Author's Note: I was so impressed with me yesterday... :-D Of course, I was up until 3 writing that second one, but I knew what I wanted to write so I just did it. When I woke up this morning at 6:45, I was thinking 'Hey. Not a good idea. Let's not do that again, shall we?'. We'll see how well that works out, eh? :-D And KEVIN IS A DUMMY HEAD!!!
liz3386: First off, I *love* long-winded. Review until the cows come home! And yes, we should do all that stuff to Kevin. I also think we should go Lorena Bobbitt on him, too.... ;) If you notice, Gordo didn't fight, did he? He just got the stuffing beat out of him, so no way could he be kicked off the team. (Aren't I so good at covering my back? :-D) Thank you for the compliment about my flashbacks... I'm really really starting to love writing them! I mean, I was fine with it before, but they're such a great tool. And the best thing about them is you can just write about a moment, you don't have to write about every single little thing leading up to it, you know? I think they're also interesting, because you find out in pieces about the past. I dunno. I just really like them. Some people might think I use them too much, but... ::shrug::
Sky McCoy: You know, I've never seen 'Empire Records'. That has Liv Tyler in it, right? I keep seeing the box at the video store, and never renting it. But if you think it's good, I might just have to... :) Thanks for reviewing!
dramaqueen214: Thank you! I love it when Lizzie goes all Florence Nightingale... especially with Gordo! And I'm *so* glad that you're going to rent 'The Princess Bride'. You will *love* it. And if you don't, there's something seriously wrong with you! :)
LizzieC: You know, I don't like Kevin either. :) How could anyone even think to damage the face of our wonderful Gordo? Thanks!
swim6516: A dirk monkey? Haha... that's great! Yes, he is. For the swim off thing, we used to do something similar when I played basketball... run to the end of the gym and back. And isn't Lizzie so cute when she's taking care of Gordo? hee hee.... DPF!!
Black Knight: Thank you! I have my personal opinions about the whole thing, and they're not all based in logic, but I'm glad someone agrees. And I'm glad someone understands how I write! I sat down and just wrote the first chapter because I thought it would be fun... and now I'm all hooked and stuff on finding out what happens to these guys. I mentioned something about the picture in chapter 7, I think, but I'll say it again, and just this: Miranda's been playing with her camera for a little while now.... :-D And waking up early is quite possibly one of the worst things in the world, but most especially on Saturday when you *know* you should be sleeping in. I think it's insanity to be up before the sun is. Heck, it's insanity to be up before the sun has hit its high point, in my opinion. Agreed, early morning classes suck... I used to have a zero hour in high school, so I had to be to school at 7 instead of 8. *That* was always fun. Not. Anyway, one more question: Did you get your name from Monty Python and the Holy Grail, or just from King Arthur lore?
Kel: Thanks, I'm glad you like it! And yes, it seems like they won't be making anymore Lizzie McGuire. But let's keep our fingers crossed; it seems more likely that Hilary Duff would sign at least for another movie, because it's not something she'd be playing *every week*, and so the Lizzie McGuire stigma would be laid off a little. And she'd be able to get more money, which is one of the big problems for her signing to make a high school series of LM.
Let's get this show on the road!
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Once they got inside the apartment, Lizzie made her way into her bedroom with Gordo still firmly attached to her side.
"Here we are," she whispered, helping him to slide between the cool sheets. "Do you want some... um... water, maybe?" Gordo just shook his head.
"Sleep," he murmured. "I just want to sleep forever." Lizzie nodded her head, tears still dripping from her eyes. Poor, poor Gordo, she thought sadly.
"Okay," she whispered. She turned around to head for--she didn't know, the living room, the kitchen, anywhere but here with this awful, unbearable sadness. Who would hurt her Gordo like this, and why?
"Lizzie," he croaked, and she whipped around, hurrying back to the bed.
"Yeah?"
"Will you stay until I fall asleep?" he asked drowsily.
