author's notes: this chapter took me awhile to write..i hope you guys like it. i wrote it a few times, but i think this is the one i like the best. there's not a whole lot of action, but a little lizzie/gordo fluff, definitely. i hope you guys still like it, please keep the reviews coming. i like to know that you guys like my writing. anyways, please enjoy this chapter. - laynie
Hands quivering, Lizzie picked up the phone slowly, examining it. She stared at the numbered buttons that dared her to do it, to dial his phone number. She'd never been so nervous to call her best friend ever before. For once in her life, Lizzie didn't know what to say. Lizzie didn't know what to do. She only knew that her best friend since forever had fallen for her, and that she felt exactly the same for him as he did for her.
So, was that what she was supposed to say? Lizzie had no idea. What would Gordo say if Lizzie told him she liked him back, was he expecting her to say that? Lizzie could hear the dial tone of the phone ringing blankly, faintly, in her ears, taunting her.
Reluctantly, she placed the phone down. "Who am I kidding? I have no idea what to say to him. I don't know what on earth to do." She spoke out loud, sighing and staring across the room into space. Gordo's face somehow creeped into her thoughts and Lizzie smiled, thinking that everything was finally going to be right with the world. She'd never felt this way about anyone in her life before.
Gordo sat at home in his bedroom, wondering if everything he'd said to Lizzie on that tape was a mistake. She'd told him she loved his friendship, and then he'd gone and told her his innermost deepest feelings of love and longing for her.
He picked up a picture frame off of his desk, staring at the photograph in side. Gordo, smiling at the camera, and Lizzie, with her lips pressed against Gordo's cheek. He remembered the eighth grade photograph and how she'd kissed him right as the picture was taken.
How was he to know she still wanted to kiss him? People didn't want to just go out and kiss their best friends. It wasn't something best friends usually did. And if Lizzie only thought of him as a best friend, she wouldn't want to kiss him. He wanted to kiss her more than anything, really kiss her. He wanted to feel those shivers he felt go down his spine when she kissed him in Rome every day. He wanted the world to know him as one half of Gordo and Lizzie, the couple. Gordo and Lizzie, the best friends who'd finally clued in to the fact that they were in love. Gordo and Lizzie, the soulmates who met when they were just learning to breathe.
More than anything, Gordo wanted Lizzie to be more than just his best friend. He wanted his best friend to be his girlfriend. He wanted to be able to tell everyone that yes, he, David Gordon, was in love with Lizzie McGuire, and that he'd been for a long time, and that he knew he would be for a long time into the future.
Gordo needed to be alone, to think. He needed the fresh air of the outdoors. This stale, dark, lonely house was pushing claustrophobia on him. The walls were closing in, and he needed to escape. Grabbing his blue jacket, he headed outside.
It was around five o'clock and the air was slightly chilly, as if a storm was going to set in. The sky was gray and threatening, but Gordo didn't care. He needed to get away from it all. Gordo crossed his arms over his chest and walked slowly in the direction of the neighborhood park, neglecting his car. He needed the fresh air.
Matt McGuire was screaming downstairs about something Lizzie didn't particularly care about, and Lizzie was fighting tears upstairs in her bedroom. She was the happiest she'd been in a long time, but she didn't know what to do, and she didn't have anyone to talk to. All she knew was that he was Gordo, and he was willing to be hers. She knew she was willing to be his.
The what-ifs raced through Lizzie's head. What if their friendship was ruined? What if dating Gordo wasn't actually all that it seemed when Lizzie had thought about it? What if she really fell in love with someone else? What if she broke Gordo's heart...what if Gordo broke hers?
She wiped a tear from her face with the back of her hand. Taking her coat, she slipped down the stairs and out the front door quietly, without anyone noticing that she had left. She walked around outside, slowly, in the direction of the park by her house, hoping to seek some alone time to think about everything that had happened in the day.
Waking up in Gordo's arms. Having Gordo tell her that he liked her, really liked her, as more than a friend. So much had happened in the day that it overwhelmed Lizzie to the maximum, and she needed some time to think about everything, and what she was going to do about it.
