A/N: I would just like to start this out by saying, the "Poolside
Interests" sequel is coming along. I haven't started it, but I planned out
the plots and sub-plots for everyone. And I believe that I am calling it
"Back To You" or something. I'm not positive. I'm thinking more about that
than this. Not good, Kara. Not good. This one should be done relatively
soon. Hopefully, at least. Also, Gordo already has his license, if I
haven't said so already.
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BrownEyedGurl: Yes. It wasn't supposed to be happening, but I suppose now it will be. Expect it maybe a month or so after I finish this one. Which will hopefully be soon.
Chapter 7
~Sophomore Year~
"Gordo, come on." Lizzie walked up to my desk after class was over. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how you look at it, I spent the whole hour thinking of her and not the class. I think we have a test tomorrow, too. Oh well. You win some you lose some.
I stood up and swung my bag over a shoulder. "I'm ready." Lizzie proceeded to loop her arm through mine and we walked out the door into the bustling hallway.
This wasn't an unusual act for Lizzie. We always would walk linked together. This time was different though, we both knew it. And understood that our friendship was no longer just that. New territory was being discovered here and I wasn't intending on going back.
I also wasn't planning on talking about our 'moment' back in class. And I knew she wasn't either. I suppose we'll just have to see what happens here.
I did catch her looking at me a whole lot. That's always a plus. And every time I would catch her, she would keep my gaze, not backing down and start to smile slightly.
"What?" I said after such an occurrence.
"Nothing." She shook her head to emphasize her point.
"Whatever you say, McGuire. We doing something tonight?" I asked suddenly realizing it was Friday and I wanted to not be home.
"I don't know." Her shoulders slouched a little. "Everyone is supposedly going to see the new "Texas Chainsaw Massacre" but I don't really want to." Lizzie never did like scary movies.
"I don't need to see a remake, I've seen enough of them already. How about you and I do something instead?"
"By ourselves? Together? Definitely."
"Alright, it's a date. Er, well, yeah."
We may know that everything is different, but it doesn't mean anything gets to be any easier because of it.
I had told Lizzie that I would pick her up at seven. I decided to be a little unconventional, which is actually rather normal for me, and make this a nice, special night for Lizzie and I.
I got to her house at 7:05. Nice. Not too early. Not too late. She came out to greet me before I had actually reached the doorstep.
"Come on, Dad and Matt are building some sort of contraption. It's a little frightening." She grabbed my arm and pulled me back to my car.
Since we are located in the greater suburban California area, I decided for a outdoor setting. I started out towards the beach Lizzie and I used to go to and she immediately got excited.
"Gordo, are we going to the beach?"
"Yeah, you know, I'd thought we could watch the sunset or something. Get a bite to eat. Whatever. Hillridge is kinda boring."
"I'll agree with you there."
I tried to maintain my focus on the road, but something about Lizzie always drew me in. Not that I was swerving and almost killing us, I was driving like the true pro I was, but she still had this strange effect on me.
Legs would go weak, mouth would go dry, hands would get cold, sweaty, and clammy, I was just a total mess around her. I had started to get used to it and adapt a little, but now, now that everything was different, those same ailments of Lizzie were coming on full blast. The way she looked, the way she smelled, the way she tried to sing along with my CDs, it all intoxicated me in ways I had never dreamed possible.
"Liz, we're almost there. Do you just want to head to the beach or do you want to eat or what?"
"I don't know." She thought it over a couple of seconds, furrowing her brow, and chewing on her lip. Finally, she turned to me, "Why don't we just go to the beach?" Her eyes glistened when she responded.
"Beach it is. It's almost sunset anyways." I replied, pulling a right, towards the water.
We sat on the hood of my car, watching the sun as it fell away from the horizon. I laid back onto my windshield and Lizzie quickly followed suit. She reached over to my hand and interlaced our fingers. I glanced at her and she just answered me with a smile.
We just sat in a very comfortable silence for a while. Watching the sky change colors, and feeling the wind breeze by coolly on our bare skin. (A/N: Not that they're naked. Shorts, T-shirts. You know). Listening to the vague sounds of classical music wafting in from my CD player.
~Senior Year~
"Hi, son, I must have missed you. I just wanted to ask you about the wedding. Are you coming? I was kinda hoping that you would? Susan would really like to see you. As would I. Also, I was kind of thinking that you might be my best man? What do you think? Just give a ring back soon."
That was the message left on my voicemail today.
There goes the whole "I'm not going to the wedding" plan.
