Disclaimer: Okay, here's the second chapter. Thanks for all the reviews and support! ^,^ It makes me actually continue things. ^,^; Anyways, I don't own any copyrighted items that I don't own. That made very little sense, but I think I'll leave it that way. ~.^ ~~Forever3330~~ ^.~

What I Can't Say~~A Lizzie McGuire fanfiction

By Forever3330

Chapter Two: Lizzie

Life can be strange at times. It twists around and does things you never thought it would. I guess it doesn't matter, though. There's nothing much I can do about it. I never really thought that I'd end up alive in Middle School, with two best friends who I trust completely.

That's another thing, though. I trust people a little too easily. Unless it's my brother we're talking about. It's best not to trust him. He always has really wacky plans, usually made to annoy/hurt/embarrass me. I love him, sure…but that doesn't mean we aren't at eachother's throats most of the time.

But I know I can trust Gordo and Miranda. Even if we do fight sometimes. They wouldn't hurt me on purpose.

Miranda's the wild one, I suppose. I wish I could be a little more like her. She ALWAYS says what she wants to, no matter what. She's just so confident. And she definitely walks her own road. Her fashion taste is quite a bit different then mine, although she's trying to get me to be less of the 'good girl' in that way. I think she knows something I don't about me, though. Kinda weird. She's fun to be around, even if we do tend to get into troublesome situations.

My other best friend, Gordo, is cool. He's REALLY smart, and REALLY confident. He helps me with homework, though, so I don't wish I was as smart as him. It's a lot more fun just to drag him over to my house and ask him to explain stuff to me. When he explains it I actually understand it! Gordo should definitely consider a teaching career. I envy him that he can say whatever he wants to and stick with it no matter what. I envy both of them that, actually. But Gordo seems to never have any problems saying whatever it is he wants to say. Except, I think he wants to tell me something half of the time. Sometimes he'll stutter and try to get something out. It's REALLY weird. I hope he knows he can tell me anything. If he's worried or has some type of problem, he can always come to me. I bet he has deeper thoughts then me, anyways.

He also has really cute eyes.

Wait a second. Should I really be thinking about Gordo's eyes? Shouldn't that be 'Ethan has really cute eyes'? But Ethan WOULD be a lot cuter if he had Gordo's eyes. And maybe some of Gordo's intelligence. I'm guessing Ethan wouldn't notice my feelings if I asked him to marry me. Just a guess.

But if I like Ethan, shouldn't I like him just the way he is? And why the heck am I thinking about Gordo's eyes?

Because they're cute? They draw me in…

Ack! Ethan! Ethan! Ethan! Ethan! Ethdo! Gordo!

GAH! Why is my mind turning against me?! Hello! I rule here! My mind! Ethan! Ethan! Gordo!

"ETHAN!"

Miranda turns to me, giving me her 'you're getting insane and scaring me' look. "Lizzie? Are you okay?"

At least I didn't shout TOO loudly. "Um, yeah! Just great! Perfect!" Cue nervous laughter. Note to self: keep wars with brain to minimum noise level.

Still, Gordo's eyes ARE cute. They have that strange power to draw me in. It's like I'm the only person alive, when he looks at me. I like that look. Sometimes it feels as if I need it. Like we're the only two people alive…

"Lizzie! Earth to Lizzie!" Miranda waves her hand in front of my face, and I blink, then focus my eyes on her. I blush slightly. I really should not be thinking about Gordo like that. "Are you okay? You keep zoning out! Do you have a fever or something?" She puts a hand to my forehead, and I shake it away.

"No…I'm fine." She looks doubtful. "Seriously! I'm just a little sleepy, is all." Dang. I thought about Gordo's eyes again. Why me?

Sometimes being around Gordo can make me feel strange. Happy. Dizzy. Blushing. Gah! I shouldn't feel that way around my best friend, should I? Should I?

"Miranda?" We're at our lockers now. Leaning against them, waiting for Gordo.

"Hmm?"

"How do you know if you're in love?" I want to slap myself. That was one of the stupidest question I have ever asked. Ever.

"Lizzie, seriously, are you okay?" She looks worried. Oh…I don't want her to be worried. I HATE worrying people. I almost want to tell her about all of this confusion, but I stop it all from coming out and force myself to nod.

"Yeah. Sorry. Just thinking about G—How great Ethan is!" Cue neon-red blush, courtesy of the McGuire studios.

"If you know you love him, why ask me?" Something catches her attention, and she waves. "Gordo! Watch it! You're gonna trip!"

Gordo wasn't paying attention, head down, his thoughtful/sad/worrying look on his face. If he didn't pay attention soon he was going to trip over that garbage can.

I feel bouncy all of the sudden. I really wish I could understand my feelings sometimes. I can feel myself smiling. I wave, any traces of sleepiness or worry gone. "Hey! Gordo!"

He snaps his head, up, swerving just in time to avoid the garbage can, then smiles. The smile is strange, I think. Pained and happy and sad and subdued. And then it's just a normal Gordo-smile. It must have been my imagination. "Lizzie! Miranda!" It's that look again, for a few moments, making me the only person alive…and then he glances at Miranda, runs up, and says something to her, to which she replies.

Can it possibly be that…Gordo likes me? For a moment I actually consider this insane possibility.

Then I shake my head. Gordo is my best friend, as I am his. That's all we are. If he liked anyone, it surely wouldn't be me. Right?

I feel Miranda's stare upon me for a moment, then I have to wonder.

Why can't I understand myself?

END

^,^ Please read the next chapter. Lizzie was less deep then Gordo, but that's because she doesn't really understand her feelings or others feelings as well as him. She's a bit too naïve in my point of view. I hope it wasn't too OOC. Anyways, I hope you all read and review. The next chapter will be the last. I don't always necessarily have a definite ending. Because there isn't always a definite ending. Please don't be too horribly mad at this. But sometimes things don't always have a conclusion. They just have hope and pain and fear and not knowing. But that is that.