She arrived at the park and sat down at a swing, remaining motionless and keeping her eyes down towards the ground. She gasped when she suddenly sprang into motion as she was pushed from behind. She looked behind her, and her breath caught in her throat.
Gordo was standing there, a nervous expression across his face.
Gordo had arrived at the park and was sitting on the grass when he saw Lizzie approach. Lizzie hadn't seen him, and moved towards the swings. Gordo bit his lip, wondering if he should approach her or just pretend that he hadn't seen her. He decided that he probably couldn't ignore her, he was dying to know if she'd watched the video yet. So he'd crept up silently behind her, and given her a quick push start on the swing. She'd spun around quickly to face him, and Gordo saw her face whiten slightly.
She was nervous, and clearly had no idea what to say to him. Once again, she felt the same as Gordo. He hadn't thought of anything to say to her. Everything he'd wanted to say to her for the past few years, he'd said in one five-minute long video.
Lizzie jumped off the swing in one graceful, fluid movement. She walked through the cold sand over to Gordo, standing a good meter and a half away from him. She still hadn't spoken, and he had no idea what to say either.
"So, uh.." He rolled his eyes. 'Smooth move, Gordon', he thought to himself. "Listen, Lizzie, I guess I'm sorry." He paused, and a confused expression took over her face. "I know that what I told you on that tape was kind of overwhelming and stuff but it was everything that I've needed to say to you for the past few years. I really feel better about getting it off my chest, but I didn't know how you react, I mean, I know it's probably weird for you to think of me, your best friend, being in love with you and all, but it's all true, every single thing I said. I meant it all, Lizzie, and you mean so much to me that I don't know what I'd do if you weren't in my life."
Lizzie's eyes didn't leave Gordo's, and she stepped towards him, smiling nervously. Her eyes flickered down to the ground, and she took his hand in hers shyly, her smile turning slightly more confident when he returned her smile.
Gordo bit his lip and squeezed her hand, not taking his eyes off of hers. The two friends each blushed slightly. Together, they walked holding hands back in the direction of Lizzie's house. Gordo still didn't know what to say to Lizzie. She still hadn't spoken. Gordo became nervous, wondering what she was thinking.
And then she spoke, softly and quietly. The words came out slowly, but they were the words Gordo had been waiting for words to hear. "Gordo, you know how you said you feel about me?" She paused and took a deep breath. "I, well..I feel exactly the same about you." Tears glistened over her brown eyes as she turned to face him and look deeply and nervously into his eyes. "I really, really like you, Gordo. As more than just my best friend."
"Lizzie, whatever happens, I need you to promise me that we'll still be best friends, forever. Best friends means friends forever, and I never want to lose you, ever. You mean so much to me, you have no idea." Gordo smiled at his best friend, and tears formed in his eyes.
Lizzie simply nodded back at him. "But I do have an idea, Gordo. Because I think you mean as much to me as I mean to you." She smiled, still nervous. Gordo smiled back, and the two best friends continued walking to the McGuire house in silence.
They reached the front door of Lizzie's house, and Gordo stood across from Lizzie. Both stared at the ground, wondering what they should do or say next. Lizzie spoke first. "Thanks for everything, Gordo."
Gordo smiled, debating whether or not to kiss her. Breathing in deeply, he stepped forwards slightly, closing the distance between them. He put his arms around her waist gently, and she moved her hands behind his neck slowly.
A nervous expression crossed Lizzie's face, and she looked into her best friend's eyes. "Gordo, I.."
Gordo was nervous, and hesitated a second too many.
The door to the McGuire house opened, and Lizzie drew her hands back from Gordo's neck down to her pockets. Her face turned a crimson color, and she looked at the ground. Gordo also placed his hands in his own pockets, and both turned to face Sam McGuire, Lizzie's father. "Hi, Lizzie! You're just in time for dinner. We're having a special dinner that I made tonight, I know you're going to love it." Lizzie's father smiled, not realizing that he had interrupted anything different between the two friends. "Gordo, you're welcome to stay if you want." He retreated back into the house, closing the door behind him.