Me? A Best Man? My Father's? I guess I can do this.
A/N: I know that the Senior Year section is short and all that jazz, but I digress. Senior Year isn't really that interesting anyways. His, at least. Not then.
Reviews:
BrownEyedGurl: Yes. It wasn't supposed to be happening, but I suppose now it will be. Expect it maybe a month or so after I finish this one. Which will hopefully be soon.
Chapter 7
~Sophomore Year~
"Gordo, come on." Lizzie walked up to my desk after class was over. Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how you look at it, I spent the whole hour thinking of her and not the class. I think we have a test tomorrow, too. Oh well. You win some you lose some.
I stood up and swung my bag over a shoulder. "I'm ready." Lizzie proceeded to loop her arm through mine and we walked out the door into the bustling hallway.
This wasn't an unusual act for Lizzie. We always would walk linked together. This time was different though, we both knew it. And understood that our friendship was no longer just that. New territory was being discovered here and I wasn't intending on going back.
I also wasn't planning on talking about our 'moment' back in class. And I knew she wasn't either. I suppose we'll just have to see what happens here.
I did catch her looking at me a whole lot. That's always a plus. And every time I would catch her, she would keep my gaze, not backing down and start to smile slightly.
"What?" I said after such an occurrence.
"Nothing." She shook her head to emphasize her point.
"Whatever you say, McGuire. We doing something tonight?" I asked suddenly realizing it was Friday and I wanted to not be home.
"I don't know." Her shoulders slouched a little. "Everyone is supposedly going to see the new "Texas Chainsaw Massacre" but I don't really want to." Lizzie never did like scary movies.
"I don't need to see a remake, I've seen enough of them already. How about you and I do something instead?"
"By ourselves? Together? Definitely."
"Alright, it's a date. Er, well, yeah."
We may know that everything is different, but it doesn't mean anything gets to be any easier because of it.
I had told Lizzie that I would pick her up at seven. I decided to be a little unconventional, which is actually rather normal for me, and make this a nice, special night for Lizzie and I.
I got to her house at 7:05. Nice. Not too early. Not too late. She came out to greet me before I had actually reached the doorstep.
"Come on, Dad and Matt are building some sort of contraption. It's a little frightening." She grabbed my arm and pulled me back to my car.
Since we are located in the greater suburban California area, I decided for a outdoor setting. I started out towards the beach Lizzie and I used to go to and she immediately got excited.
"Gordo, are we going to the beach?"
"Yeah, you know, I'd thought we could watch the sunset or something. Get a bite to eat. Whatever. Hillridge is kinda boring."
"I'll agree with you there."
I tried to maintain my focus on the road, but something about Lizzie always drew me in. Not that I was swerving and almost killing us, I was driving like the true pro I was, but she still had this strange effect on me.
Legs would go weak, mouth would go dry, hands would get cold, sweaty, and clammy, I was just a total mess around her. I had started to get used to it and adapt a little, but now, now that everything was different, those same ailments of Lizzie were coming on full blast. The way she looked, the way she smelled, the way she tried to sing along with my CDs, it all intoxicated me in ways I had never dreamed possible.
"Liz, we're almost there. Do you just want to head to the beach or do you want to eat or what?"
"I don't know." She thought it over a couple of seconds, furrowing her brow, and chewing on her lip. Finally, she turned to me, "Why don't we just go to the beach?" Her eyes glistened when she responded.
"Beach it is. It's almost sunset anyways." I replied, pulling a right, towards the water.
We sat on the hood of my car, watching the sun as it fell away from the horizon. I laid back onto my windshield and Lizzie quickly followed suit. She reached over to my hand and interlaced our fingers. I glanced at her and she just answered me with a smile.
We just sat in a very comfortable silence for a while. Watching the sky change colors, and feeling the wind breeze by coolly on our bare skin. (A/N: Not that they're naked. Shorts, T-shirts. You know). Listening to the vague sounds of classical music wafting in from my CD player.
~Senior Year~
"Hi, son, I must have missed you. I just wanted to ask you about the wedding. Are you coming? I was kinda hoping that you would? Susan would really like to see you. As would I. Also, I was kind of thinking that you might be my best man? What do you think? Just give a ring back soon."
That was the message left on my voicemail today.
There goes the whole "I'm not going to the wedding" plan.
Me? A Best Man? My Father's? I guess I can do this.
A/N: I know that the Senior Year section is short and all that jazz, but I digress. Senior Year isn't really that interesting anyways. His, at least. Not then.