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Lizzie grinned as Gordo rocked back with laughter, leaning back against the couch. Miranda started at him, a smile toying with her own lips.
Finally his laughter died off as he sat up and looked around. "That was great," he chuckled.
Lizzie smiled, it was good to seem him laughing like this. It seemed like she'd hadn't heard his laughter in several days.
A timer went off in the kitchen and Miranda jumped up quickly then hurried into the kitchen.
Gordo sat quietly smiling at Lizzie, suddenly he grabbed a pillow and flung it at Lizzie.
"Hey!" she exclaimed, holding the pillow in her lap.
Gordo smirked as he picked up another pillow.
"Don't you dare," Lizzie declared, jumping up. She let out a squeal as Gordo followed her around the room. She'd backed herself against a wall and was standing inches from the window. "I swear if you hit me with that-"
She didn't get to finish as the pillow smacked into her side. Her jaw dropped, Lizzie grabbed the pillow and Gordo flung his hands up. "I'm sorry! I give!" he exclaimed as she held the pillow up defensively.
Lizzie laughed, letting the pillow drop as she leaned up and playfully laid her head on his shoulder. She pulled back and smiled, glancing up at the ceiling. Gordo didn't realize it, but Lizzie did. She instantly recognized the small green plant with white berries. She tensely bit her lip, then licked them, and quickly reached her hand up behind his neck, pulled him closer, leaned up and pressed her lips to his.
His hands went around her waist, he pulled her closer. Lizzie wanted to melt in this minute, nothing else mattered except doing what she'd wanted to do for so long. Her fingers intertwined in the curls at the back of his neck. With a soft sigh she pulled back and smiled.
His expression wasn't the welcoming smile she'd anticipated. Instead his jaw was lax, his eyes wide.
"T-that one was free," she stated blushing. "But if you want more-"
"Lizzie," he interrupted, his voice soft.
Lizzie felt a huge lump forming in her throat. She didn't like how pale his face looked, no matter that it had looked just as pasty since they'd gotten there after school, she didn't like the way his voice quivered when he said her name. She didn't like the look of pain in his eyes. "What Gordo?" she asked softly.
His hand slid down her arm and gently his fingers found their way to twist into hers.
Lizzie felt her eyes beginning to sting, why wouldn't he say anything. What did he want to say that he wasn't? She glanced down at the floor then back up at him.
"You can't do this," he finally said, the shakiness gone for his voice.
Lizzie felt like something had slammed into her stomach. She struggled to choke backs her tears as her eyes searched his blues one. She normally never had trouble reading what he was thinking. He was her best friend, but now, his eyes showed nothing, she felt like she was grasping desperately for something to hold onto. She knew he felt the same way, it was in the way he'd pulled her closer, the tenderness which he'd returned the kiss.
"What are you talking about," she stated softly. "Why?"
He let go of her hand and stepped back. "I can't tell you," he replied, stepping backwards. "You won't understand."
Lizzie felt a rush of emotions. She wouldn't understand!? "Try me," she challenged.
"I have to go," he stated, grabbing his coat off the back of the couch.
"Gordo, wait!" Lizzie called, but he continued out the door, shutting it firmly behind him.
Lizzie groaned frustrated, she'd done, Miranda had said everything would turn out fine, but it hadn't!
"Lizzie," her other best friend called softly. "You okay?"
She whirled around to face the voice. "Am I okay? Am I okay! How long have you been standing there Miranda? Did you see Gordo completely freak out because I kissed him!?"
"He didn't freak out," she stated.
"He didn't freak out, he just left as fast as he possibly could."
"Lizzie, calm down," Miranda stated, unnerved by Lizzie's reaction. "Gordo's been acting a little weird since that day at your house."
"I don't know what I should do Miranda! Do you know how long I've been struggling to work up the courage to do what I just did?"
Miranda reached out and gently grabbed her friend's arm. "Lizzie, breathe. He didn't say it was bad."
"Yeah, well he didn't say it was good either," she snapped.
Miranda sighed. Lizzie crossed her arms. This night was not going how she wanted it to. "Talk to him."
"How can I talk to him if he leaves?" she demanded.
"Will you quit arguing for like five minutes!" Miranda exclaimed. "Talk to him tomorrow at school. He's our best friend, and he's not stupid. Lizzie, I know he feels the same about you. Do you have any idea how long I've felt like the third wheel between you two? You can tell it in the way he looks at you, just like when you look at him. I don't know why he reacted like he did. But I have a feeling there's something Gordo isn't telling us."
Lizzie sighed. She had a point. Miranda usually did. "I know. I've felt the same way."
"So you'll talk to him tomorrow?"
Lizzie smiled meekly and nodded. "Yeah, and this time, he's not going to be able to run away." *** Gordo sighed and fell back onto his bed. He could still feel the soft touch of Lizzie's lips on his own, the feel of her body wrapped in his arms. He groaned as he sat up. He really couldn't think about her right now. He'd been right, she wouldn't understand. There was so much more he needed to do, but really, the only thing he wanted to do was relieve the way he'd felt at Miranda's house. His uncontrollable laugher rippling across the room, joking with the girls, feeling like nothing was wrong in the world, when in reality everything was crashing down.