Lizzie turned back to face Gordo, and an apologetic expression came over her face. The moment was broken, and she knew she wouldn't get it back, not tonight. "Do you want to stay for dinner?" She asked, nervousness returning.
"I, uh, sure. I mean, I've been alone for so many nights and I haven't really eaten much, you know? Because my mom usually makes dinner and she's gone, so you know, my macaroni and cheese dinners are really all I've been eating lately." Gordo rambled on nervously, opening the front door for Lizzie, and then following her through.
Lizzie sat across from Gordo at the dinner table, admiring his face and the smile that lit his face up. It seemed as if all the tension between the best friends had faded away, and Gordo was back to his normal, cute self. How come Lizzie had never noticed that her best friend was so cute before? His hair, the way it curled, his beautiful deep blue eyes..
Gordo caught Lizzie's gaze and smiled at her. She smiled back, blushing.
All of this didn't go unnoticed, and Jo McGuire sat at the head of the table, noticing the different interaction between her daughter and her lifelong best friend. Sam was as usual, oblivious to anything different.
It had begun to rain outside, complete with a display of thunder and lightning, and the McGuires had decided that it was a nice night for a family movie. The family, plus the addition of David Gordon, who was practically family anyways, sat down in front of the television. Gordo had been shy to sit down beside Lizzie, and she looked slightly upset when he sat down beside her younger brother. She retreated to the floor, grabbing a pillow. Gordo smiled at the cute frown on her face, and he also grabbed a pillow and moved to sit down beside her on the floor.
While watching the movie, the McGuires were oblivious to anything other than the story playing across the television screen, and Lizzie laid her head on Gordo's shoulder. Electricity shot through him, and he got a warm feeling spreading itself across his body like wildfire.
He smiled down at her face and lifted a hand to her head, stroking her hair gently.
After the movie ended, Lizzie had retracted her head from Gordo's shoulder as fast as lightning. It was still a downpour outside, and Jo offered to drive Gordo home. Neither of Lizzie's parents had noticed anything really that dramatically different between Gordo and Lizzie that night.
Hands quivering, Lizzie picked up the phone slowly, examining it. She stared at the numbered buttons that dared her to do it, to dial his phone number. She'd never been so nervous to call her best friend ever before. For once in her life, Lizzie didn't know what to say. Lizzie didn't know what to do. She only knew that her best friend since forever had fallen for her, and that she felt exactly the same for him as he did for her.
So, was that what she was supposed to say? Lizzie had no idea. What would Gordo say if Lizzie told him she liked him back, was he expecting her to say that? Lizzie could hear the dial tone of the phone ringing blankly, faintly, in her ears, taunting her.
Reluctantly, she placed the phone down. "Who am I kidding? I have no idea what to say to him. I don't know what on earth to do." She spoke out loud, sighing and staring across the room into space. Gordo's face somehow creeped into her thoughts and Lizzie smiled, thinking that everything was finally going to be right with the world. She'd never felt this way about anyone in her life before.
Gordo sat at home in his bedroom, wondering if everything he'd said to Lizzie on that tape was a mistake. She'd told him she loved his friendship, and then he'd gone and told her his innermost deepest feelings of love and longing for her.
He picked up a picture frame off of his desk, staring at the photograph in side. Gordo, smiling at the camera, and Lizzie, with her lips pressed against Gordo's cheek. He remembered the eighth grade photograph and how she'd kissed him right as the picture was taken.
How was he to know she still wanted to kiss him? People didn't want to just go out and kiss their best friends. It wasn't something best friends usually did. And if Lizzie only thought of him as a best friend, she wouldn't want to kiss him. He wanted to kiss her more than anything, really kiss her. He wanted to feel those shivers he felt go down his spine when she kissed him in Rome every day. He wanted the world to know him as one half of Gordo and Lizzie, the couple. Gordo and Lizzie, the best friends who'd finally clued in to the fact that they were in love. Gordo and Lizzie, the soulmates who met when they were just learning to breathe.