Oh, Gordo. Her heart broke. "Of course," she answered, and pulled up her desk chair to sit next to him. She reached over and took his hand, occasionally smoothing his short hair, listening while his breathing evened out and sleep took him. She gently placed his hand back on the bed and leaned down to kiss his forehead. After smoothing the covers one last time, she quietly left the room and carefully closed the door behind her. She laid down on her leather couch; finally, *finally* the tears could come full-blast, and she cried herself to sleep.
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Lizzie awoke with a start and glaced at her watch. She couldn't have been asleep for more than an hour, she decided. I should go check on Gordo, she thought. She stood up and headed for her bedroom, opening the door. She walked to where she knew her lamp was and switched it on. Gordo flinched a little, but didn't wake up, and she was grateful for that. He needed to sleep, badly, she could see. But he might also be hurt worse than either of them thought. Should she wake him up? Shaking her head, she went out to the kitchen to get a glass of water. He'd probably want it, she thought. Ice, her harried brain told her. An ice pack for his face. Lizzie almost slapped herself in the forehead. Of course, why hadn't she gotten him an ice pack earlier? She'd just been so worried.... She filled a ziplock bag with ice and closed it, wrapping it in a dish towel, then headed back to her room, picking up the water on her way. Stepping back into her room, she set the water and the ice bag on her bedside table.
"Gordo," she half-whispered, shaking his shoulder a little. He groaned and batted her hand away. She smiled a little. "Come on Gordo, just wake up for a few minutes," she coaxed. He cracked open his good eye to look up at her. "Can you sit up?" she asked, then proceeded to help him up without waiting for an answer. When he was propped against her headboard, she started to hand him the water until he got a funny look on his face.
"Lizzie," he said urgently. "Trash can. Now." Confused, Lizzie grabbed the small one next to her desk and was back in a second. Gordo grabbed it and vomited that morning's pancakes into it, continuing to dry heave even after his stomach was empty. "Oh God," he whispered, looking exhausted as he leaned heavily against the pillows behind him. "That's been wanting to come up for awhile now."
"Gordo!" Lizzie said, more sharply than she intended from her fear. "*What is wrong*?!" He looked at her again.
"I got my ass handed to me, Lizzie," he answered, a little sarcastically.
"Why are you throwing up?" she cried, too preoccupied in her worry to bother being gentle or understanding or anything.
"Probably because I got kicked in the stomach more than once," was Gordo's simple answer. Lizzie narrowed her eyes, wavering between irrational anger and hysterical tears. The hysterical tears won, and Lizzie collapsed on the bed next to him, crying and crying, hugging Gordo tightly all the while. As her sobs started easing, she realized Gordo was holding her, rubbing her back in soothing circles.
"Hey," he whispered to her, his face right next to hers. She gazed up at him with watery eyes, still sniffling every few seconds. "I told you I'd be okay in the car, right?" he reminded her. Lizzie nodded. "And I will be," he told her. "I just need to rest for a couple days and I'll be back on my toes." Lizzie nodded again and stood up, grabbing a tissue from the box on her desk and wiping her nose.
"I brought you a glass of water," she whispered, picking it up off the table and handing it to him.
"Thanks Lizzie," he said with a grateful smile, drinking a few sips and handing it back to her. "I can't drink anymore right now." Lizzie nodded and watched as he eased himself back down on the bed, silently handing him the ice bag when he was settled. "Thank you again," he whispered drowsily, holding the pack to his eye.
"Hey, no problem," she said in a watery voice. She sat down in her chair and held his free hand. After about ten minutes, his breathing started evening out and the bag slipped from his limp hand. He was asleep again. Lizzie picked it up and went back out to the kitchen. She was emptying the melting ice into the sink and setting aside the bag when she heard a key inserted in the lock. Great, she thought. Miranda was home and Gordo looked like shit... how was she supposed to explain *this*, especially when she didn't know much herself?
