Author's Note: Okay, people, I'm dead serious: I am *so* feeling the love!
dramaqueen214: I'm so glad to hear that I'm not the only post-middle schooler who's geeked about Lizzie McGuire. I swear, it must have this huge underground late-teen/early-twenties following. Oh, if only Disney knew, eh? BTW, your niece probably thinks you are the coolest aunt ever! I know I would... :)
liz3386: Another one of my repeat reviewers! You are always providing great feedback, I love to see it in my mailbox! I'm glad you like what I'm doing... I want people to read it after all! I made the last chapter so much from Lizzie's POV because I wanted the flashbacks to be from her POV. As you see, this chapter focuses more on things from Gordo's POV. I'm trying to keep it even, they're both such interesting characters to write from their perspectives!
LizzieC: Girl, you are so awesome. Your constant reviews are great to see! I'm glad you're still reading!
HAA: Thanks a lot!
starwatcher31: Thank you! I hate confusing flashbacks, so I'm trying to make mine as easy as possible to understand. I used to have a job that I'd go to at 2 p.m. and get out at midnight... ugh! I can completely empathize. I used to be such a night owl, too, so this job is really hard for me to be responsible with. :) Anyway, it's good to know I've got one more person hooked! haha...
MsJML: Wow, thanks! And two reviews, too...! I'm trying to write something that isn't *too* overdone... I mean, let's face it, it's hard to write a *really* original plot. And don't worry, you can join my support group for that Gordo problem. ;) My little sister and I were really really talking to the movie towards the end... "LIZZIE, GORDO WUV YOU!!!" and such things. Apparently, she listened to us all, though, right? heh heh heh... :)
And now, back to the story....
~*~*~*~
With a final stroke up his spine, Lizzie stood up and started heading for her kitchen.
"You hungry, Gordo?" Lizzie asked from the kitchen. Not getting an answer, she repeated her question more loudly. Still no answer. So she headed back to the front room to see... Gordo still sprawled on the floor. She rolled her eyes and crouched down to poke him in the stomach with her finger... and quickly found herself staring at the ceiling.
"Gordo," she began warningly. "Was that *really* neccessary?" she asked through clenched teeth.
Now, a prudent man would say no. A prudent man would apologize profusely. A prudent man--
"Yep!"
--Would *not* give that answer. Obviously, not a prudent man. Ah well.
Lizzie narrowed her eyes and looked over at him lying next to her with a big grin on his face.
"Someone is obviously in a better mood," she stated wryly.
"Yep."
"Is someone willing to give more than one-word answers?" she inquired.
"Nope."
"Is someone willing to choose between eating and one-word answers?" she threatened jokingly.
"Hmm...." Gordo thought. No contest, he decided. "Want some help?" he asked, giving her a winning smile.
"Sure," Lizzie relented.
"What're we making?" he asked.
"Mmm... not sure yet," Lizzie admitted. "You have your pick of poor-college-student food: ramen noodles, spaghetti, or rice."
"Spaghetti."
"Good choice."
~*~
An hour later, after the spagetti was eaten, Gordo and Lizzie were both sitting on the leather couch, well into 'The Princess Bride'. Gordo glanced over at Lizzie, who was watching the TV with wide eyes and a trembling lower lip. He knew exactly what she was thinking: Would Westley reveal himself in time? Would Buttercup follow anyway? And would Westley deliver the really cheezy and yet really *really* romantic 'Death cannot stop True Love. All it can do is delay it for awhile'? Yes, yes, and *definitely* yes, Gordo thought with satisfaction as the events unfolded and Lizzie clutched his arm tighter and tighter. She was so cute, he thought. She always did the same things when they watched this movie together, and she always wondered what the outcome would be *this time*. He'd asked her about it one time. It had been eleventh grade, and not that he *really* minded, but he was just so curious....
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Lizzie," Gordo started as the ending credits began to roll.
"Hmm?" she answered from her seat on the couch next to him.
"We've seen this movie a hundred times. You know exactly what's going to happen and who's going to say what, and yet every time you watch this movie, it's like you think it's gonna change on you at the last minute or something," Gordo said. "Why is that?"
