A.N.: Hi. Sorry I haven't updated in soooo long. I've been sorta busy.
But here.
Lizzie soon woke up from her deep sleep.
"I feel asleep again. Great," She said to herself out loud.
She rolled over and punched her head into the pillow. Then, her phone rang. She almost decided not to answer it, but then advised she should. She glanced at her called I.D. before she answered it. It was Gordo's number. what was he doing calling her?
"Hello?" She said with the sound of a weak, tired, and sad voice.
"Hey," Gordo's voice softly replied, not sounding mad at all.
"Gordo. what are you doing calling me? I thought you hated me like Ronnie and Miranda."
"Yes, well. You've gone through enough."
"What do you mean?"
"You deserve so much better than that Ronnie loser guy. Any guy that doesn't see that is a jerk."
"Gordo, I."
"Don't say it. Look, I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"I don't know. I just feel guilty."
"But Gordo, you didn't do anything. What's wrong? Is Miranda okay?"
"Yeah, she's fine."
"Gordo."
"Look, I'd rather talk about this in person."
"Come over than. Um, but after dinner?"
Lizzie didn't want Gordo to see her this way. With tear stains on the rims of her eyes and dark clouds under them, her hair was a mess, and she LOOKED like a living mess.
"Okay, after dinner."
"Bye."
At dinner, Lizzie ate like a horse. Gordo didn't seem mad at her. That was an improvement, she thought. And plus, despite how bad she was mentally hurt, she still had to eat. She was starving.
After dinner, she decided to grab a quick shower and change. Then put on some make up to cover her dark clouds under her eyes.
Soon after that, she heard the door bell ring.
"I'll get it!" She yelled and came running down the stairs.
"Is there something she's not telling us?" Sam asked Jo in a whisper.
"It's probably just Gordo or someone," Jo replied unworried.
"Hey." There was Gordo.
"Hi. Come in. Let's go up to my room so we can talk," Lizzie invited.
Once they got into Lizzie's room, she locked the door and Gordo sat down. She sat down on her bed.
"So." Lizzie said, trying to get Gordo talking first.
"Lizzie." Gordo finally said.
"Ye-yes?" Lizzie replied.
"I think. I. I think I like you," He told her.
Lizzie chuckled. "I like you too, Gordo."
Then she realized that was the first time she had laughed in two days..
"No. You don't understand," Gordo replied, sounding annoyed.
"What do you mean?"
"I think I like you as not a friend. I---I think I'm in love with you."
Lizzie soon woke up from her deep sleep.
"I feel asleep again. Great," She said to herself out loud.
She rolled over and punched her head into the pillow. Then, her phone rang. She almost decided not to answer it, but then advised she should. She glanced at her called I.D. before she answered it. It was Gordo's number. what was he doing calling her?
"Hello?" She said with the sound of a weak, tired, and sad voice.
"Hey," Gordo's voice softly replied, not sounding mad at all.
"Gordo. what are you doing calling me? I thought you hated me like Ronnie and Miranda."
"Yes, well. You've gone through enough."
"What do you mean?"
"You deserve so much better than that Ronnie loser guy. Any guy that doesn't see that is a jerk."
"Gordo, I."
"Don't say it. Look, I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"I don't know. I just feel guilty."
"But Gordo, you didn't do anything. What's wrong? Is Miranda okay?"
"Yeah, she's fine."
"Gordo."
"Look, I'd rather talk about this in person."
"Come over than. Um, but after dinner?"
Lizzie didn't want Gordo to see her this way. With tear stains on the rims of her eyes and dark clouds under them, her hair was a mess, and she LOOKED like a living mess.
"Okay, after dinner."
"Bye."
At dinner, Lizzie ate like a horse. Gordo didn't seem mad at her. That was an improvement, she thought. And plus, despite how bad she was mentally hurt, she still had to eat. She was starving.
After dinner, she decided to grab a quick shower and change. Then put on some make up to cover her dark clouds under her eyes.
Soon after that, she heard the door bell ring.
"I'll get it!" She yelled and came running down the stairs.
"Is there something she's not telling us?" Sam asked Jo in a whisper.
"It's probably just Gordo or someone," Jo replied unworried.
"Hey." There was Gordo.
"Hi. Come in. Let's go up to my room so we can talk," Lizzie invited.
Once they got into Lizzie's room, she locked the door and Gordo sat down. She sat down on her bed.
"So." Lizzie said, trying to get Gordo talking first.
"Lizzie." Gordo finally said.
"Ye-yes?" Lizzie replied.
"I think. I. I think I like you," He told her.
Lizzie chuckled. "I like you too, Gordo."
Then she realized that was the first time she had laughed in two days..
"No. You don't understand," Gordo replied, sounding annoyed.
"What do you mean?"
"I think I like you as not a friend. I---I think I'm in love with you."