Lizzie grinned as Gordo rocked back with laughter, leaning back against the couch. Miranda started at him, a smile toying with her own lips.
Finally his laughter died off as he sat up and looked around. "That was great," he chuckled.
Lizzie smiled, it was good to seem him laughing like this. It seemed like she'd hadn't heard his laughter in several days.
A timer went off in the kitchen and Miranda jumped up quickly then hurried into the kitchen.
Gordo sat quietly smiling at Lizzie, suddenly he grabbed a pillow and flung it at Lizzie.
"Hey!" she exclaimed, holding the pillow in her lap.
Gordo smirked as he picked up another pillow.
"Don't you dare," Lizzie declared, jumping up. She let out a squeal as Gordo followed her around the room. She'd backed herself against a wall and was standing inches from the window. "I swear if you hit me with that-"
She didn't get to finish as the pillow smacked into her side. Her jaw dropped, Lizzie grabbed the pillow and Gordo flung his hands up. "I'm sorry! I give!" he exclaimed as she held the pillow up defensively.
Lizzie laughed, letting the pillow drop as she leaned up and playfully laid her head on his shoulder. She pulled back and smiled, glancing up at the ceiling. Gordo didn't realize it, but Lizzie did. She instantly recognized the small green plant with white berries. She tensely bit her lip, then licked them, and quickly reached her hand up behind his neck, pulled him closer, leaned up and pressed her lips to his.
His hands went around her waist, he pulled her closer. Lizzie wanted to melt in this minute, nothing else mattered except doing what she'd wanted to do for so long. Her fingers intertwined in the curls at the back of his neck. With a soft sigh she pulled back and smiled.
His expression wasn't the welcoming smile she'd anticipated. Instead his jaw was lax, his eyes wide.
"T-that one was free," she stated blushing. "But if you want more-"
"Lizzie," he interrupted, his voice soft.
Lizzie felt a huge lump forming in her throat. She didn't like how pale his face looked, no matter that it had looked just as pasty since they'd gotten there after school, she didn't like the way his voice quivered when he said her name. She didn't like the look of pain in his eyes. "What Gordo?" she asked softly.
His hand slid down her arm and gently his fingers found their way to twist into hers.
Lizzie felt her eyes beginning to sting, why wouldn't he say anything. What did he want to say that he wasn't? She glanced down at the floor then back up at him.
"You can't do this," he finally said, the shakiness gone for his voice.
Lizzie felt like something had slammed into her stomach. She struggled to choke backs her tears as her eyes searched his blues one. She normally never had trouble reading what he was thinking. He was her best friend, but now, his eyes showed nothing, she felt like she was grasping desperately for something to hold onto. She knew he felt the same way, it was in the way he'd pulled her closer, the tenderness which he'd returned the kiss.
"What are you talking about," she stated softly. "Why?"
He let go of her hand and stepped back. "I can't tell you," he replied, stepping backwards. "You won't understand."
Lizzie felt a rush of emotions. She wouldn't understand!? "Try me," she challenged.
"I have to go," he stated, grabbing his coat off the back of the couch.
"Gordo, wait!" Lizzie called, but he continued out the door, shutting it firmly behind him.
Lizzie groaned frustrated, she'd done, Miranda had said everything would turn out fine, but it hadn't!
"Lizzie," her other best friend called softly. "You okay?"
She whirled around to face the voice. "Am I okay? Am I okay! How long have you been standing there Miranda? Did you see Gordo completely freak out because I kissed him!?"
"He didn't freak out," she stated.
"He didn't freak out, he just left as fast as he possibly could."
"Lizzie, calm down," Miranda stated, unnerved by Lizzie's reaction. "Gordo's been acting a little weird since that day at your house."
"I don't know what I should do Miranda! Do you know how long I've been struggling to work up the courage to do what I just did?"
Miranda reached out and gently grabbed her friend's arm. "Lizzie, breathe. He didn't say it was bad."
"Yeah, well he didn't say it was good either," she snapped.
Miranda sighed. Lizzie crossed her arms. This night was not going how she wanted it to. "Talk to him."
"How can I talk to him if he leaves?" she demanded.
"Will you quit arguing for like five minutes!" Miranda exclaimed. "Talk to him tomorrow at school. He's our best friend, and he's not stupid. Lizzie, I know he feels the same about you. Do you have any idea how long I've felt like the third wheel between you two? You can tell it in the way he looks at you, just like when you look at him. I don't know why he reacted like he did. But I have a feeling there's something Gordo isn't telling us."
Lizzie sighed. She had a point. Miranda usually did. "I know. I've felt the same way."
"So you'll talk to him tomorrow?"
Lizzie smiled meekly and nodded. "Yeah, and this time, he's not going to be able to run away." *** Gordo sighed and fell back onto his bed. He could still feel the soft touch of Lizzie's lips on his own, the feel of her body wrapped in his arms. He groaned as he sat up. He really couldn't think about her right now. He'd been right, she wouldn't understand. There was so much more he needed to do, but really, the only thing he wanted to do was relieve the way he'd felt at Miranda's house. His uncontrollable laugher rippling across the room, joking with the girls, feeling like nothing was wrong in the world, when in reality everything was crashing down.