Lizzie worried her bottom lip between her teeth. "That's just it, Gordo," Lizzie whispered, her eyes wide. "What if it *did* change and Buttercup was all alone, and Westley never came to her rescue, and...." she stopped and saw the smile on his face. "You think I'm stupid," she muttered, her face turning red.
Gordo disagreed. "I think you're enchanting," he half-whispered. Lizzie blushed and looked away.
"I think about what-ifs all the time, Gordo," she admitted, looking at him again with an expression of... longing? he wondered. Nahhh... Lizzie wasn't into him that way... right? "Like what if..." and she trailed off, leaning closer to Gordo.
Time slowed as Gordo watched her beautiful face inch slowly closer to his. He'd been just about to lean forward that last inch, when...
"David!" he heard his mother call from the kitchen. Obviously, she and his father had just gotten home from their seminar. He watched in dismay as Lizzie jerked her head back, eyes flying wide open in horror. She'd been about to kiss him, he thought, and now look at her. Horrified by the thought! Before he could open his mouth to say anything to her, to reassure her it was okay, he hadn't taken it seriously (even though it had almost meant the world), she was pulling on her light jacket and heading for the door with a fake smile on her face, giving him a quick goodbye and then she was gone.
Neither one of them had mentioned that night again....
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Gordo shook himself from his thoughts as the grandpa said 'As you wish'. Lizzie stood up from the couch and stretched her arms toward the ceiling which hitched her pajama top up just a bit. Gordo didn't want to help himself... he just stared. Then her arms came down and she flashed him a smile as he jumped guiltily.
"Wanna watch another movie?" Lizzie asked
"Uh... yeah," Gordo agreed, still a little frazzled. "Which one?"
"Hmm." Lizzie tapped her chin with one finger. "How about Gladiator? There's a big, tough, manly movie for you," she teased with a grin.
"Sure," Gordo answered with a smile. "I haven't seen it in ages. And," he added, "there's a big, tough, manly man for you to drool over."
"You or Russel Crowe?" she asked mischieviously, then headed for her room to get the movie without waiting for an answer.
Boy, thought Gordo. She was gonna be the death of him....
~*~*~*~
Author's note: Yay, fifth chapter done and over with! Now, you know y'all gotta review again, so just press the button and tell me what you think. Later!
dramaqueen214: I'm so glad to hear that I'm not the only post-middle schooler who's geeked about Lizzie McGuire. I swear, it must have this huge underground late-teen/early-twenties following. Oh, if only Disney knew, eh? BTW, your niece probably thinks you are the coolest aunt ever! I know I would... :)
liz3386: Another one of my repeat reviewers! You are always providing great feedback, I love to see it in my mailbox! I'm glad you like what I'm doing... I want people to read it after all! I made the last chapter so much from Lizzie's POV because I wanted the flashbacks to be from her POV. As you see, this chapter focuses more on things from Gordo's POV. I'm trying to keep it even, they're both such interesting characters to write from their perspectives!
LizzieC: Girl, you are so awesome. Your constant reviews are great to see! I'm glad you're still reading!
HAA: Thanks a lot!
starwatcher31: Thank you! I hate confusing flashbacks, so I'm trying to make mine as easy as possible to understand. I used to have a job that I'd go to at 2 p.m. and get out at midnight... ugh! I can completely empathize. I used to be such a night owl, too, so this job is really hard for me to be responsible with. :) Anyway, it's good to know I've got one more person hooked! haha...
MsJML: Wow, thanks! And two reviews, too...! I'm trying to write something that isn't *too* overdone... I mean, let's face it, it's hard to write a *really* original plot. And don't worry, you can join my support group for that Gordo problem. ;) My little sister and I were really really talking to the movie towards the end... "LIZZIE, GORDO WUV YOU!!!" and such things. Apparently, she listened to us all, though, right? heh heh heh... :)
And now, back to the story....
~*~*~*~
With a final stroke up his spine, Lizzie stood up and started heading for her kitchen.
"You hungry, Gordo?" Lizzie asked from the kitchen. Not getting an answer, she repeated her question more loudly. Still no answer. So she headed back to the front room to see... Gordo still sprawled on the floor. She rolled her eyes and crouched down to poke him in the stomach with her finger... and quickly found herself staring at the ceiling.
"Gordo," she began warningly. "Was that *really* neccessary?" she asked through clenched teeth.
