Chapter 5: YOU!?
Gordo POV
I heard heavy breathing.
I closed my eyes. What had I done to deserve this?
But then, I listened closer and realized that the heavy breathing I had heard was not breathing, but actually was a sob.
Someone was crying!
I turned my head slowly, and then peeked behind the tree. You will never believe who it was.
"YOU!?" I exclaimed.
Lizzie looked up. "Huh... Oh, Gordo!" She wrapped her arms around me. I pushed her off.
"Don't 'Oh, Gordo' me." I stood up and brushed the dirt off of my pants. "I can't believe you followed me!"
"Me?" She said, changing from her scared look to a fierce one.. "You're the one that followed *me* here." She stood up too. "Yeah, right." I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, *right*." Lizzie put her hands on her hips.
"No!" I folded my arms. "That's crazy."
"Yeah!"
"No!
"Yes!"
"No!" "YES!"
"What?" I was beginning to get confused. What was this fight about?
She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Get out of here!"
"Out of where?"
"Just-just get off my island!"
"Since when is it *your* island?"
"Just go home!"
"You go!"
"Why? It's *my* island."
"Not it's not!"
"It is too!"
"Is not!"
"Is so."
We went on for half an hour, squabbling like first-graders. I was really mad. Before, I there was a tiny part of my brain that wanted to forgive her. But now, I was furious. I had no intention of kissing and making up.
It seemed so immature to fight like this, but it seemed necessary. If Lizzie just would admit she'd made a mistake, it wouldn't be so bad. But she just kept arguing and denying it.
"Fine!" I started walking. "I will leave. Beats hanging around you, anyway."
She shook her head. "Whatever."
I walked to where I had parked my rowboat. The weird thing was, it was no longer there. Well, it was *there*, but no longer a rowboat anymore.
My rowboat had been smashed into tiny pieces.
***
Lizzie POV
I sighed hugely.
Gordo was so annoying! I was beginning to think that Matt was better than him. No, I take that back. Matt was worse, but Gordo was still a pain. I couldn't believe I had ever liked him.
And yet I still did.
One part of me wished that he'd come running back to me and say he forgives me, and the other part just wanted him out of my life. The feelings see- sawed back in forth in my brain. I wished I could just decide if I loved him or if I didn't. But wishes... they didn't always come true.
Gordo POV
I heard heavy breathing.
I closed my eyes. What had I done to deserve this?
But then, I listened closer and realized that the heavy breathing I had heard was not breathing, but actually was a sob.
Someone was crying!
I turned my head slowly, and then peeked behind the tree. You will never believe who it was.
"YOU!?" I exclaimed.
Lizzie looked up. "Huh... Oh, Gordo!" She wrapped her arms around me. I pushed her off.
"Don't 'Oh, Gordo' me." I stood up and brushed the dirt off of my pants. "I can't believe you followed me!"
"Me?" She said, changing from her scared look to a fierce one.. "You're the one that followed *me* here." She stood up too. "Yeah, right." I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, *right*." Lizzie put her hands on her hips.
"No!" I folded my arms. "That's crazy."
"Yeah!"
"No!
"Yes!"
"No!" "YES!"
"What?" I was beginning to get confused. What was this fight about?
She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Get out of here!"
"Out of where?"
"Just-just get off my island!"
"Since when is it *your* island?"
"Just go home!"
"You go!"
"Why? It's *my* island."
"Not it's not!"
"It is too!"
"Is not!"
"Is so."
We went on for half an hour, squabbling like first-graders. I was really mad. Before, I there was a tiny part of my brain that wanted to forgive her. But now, I was furious. I had no intention of kissing and making up.
It seemed so immature to fight like this, but it seemed necessary. If Lizzie just would admit she'd made a mistake, it wouldn't be so bad. But she just kept arguing and denying it.
"Fine!" I started walking. "I will leave. Beats hanging around you, anyway."
She shook her head. "Whatever."
I walked to where I had parked my rowboat. The weird thing was, it was no longer there. Well, it was *there*, but no longer a rowboat anymore.
My rowboat had been smashed into tiny pieces.
***
Lizzie POV
I sighed hugely.
Gordo was so annoying! I was beginning to think that Matt was better than him. No, I take that back. Matt was worse, but Gordo was still a pain. I couldn't believe I had ever liked him.
And yet I still did.
One part of me wished that he'd come running back to me and say he forgives me, and the other part just wanted him out of my life. The feelings see- sawed back in forth in my brain. I wished I could just decide if I loved him or if I didn't. But wishes... they didn't always come true.