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Author's Note: Okay, I'm really wondering where the last three chapters are coming from. I swear, it's like I started this story going 'Okay, let's write a cute, not-too-sappy L/G fic' and now I'm writing the angstiest schtick I can wrench from the depressive pits of my brain. I swear, I am *so* trying to steer this back to where I thought it was going... which is why Gordo isn't in the hospital now with broken ribs or something. Anyway, keep the reviews coming guys! I think next chapter or the one after that we will all see sweet, sweet revenge... or the beginnings of it anyway. Ciao!
liz3386: First off, I *love* long-winded. Review until the cows come home! And yes, we should do all that stuff to Kevin. I also think we should go Lorena Bobbitt on him, too.... ;) If you notice, Gordo didn't fight, did he? He just got the stuffing beat out of him, so no way could he be kicked off the team. (Aren't I so good at covering my back? :-D) Thank you for the compliment about my flashbacks... I'm really really starting to love writing them! I mean, I was fine with it before, but they're such a great tool. And the best thing about them is you can just write about a moment, you don't have to write about every single little thing leading up to it, you know? I think they're also interesting, because you find out in pieces about the past. I dunno. I just really like them. Some people might think I use them too much, but... ::shrug::
Sky McCoy: You know, I've never seen 'Empire Records'. That has Liv Tyler in it, right? I keep seeing the box at the video store, and never renting it. But if you think it's good, I might just have to... :) Thanks for reviewing!
dramaqueen214: Thank you! I love it when Lizzie goes all Florence Nightingale... especially with Gordo! And I'm *so* glad that you're going to rent 'The Princess Bride'. You will *love* it. And if you don't, there's something seriously wrong with you! :)
LizzieC: You know, I don't like Kevin either. :) How could anyone even think to damage the face of our wonderful Gordo? Thanks!
swim6516: A dirk monkey? Haha... that's great! Yes, he is. For the swim off thing, we used to do something similar when I played basketball... run to the end of the gym and back. And isn't Lizzie so cute when she's taking care of Gordo? hee hee.... DPF!!
Black Knight: Thank you! I have my personal opinions about the whole thing, and they're not all based in logic, but I'm glad someone agrees. And I'm glad someone understands how I write! I sat down and just wrote the first chapter because I thought it would be fun... and now I'm all hooked and stuff on finding out what happens to these guys. I mentioned something about the picture in chapter 7, I think, but I'll say it again, and just this: Miranda's been playing with her camera for a little while now.... :-D And waking up early is quite possibly one of the worst things in the world, but most especially on Saturday when you *know* you should be sleeping in. I think it's insanity to be up before the sun is. Heck, it's insanity to be up before the sun has hit its high point, in my opinion. Agreed, early morning classes suck... I used to have a zero hour in high school, so I had to be to school at 7 instead of 8. *That* was always fun. Not. Anyway, one more question: Did you get your name from Monty Python and the Holy Grail, or just from King Arthur lore?
Kel: Thanks, I'm glad you like it! And yes, it seems like they won't be making anymore Lizzie McGuire. But let's keep our fingers crossed; it seems more likely that Hilary Duff would sign at least for another movie, because it's not something she'd be playing *every week*, and so the Lizzie McGuire stigma would be laid off a little. And she'd be able to get more money, which is one of the big problems for her signing to make a high school series of LM.
Let's get this show on the road!
~*~*~*~
Once they got inside the apartment, Lizzie made her way into her bedroom with Gordo still firmly attached to her side.
"Here we are," she whispered, helping him to slide between the cool sheets. "Do you want some... um... water, maybe?" Gordo just shook his head.
"Sleep," he murmured. "I just want to sleep forever." Lizzie nodded her head, tears still dripping from her eyes. Poor, poor Gordo, she thought sadly.
"Okay," she whispered. She turned around to head for--she didn't know, the living room, the kitchen, anywhere but here with this awful, unbearable sadness. Who would hurt her Gordo like this, and why?
"Lizzie," he croaked, and she whipped around, hurrying back to the bed.
"Yeah?"
"Will you stay until I fall asleep?" he asked drowsily.
Oh, Gordo. Her heart broke. "Of course," she answered, and pulled up her desk chair to sit next to him. She reached over and took his hand, occasionally smoothing his short hair, listening while his breathing evened out and sleep took him. She gently placed his hand back on the bed and leaned down to kiss his forehead. After smoothing the covers one last time, she quietly left the room and carefully closed the door behind her. She laid down on her leather couch; finally, *finally* the tears could come full-blast, and she cried herself to sleep.