Now, a prudent man would say no. A prudent man would apologize profusely. A prudent man--
"Yep!"
--Would *not* give that answer. Obviously, not a prudent man. Ah well.
Lizzie narrowed her eyes and looked over at him lying next to her with a big grin on his face.
"Someone is obviously in a better mood," she stated wryly.
"Yep."
"Is someone willing to give more than one-word answers?" she inquired.
"Nope."
"Is someone willing to choose between eating and one-word answers?" she threatened jokingly.
"Hmm...." Gordo thought. No contest, he decided. "Want some help?" he asked, giving her a winning smile.
"Sure," Lizzie relented.
"What're we making?" he asked.
"Mmm... not sure yet," Lizzie admitted. "You have your pick of poor-college-student food: ramen noodles, spaghetti, or rice."
"Spaghetti."
"Good choice."
~*~
An hour later, after the spagetti was eaten, Gordo and Lizzie were both sitting on the leather couch, well into 'The Princess Bride'. Gordo glanced over at Lizzie, who was watching the TV with wide eyes and a trembling lower lip. He knew exactly what she was thinking: Would Westley reveal himself in time? Would Buttercup follow anyway? And would Westley deliver the really cheezy and yet really *really* romantic 'Death cannot stop True Love. All it can do is delay it for awhile'? Yes, yes, and *definitely* yes, Gordo thought with satisfaction as the events unfolded and Lizzie clutched his arm tighter and tighter. She was so cute, he thought. She always did the same things when they watched this movie together, and she always wondered what the outcome would be *this time*. He'd asked her about it one time. It had been eleventh grade, and not that he *really* minded, but he was just so curious....
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Lizzie," Gordo started as the ending credits began to roll.
"Hmm?" she answered from her seat on the couch next to him.
"We've seen this movie a hundred times. You know exactly what's going to happen and who's going to say what, and yet every time you watch this movie, it's like you think it's gonna change on you at the last minute or something," Gordo said. "Why is that?"
Lizzie worried her bottom lip between her teeth. "That's just it, Gordo," Lizzie whispered, her eyes wide. "What if it *did* change and Buttercup was all alone, and Westley never came to her rescue, and...." she stopped and saw the smile on his face. "You think I'm stupid," she muttered, her face turning red.
Gordo disagreed. "I think you're enchanting," he half-whispered. Lizzie blushed and looked away.
"I think about what-ifs all the time, Gordo," she admitted, looking at him again with an expression of... longing? he wondered. Nahhh... Lizzie wasn't into him that way... right? "Like what if..." and she trailed off, leaning closer to Gordo.
Time slowed as Gordo watched her beautiful face inch slowly closer to his. He'd been just about to lean forward that last inch, when...
"David!" he heard his mother call from the kitchen. Obviously, she and his father had just gotten home from their seminar. He watched in dismay as Lizzie jerked her head back, eyes flying wide open in horror. She'd been about to kiss him, he thought, and now look at her. Horrified by the thought! Before he could open his mouth to say anything to her, to reassure her it was okay, he hadn't taken it seriously (even though it had almost meant the world), she was pulling on her light jacket and heading for the door with a fake smile on her face, giving him a quick goodbye and then she was gone.
Neither one of them had mentioned that night again....
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Gordo shook himself from his thoughts as the grandpa said 'As you wish'. Lizzie stood up from the couch and stretched her arms toward the ceiling which hitched her pajama top up just a bit. Gordo didn't want to help himself... he just stared. Then her arms came down and she flashed him a smile as he jumped guiltily.
"Wanna watch another movie?" Lizzie asked
"Uh... yeah," Gordo agreed, still a little frazzled. "Which one?"
"Hmm." Lizzie tapped her chin with one finger. "How about Gladiator? There's a big, tough, manly movie for you," she teased with a grin.
"Sure," Gordo answered with a smile. "I haven't seen it in ages. And," he added, "there's a big, tough, manly man for you to drool over."
"You or Russel Crowe?" she asked mischieviously, then headed for her room to get the movie without waiting for an answer.
Boy, thought Gordo. She was gonna be the death of him....
~*~*~*~
Author's note: Yay, fifth chapter done and over with! Now, you know y'all gotta review again, so just press the button and tell me what you think. Later!