take the risk of kissing her again. Too many questions would follow that.
But then what *were* we going to do in a trapped closet for ten minutes?
I could feel my voice catch in my throat like a bullfrog and my arms and legs stiffen. I clenched my fists, trying to prove somehow that this one another one of those insane dreams.
Lizzie and I entered the closet, and Kate gleefully shut the door. I licked my lips and my knees started knocking.
"So...?" I started.
"So...?" Lizzie whispered simultaneously.
"Um..."
"Yeah..."
After that there was a long, long silence, and although I couldn't see her face in the darkness of the closet, I could tell she was sweating, too.
I had been in this closet with Lizzie before. Really, I had. When Kate threw her so-called 14th Birthday Bash. But Miranda was there before with us. It didn't feel anything like it did now.
'Not fair,' I thought. 'I'm not being fair. I like Lizzie, and then God lets this one miracle happen, and what am I doing? Regretting it? You're in a closet with Lizzie! You're supposed to kiss! Get with the program, Gordon!'
I remembered that night so clearly, even though it was a couple weeks ago. Just "Gordo?" "What?" And she kissed me. It was so spur-of-the-moment. She didn't intend to do it, I knew for sure. But now... they were literally pushing us to kiss. And I wasn't sure if I liked that.
"Gordo?" Lizzie asked, her voice breaking.
I almost gasped in excitement. 'Remember what she did the last time she said that?' was my first thought. But then I thought back.
'Why is her voice like that, as if she if ready to cry? Great, Gordon, you've upset her. Just swell.'
"What?"
"I-I, uh..." She stuttered. "I mean, I... I'm sorry, Gordo." She whispered.
Sorry? Huh?
"What?" I asked again. "Sorry?"
She took a deep breath. "Gordo... I-I'm going to Rome."
A/N: AHHHHHHHH! NO! Don't murder me, please! I know you're mad... but it'll be okay, I promise. Really. Don't flame me here... I'm building suspense. Sorry so short... I don't really have much time... but I'm proud of this chappie. Nice vocab and good writing skills. It's the mass consumption of English homework they're making us do, I know it. ^_^