Chapter 7: So Close, Yet So Far Away

A/N: I realized that there was a big mess-up in the last chapter with POVs. Sorry about that.

Lizzie POV

This stunk. Now I was trapped on an island with Gordo and some psycho running around making freaky noises and scaring me half to death.

"Oh, great!" Gordo kicked the pieces of my rowboat.

I smiled sarcastically. "What now?"

"I don't know. Maybe we could-ooh, ow! Ow, ow, ow!" Gordo started shrieking in pain, and sat down.

"What's your problem? Break a nail?" I asked.

"Very funny, McGuire, but no. My leg is killing me, and I suppose you don't care."

I studied his leg closely. It was covered in blood. He was rolling on pant leg up and I gasped.

"Oh, my gosh! Gordo! Are you okay? You seriously need a doctor." At this point, I almost leaned in for a kiss on the cheek, but then remembered that we weren't together anymore. "I mean, you're right. I don't care." I stomped away, wondering what could have caused such damage to poor Gordo's leg.

I also wondered where I would go, because it was growing dark. It was about eight o'clock.

I was almost as the waterfall when I heard a loud;

"HOOOOOOOOO-AHHHHHHHHH!"

This time it was ten times louder than all of the other awful noises.

I shrieked and ran back to Gordo.

He looked at me knowingly. "Scared, huh?"

"Um... not even! I came back because... I lost my hair scrunchie."

"*Right*." Gordo didn't look like he was believing me. He started a campfire, with the flames high. I could see again.

I sighed. "Okay, so I was a little scared, but I'm only human."

"Whatever."

"BRIIIING-A-DING-AHHH-HAWK!"

I bit my lip and sat down next to Gordo, who was still clutching his leg. Now it was dark, and all I could see was the moon reflecting off Gordo's face. It was so cute, so innocent, like a lost puppy.

"Are you okay?" I asked, hoping that he'd kiss me and we'd make up.

"Do I look like I'm okay?"

"Gordo... I just wanted to say, um..."

"What?" He asked sharply.

"That... I'm hungry. Did you bring any food?"

"No, I didn't. I didn't think about food when I packed."

I scowled. "You should have."

He made a face. "Did you?"

"No."

He groaned. "I'm hungry, too. Can you go out there and get something to eat, like a banana or something?"

"No! Why don't you?"

"If you hadn't noticed by now, my leg is bleeding. There's no way I'm going out there." Gordo rolled his eyes.

I bit my lip. "Neither am I."

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-ARRRRRRRRHHHH!" I closed my eyes and plug my ears. I start to cry.

"What?" Gordo asked, disgusted.

I didn't answer. I was so scared. I just kept on crying, waiting for whatever was out there to stop. It was really dark, and I didn't like it.

Gordo's expression softened. "Lizzie?" He said softly.

I leaned on his shoulder and cried even more. He hugged me softly, and then whispered into my ear. "Are you okay?"

I could see his eyes flickering from the campfire, and my heart almost stopped. An excited shiver went down my spine, and I stopped crying. I pulled away and stood up straight. "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm not some delicate piece of glass, Gordo." I snapped, brushing dirt off my pants.

"I know that!" He exclaimed, looking surprised.

I shuddered. I walked to the opposite side of the campfire and sat down. I sighed. Why had I snapped at him like that? I was so close. We could have been back together again. I didn't know what had gotten into me.

I scowled again, and laid down to go to sleep.