[: Narrator's P.O.V :]
Lizzie and Gordo sat in silence after that. Hours and hours on end..
Finally, Lizzie turned to him abruptly and said in a panic, "Gordo! Oh my gosh! It's getting late! I didn't realize.."
Her hazel eyes peered uncertainly at him, the panic washing away from her face to become serenity. Gordo smiled slightly before looking at his watch. He sighed in submission, shrugging his shoulders. "Yeah, I guess.. It's almost seven."
Gordo let his eyes drift to her face and he rested them there. For some reason, this moment, he was unafraid to show her that he thought she was beautiful. Lizzie found his eyes locked on her and she squirmed slightly. She felt odd and unused to the staring without him suddenly turning away and blushing as usual.
They were friends and that's the way they'd always been. It couldn't be possible that he was falling for her and she for him.. Was it?
Still, that was something everyone knew, except Gordo and Lizzie. Lizzie would walk down the hallways with Gordo faithfully by her side.. All could see the look of admiration and affection in his eyes whenever she laughed or just sneezed. Even Lizzie gave Gordo 'the look' on occasion. It was subtle and swift, yet anyone with eyes could see she adored him.
Yes, they all knew it was true. David Zephyr Gordon and Elizabeth Brooke McGuire were head over heels in love. One way or another, they were both going to realize this and give in to the reality of their fate.
Lizzie felt Gordo's hand take hers and she felt her eyes growing as wide as saucers. He gazed at her, his bright, blue eyes piercing into hers and as calm as icicles. She tilted her head a little.. No, no, no!! She couldn't let this happen! Their friendship.. She pulled her hand away and smiled nervously. "Er.. Gordo.. I'm pretty tired for some reason.. It must be the rain. Can we talk tomorrow?"
A last shred of hope had shriveled for Gordo.. Was he doing something wrong? He prodded himself inwardly. Stupid Gordon.. He hid his pain and faked a smile, "Yeah.. Just remember that if you need anything, I'm right next door and I can come over any time."
Lizzie felt her heart soften up, wishing she didn't always seem to hurt him so.. "Thanks, Gordo. I'll keep that in mind."
She leaned forward and kissed his cheek softly without any bit of hesitance. At the faint brush of her soft lips, Gordo felt a spark jolt through him, so powerful that he was sure he'd been struck by lightning. Minutes afterward, as he was walking down the walk in the rain, he could still feel the sizzles running up his spine..
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[: Lizzie's P.O.V :]
I watched Gordo walk silently down the walk, the rain dampening his adorable curls. I couldn't help but notice that my lips were tingling with the strangest sensation. Like what Ethan said he didn't have with me.. Chemistry.
My heart felt numb with longing and self-inflicted pain.. Why did I continuously cause him to hurt? Was there just something within me that couldn't help repeatedly crushing him, although I have the strongest feelings toward him?
I sighed and then shivered, which reminded me that I was outside where it was cold. I gathered the blanket that Gordo and I had shared and shuffled into the house. My mind gushed with thoughts as I found myself in my bed.. All I could think of was Gordo as I fell asleep.
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[: Gordo's P.O.V :]
I stared blankly at my walls.. Why did it seem that everyone was gone?
My parents left a note saying that they went on a business trip. The Sanchezes were in Mexico, mourning over their very sick abuela. The McGuires [save the loveliest one: Lizzie] were stuck at Gammy's until the snow melted or they were rescued.
My eyes became slightly closed in suspicion. Everyone was gone. Was this the big guy upstairs trying to give me the perfect chance to confess my feelings to Lizzie? It surely seemed that something was up..
I lay back into my pillows, folding my arms comfortably under my head. It'd been a few hours since I'd left Lizzie alone and I felt an unquenchable longing filling my heart. It seemed like she forever teased me, but I knew she didn't know it. Or did she? I shifted unhappily at the thought and heard an odd noise outside of my window..
Lightning cracked in the distance, like a whip being sliced through the air with a master's hand. Not long after, the thunder rolled loudly and I knew that we were in for a big storm. The first of the season..
Wait a minute. Lizzie loathes these storms. She called me once when we were eleven, crying and sobbing into the receiver, to say that she was scared and didn't want to be by herself. I rushed over and soothed her, running my hand over her soft hair. Little did I know that years later, in the present, I'd be wishing for the closeness again..
When I heard the lightning crack even louder, I knew Lizzie would be calling soon to find comfort. It was just a matter of time..