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Lizzie awoke with a start and glaced at her watch. She couldn't have been asleep for more than an hour, she decided. I should go check on Gordo, she thought. She stood up and headed for her bedroom, opening the door. She walked to where she knew her lamp was and switched it on. Gordo flinched a little, but didn't wake up, and she was grateful for that. He needed to sleep, badly, she could see. But he might also be hurt worse than either of them thought. Should she wake him up? Shaking her head, she went out to the kitchen to get a glass of water. He'd probably want it, she thought. Ice, her harried brain told her. An ice pack for his face. Lizzie almost slapped herself in the forehead. Of course, why hadn't she gotten him an ice pack earlier? She'd just been so worried.... She filled a ziplock bag with ice and closed it, wrapping it in a dish towel, then headed back to her room, picking up the water on her way. Stepping back into her room, she set the water and the ice bag on her bedside table.
"Gordo," she half-whispered, shaking his shoulder a little. He groaned and batted her hand away. She smiled a little. "Come on Gordo, just wake up for a few minutes," she coaxed. He cracked open his good eye to look up at her. "Can you sit up?" she asked, then proceeded to help him up without waiting for an answer. When he was propped against her headboard, she started to hand him the water until he got a funny look on his face.
"Lizzie," he said urgently. "Trash can. Now." Confused, Lizzie grabbed the small one next to her desk and was back in a second. Gordo grabbed it and vomited that morning's pancakes into it, continuing to dry heave even after his stomach was empty. "Oh God," he whispered, looking exhausted as he leaned heavily against the pillows behind him. "That's been wanting to come up for awhile now."
"Gordo!" Lizzie said, more sharply than she intended from her fear. "*What is wrong*?!" He looked at her again.
"I got my ass handed to me, Lizzie," he answered, a little sarcastically.
"Why are you throwing up?" she cried, too preoccupied in her worry to bother being gentle or understanding or anything.
"Probably because I got kicked in the stomach more than once," was Gordo's simple answer. Lizzie narrowed her eyes, wavering between irrational anger and hysterical tears. The hysterical tears won, and Lizzie collapsed on the bed next to him, crying and crying, hugging Gordo tightly all the while. As her sobs started easing, she realized Gordo was holding her, rubbing her back in soothing circles.
"Hey," he whispered to her, his face right next to hers. She gazed up at him with watery eyes, still sniffling every few seconds. "I told you I'd be okay in the car, right?" he reminded her. Lizzie nodded. "And I will be," he told her. "I just need to rest for a couple days and I'll be back on my toes." Lizzie nodded again and stood up, grabbing a tissue from the box on her desk and wiping her nose.
"I brought you a glass of water," she whispered, picking it up off the table and handing it to him.
"Thanks Lizzie," he said with a grateful smile, drinking a few sips and handing it back to her. "I can't drink anymore right now." Lizzie nodded and watched as he eased himself back down on the bed, silently handing him the ice bag when he was settled. "Thank you again," he whispered drowsily, holding the pack to his eye.
"Hey, no problem," she said in a watery voice. She sat down in her chair and held his free hand. After about ten minutes, his breathing started evening out and the bag slipped from his limp hand. He was asleep again. Lizzie picked it up and went back out to the kitchen. She was emptying the melting ice into the sink and setting aside the bag when she heard a key inserted in the lock. Great, she thought. Miranda was home and Gordo looked like shit... how was she supposed to explain *this*, especially when she didn't know much herself?
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Author's Note: Okay, I'm really wondering where the last three chapters are coming from. I swear, it's like I started this story going 'Okay, let's write a cute, not-too-sappy L/G fic' and now I'm writing the angstiest schtick I can wrench from the depressive pits of my brain. I swear, I am *so* trying to steer this back to where I thought it was going... which is why Gordo isn't in the hospital now with broken ribs or something. Anyway, keep the reviews coming guys! I think next chapter or the one after that we will all see sweet, sweet revenge... or the beginnings of it anyway. Ciao!