More than anything, Gordo wanted Lizzie to be more than just his best friend. He wanted his best friend to be his girlfriend. He wanted to be able to tell everyone that yes, he, David Gordon, was in love with Lizzie McGuire, and that he'd been for a long time, and that he knew he would be for a long time into the future.
Gordo needed to be alone, to think. He needed the fresh air of the outdoors. This stale, dark, lonely house was pushing claustrophobia on him. The walls were closing in, and he needed to escape. Grabbing his blue jacket, he headed outside.
It was around five o'clock and the air was slightly chilly, as if a storm was going to set in. The sky was gray and threatening, but Gordo didn't care. He needed to get away from it all. Gordo crossed his arms over his chest and walked slowly in the direction of the neighborhood park, neglecting his car. He needed the fresh air.
Matt McGuire was screaming downstairs about something Lizzie didn't particularly care about, and Lizzie was fighting tears upstairs in her bedroom. She was the happiest she'd been in a long time, but she didn't know what to do, and she didn't have anyone to talk to. All she knew was that he was Gordo, and he was willing to be hers. She knew she was willing to be his.
The what-ifs raced through Lizzie's head. What if their friendship was ruined? What if dating Gordo wasn't actually all that it seemed when Lizzie had thought about it? What if she really fell in love with someone else? What if she broke Gordo's heart...what if Gordo broke hers?
She wiped a tear from her face with the back of her hand. Taking her coat, she slipped down the stairs and out the front door quietly, without anyone noticing that she had left. She walked around outside, slowly, in the direction of the park by her house, hoping to seek some alone time to think about everything that had happened in the day.
Waking up in Gordo's arms. Having Gordo tell her that he liked her, really liked her, as more than a friend. So much had happened in the day that it overwhelmed Lizzie to the maximum, and she needed some time to think about everything, and what she was going to do about it.
She arrived at the park and sat down at a swing, remaining motionless and keeping her eyes down towards the ground. She gasped when she suddenly sprang into motion as she was pushed from behind. She looked behind her, and her breath caught in her throat.
Gordo was standing there, a nervous expression across his face.
Gordo had arrived at the park and was sitting on the grass when he saw Lizzie approach. Lizzie hadn't seen him, and moved towards the swings. Gordo bit his lip, wondering if he should approach her or just pretend that he hadn't seen her. He decided that he probably couldn't ignore her, he was dying to know if she'd watched the video yet. So he'd crept up silently behind her, and given her a quick push start on the swing. She'd spun around quickly to face him, and Gordo saw her face whiten slightly.
She was nervous, and clearly had no idea what to say to him. Once again, she felt the same as Gordo. He hadn't thought of anything to say to her. Everything he'd wanted to say to her for the past few years, he'd said in one five-minute long video.
Lizzie jumped off the swing in one graceful, fluid movement. She walked through the cold sand over to Gordo, standing a good meter and a half away from him. She still hadn't spoken, and he had no idea what to say either.
"So, uh.." He rolled his eyes. 'Smooth move, Gordon', he thought to himself. "Listen, Lizzie, I guess I'm sorry." He paused, and a confused expression took over her face. "I know that what I told you on that tape was kind of overwhelming and stuff but it was everything that I've needed to say to you for the past few years. I really feel better about getting it off my chest, but I didn't know how you react, I mean, I know it's probably weird for you to think of me, your best friend, being in love with you and all, but it's all true, every single thing I said. I meant it all, Lizzie, and you mean so much to me that I don't know what I'd do if you weren't in my life."
Lizzie's eyes didn't leave Gordo's, and she stepped towards him, smiling nervously. Her eyes flickered down to the ground, and she took his hand in hers shyly, her smile turning slightly more confident when he returned her smile.
Gordo bit his lip and squeezed her hand, not taking his eyes off of hers. The two friends each blushed slightly. Together, they walked holding hands back in the direction of Lizzie's house. Gordo still didn't know what to say to Lizzie. She still hadn't spoken. Gordo became nervous, wondering what she was thinking.