Lizzie and Gordo sat in silence after that. Hours and hours on end..
Finally, Lizzie turned to him abruptly and said in a panic, "Gordo! Oh my gosh! It's getting late! I didn't realize.."
Her hazel eyes peered uncertainly at him, the panic washing away from her face to become serenity. Gordo smiled slightly before looking at his watch. He sighed in submission, shrugging his shoulders. "Yeah, I guess.. It's almost seven."
Gordo let his eyes drift to her face and he rested them there. For some reason, this moment, he was unafraid to show her that he thought she was beautiful. Lizzie found his eyes locked on her and she squirmed slightly. She felt odd and unused to the staring without him suddenly turning away and blushing as usual.
They were friends and that's the way they'd always been. It couldn't be possible that he was falling for her and she for him.. Was it?
Still, that was something everyone knew, except Gordo and Lizzie. Lizzie would walk down the hallways with Gordo faithfully by her side.. All could see the look of admiration and affection in his eyes whenever she laughed or just sneezed. Even Lizzie gave Gordo 'the look' on occasion. It was subtle and swift, yet anyone with eyes could see she adored him.
Yes, they all knew it was true. David Zephyr Gordon and Elizabeth Brooke McGuire were head over heels in love. One way or another, they were both going to realize this and give in to the reality of their fate.
Lizzie felt Gordo's hand take hers and she felt her eyes growing as wide as saucers. He gazed at her, his bright, blue eyes piercing into hers and as calm as icicles. She tilted her head a little.. No, no, no!! She couldn't let this happen! Their friendship.. She pulled her hand away and smiled nervously. "Er.. Gordo.. I'm pretty tired for some reason.. It must be the rain. Can we talk tomorrow?"
A last shred of hope had shriveled for Gordo.. Was he doing something wrong? He prodded himself inwardly. Stupid Gordon.. He hid his pain and faked a smile, "Yeah.. Just remember that if you need anything, I'm right next door and I can come over any time."
Lizzie felt her heart soften up, wishing she didn't always seem to hurt him so.. "Thanks, Gordo. I'll keep that in mind."
She leaned forward and kissed his cheek softly without any bit of hesitance. At the faint brush of her soft lips, Gordo felt a spark jolt through him, so powerful that he was sure he'd been struck by lightning. Minutes afterward, as he was walking down the walk in the rain, he could still feel the sizzles running up his spine..
- -
[: Lizzie's P.O.V :]
I watched Gordo walk silently down the walk, the rain dampening his adorable curls. I couldn't help but notice that my lips were tingling with the strangest sensation. Like what Ethan said he didn't have with me.. Chemistry.
My heart felt numb with longing and self-inflicted pain.. Why did I continuously cause him to hurt? Was there just something within me that couldn't help repeatedly crushing him, although I have the strongest feelings toward him?
I sighed and then shivered, which reminded me that I was outside where it was cold. I gathered the blanket that Gordo and I had shared and shuffled into the house. My mind gushed with thoughts as I found myself in my bed.. All I could think of was Gordo as I fell asleep.
- -
[: Gordo's P.O.V :]
I stared blankly at my walls.. Why did it seem that everyone was gone?
My parents left a note saying that they went on a business trip. The Sanchezes were in Mexico, mourning over their very sick abuela. The McGuires [save the loveliest one: Lizzie] were stuck at Gammy's until the snow melted or they were rescued.
My eyes became slightly closed in suspicion. Everyone was gone. Was this the big guy upstairs trying to give me the perfect chance to confess my feelings to Lizzie? It surely seemed that something was up..
I lay back into my pillows, folding my arms comfortably under my head. It'd been a few hours since I'd left Lizzie alone and I felt an unquenchable longing filling my heart. It seemed like she forever teased me, but I knew she didn't know it. Or did she? I shifted unhappily at the thought and heard an odd noise outside of my window..
Lightning cracked in the distance, like a whip being sliced through the air with a master's hand. Not long after, the thunder rolled loudly and I knew that we were in for a big storm. The first of the season..
Wait a minute. Lizzie loathes these storms. She called me once when we were eleven, crying and sobbing into the receiver, to say that she was scared and didn't want to be by herself. I rushed over and soothed her, running my hand over her soft hair. Little did I know that years later, in the present, I'd be wishing for the closeness again..
When I heard the lightning crack even louder, I knew Lizzie would be calling soon to find comfort. It was just a matter of time..