And then she spoke, softly and quietly. The words came out slowly, but they were the words Gordo had been waiting for words to hear. "Gordo, you know how you said you feel about me?" She paused and took a deep breath. "I, well..I feel exactly the same about you." Tears glistened over her brown eyes as she turned to face him and look deeply and nervously into his eyes. "I really, really like you, Gordo. As more than just my best friend."
"Lizzie, whatever happens, I need you to promise me that we'll still be best friends, forever. Best friends means friends forever, and I never want to lose you, ever. You mean so much to me, you have no idea." Gordo smiled at his best friend, and tears formed in his eyes.
Lizzie simply nodded back at him. "But I do have an idea, Gordo. Because I think you mean as much to me as I mean to you." She smiled, still nervous. Gordo smiled back, and the two best friends continued walking to the McGuire house in silence.
They reached the front door of Lizzie's house, and Gordo stood across from Lizzie. Both stared at the ground, wondering what they should do or say next. Lizzie spoke first. "Thanks for everything, Gordo."
Gordo smiled, debating whether or not to kiss her. Breathing in deeply, he stepped forwards slightly, closing the distance between them. He put his arms around her waist gently, and she moved her hands behind his neck slowly.
A nervous expression crossed Lizzie's face, and she looked into her best friend's eyes. "Gordo, I.."
Gordo was nervous, and hesitated a second too many.
The door to the McGuire house opened, and Lizzie drew her hands back from Gordo's neck down to her pockets. Her face turned a crimson color, and she looked at the ground. Gordo also placed his hands in his own pockets, and both turned to face Sam McGuire, Lizzie's father. "Hi, Lizzie! You're just in time for dinner. We're having a special dinner that I made tonight, I know you're going to love it." Lizzie's father smiled, not realizing that he had interrupted anything different between the two friends. "Gordo, you're welcome to stay if you want." He retreated back into the house, closing the door behind him.
Lizzie turned back to face Gordo, and an apologetic expression came over her face. The moment was broken, and she knew she wouldn't get it back, not tonight. "Do you want to stay for dinner?" She asked, nervousness returning.
"I, uh, sure. I mean, I've been alone for so many nights and I haven't really eaten much, you know? Because my mom usually makes dinner and she's gone, so you know, my macaroni and cheese dinners are really all I've been eating lately." Gordo rambled on nervously, opening the front door for Lizzie, and then following her through.
Lizzie sat across from Gordo at the dinner table, admiring his face and the smile that lit his face up. It seemed as if all the tension between the best friends had faded away, and Gordo was back to his normal, cute self. How come Lizzie had never noticed that her best friend was so cute before? His hair, the way it curled, his beautiful deep blue eyes..
Gordo caught Lizzie's gaze and smiled at her. She smiled back, blushing.
All of this didn't go unnoticed, and Jo McGuire sat at the head of the table, noticing the different interaction between her daughter and her lifelong best friend. Sam was as usual, oblivious to anything different.
It had begun to rain outside, complete with a display of thunder and lightning, and the McGuires had decided that it was a nice night for a family movie. The family, plus the addition of David Gordon, who was practically family anyways, sat down in front of the television. Gordo had been shy to sit down beside Lizzie, and she looked slightly upset when he sat down beside her younger brother. She retreated to the floor, grabbing a pillow. Gordo smiled at the cute frown on her face, and he also grabbed a pillow and moved to sit down beside her on the floor.
While watching the movie, the McGuires were oblivious to anything other than the story playing across the television screen, and Lizzie laid her head on Gordo's shoulder. Electricity shot through him, and he got a warm feeling spreading itself across his body like wildfire.
He smiled down at her face and lifted a hand to her head, stroking her hair gently.
After the movie ended, Lizzie had retracted her head from Gordo's shoulder as fast as lightning. It was still a downpour outside, and Jo offered to drive Gordo home. Neither of Lizzie's parents had noticed anything really that dramatically different between Gordo and Lizzie that night.