author's notes : nobody's still reading this because it's been over three months since i last updated, but if anyone is.. merry christmas. 'tis the season, eh.
so it's short, and this is probably quite sucky terrible horrible writing and i'm probably capable of much more, seeing as i haven't wrote lizzie mcguire fic since i last updated, and i also haven't watched lizzie mcguire since i last updated either.. but i hope whoever does read this likes it. somehow i need closure on this sometime in the near future. eh. if you guys like gilmore girls, i started a gilmore girls fanfic called "the greatest fall" that's a trory that i'm going to be updating with a new chapter soon. and yeah, this probably won't be the last chapter of this, if i ever get around to writing another, there'll be more chapters because i wouldn't just leave it like this. anyways, happy holidays! love, laynie
The ride to the airport was much longer than the actual twenty minutes that it took to get there, or so it seemed. No words were spoken from the time that Howard Gordon's car departed from the McGuire's driveway to the time when Howard Gordon's car entered the expansive area of the airport parking lot.
Gordo got out of the car first, grasping Lizzie's hand and pulling her across the seat towards the door, and grabbing his backpack with his free hand, slinging it over his shoulder in a graceful motion. The air had become slightly cold with the passing of the summer day and the sky was dark and dotted with flickering stars. Lizzie shivered, squeezing Gordo's hand tighter, as if he would just fade away into the black night sky if she loosened her grip.
Lizzie didn't know what to say to Gordo. Nothing could make this situation any better for either of them, and she knew that any pain she was feeling at the moment was worse for Gordo. His parents were divorcing each other, and his father was dragging him halfway across the country - away from his friends and everything he loved, everything he knew. She couldn't do anything to make him feel better. Lizzie had never felt so useless as she did at that moment in her whole entire life.
Minutes later, they stopped inside the airport doors, Lizzie and Gordo's hands still joined. Around them, people milled around - some sobbing in despair, some overjoyed with happiness. Lizzie, Gordo, and Gordo's parents remained silent. Mr. Gordon's face held nothing; he was completely expressionless. Lizzie glanced at Gordo's facial expression, hoping to be able to figure out exactly what he was feeling. His eyes scared her; his eyes were full of anger, pain, sadness, desperation.
She knew that her eyes were trying, and failing, not to cry. She could feel the sharp hint of tears in her nose, and she tried to hold them back. Lizzie knew that crying wasn't going to help Gordo. Crying wasn't going to make his father decide that he could stay here. Crying wasn't going to keep Gordo in her life.
She rested her head on his shoulder, keeping her hand grasped onto his as if she held on for dear life. Howard Gordon walked away with Roberta, presumably to find out where the departures gate was situated. Gordo turned his eyes to look down on the girl rested on his shoulder. He could feel her warm tears burning through the fabric of his shirt, but he didn't mind. He was just at a loss for words.
He used his free hand to pull her in closer towards him, and she stepped forward carefully in response, her head still firmly planted on his shoulder, shielding her eyes from him. She didn't want him to see her cry. He didn't want to make her cry, and he didn't know what to say. So he didn't say anything, he just held her. He knew that that was all she needed. No words were enough.
Howard Gordon returned to find his son with his arms wrapped around Lizzie, and her body pressed against his, her hand still holding onto the hand that wasn't stroking her long blonde hair. He looked at his son disapprovingly, but didn't say anything of the situation that Gordo was in with his lifelong best friend. He could tell that it wasn't the right time to discuss Gordo's relationship with Lizzie. A small, sad smile spread across Roberta's face.
"Gordo," his father said sternly.
In response, Lizzie pulled her head away from Gordo's shoulder and looked away behind her, her hand still holding Gordo's tightly. Gordo let his hand that been on stroking her soft hair fall to the pocket of his favorite pants, and he looked straight at his father, challenging him to keep speaking.
Howard Gordon could sense his son's displeasure with him, but he continued to speak. "Your flight leaves in an hour. We need to be at gate 64A right now. Lizzie can walk part of the way with us, but then when we get to the gate, you and your mother will go in to catch your plane and I will drive your friend home."
Gordo glared at his father, but nodded. His mother shot him a sympathetic glance, and she smiled softly at Lizzie. Howard turned and walked towards the main departures gate. Roberta gave him a few meters of a head start, and then picked up her own carry on luggage and followed, Lizzie and Gordo leaving as a pair a few feet behind his mother.
The walk to the main departures gate was in complete silence, and Lizzie's hand still held her best friend's. She wasn't ready to let him go. He couldn't leave her, he couldn't do this to her. She shook her head, as if these thoughts could fall out with a simple shaking. He wasn't doing anything to her. She was being selfish.
The main departures gate loomed in front of them, as if it was the end of their lives.
Gordo's parents stopped first, waiting for Gordo and Lizzie to catch up. Roberta smiled at Lizzie and gave her a quick hug, whispering a goodbye in her ear as she did, and then told Gordo that she'd wait for him at 64A so that they could get on the plane together, and Gordo nodded in response. Howard gave his son an awkward hug, and said a firm, "goodbye, son." To Lizzie, he said that he'd be waiting for her in the car back in the parking lot when she was finished saying goodbye.
When Howard turned and walked out of his son's life, Lizzie and Gordo were finally alone. His mother was waiting for him at the gate, presumably she was already through the security measures. Lizzie's hand stayed firmly grasped in Gordo's, and she turned slowly to face him, her eyes threatening to cloud over with tears again.
Gordo took her other hand with his. "Lizzie," he began. His voice was thick and his throat dry. He didn't know the right words to say to her. He loved her. He was in love with her. And he knew he would be for awhile. He didn't want to have to get over her. "Lizzie, I'm sorry."
She smiled at him behind her tears. "You don't have anything to be sorry for. I've shared the best years of my life with you. We have so many memories, Gordo. And I'm never going to forget you, not even close." She stepped closer to him, closing the distance between them. "I love you so much, Gordo.."
And he didn't hesitate. "I love you too, Liz." Smiling down at her, he tilted his head and closed his eyes, leaning towards her. She smiled in response and her face leaned towards his, and they kissed, a kiss that neither of them would forget in a long, long time. Everything other than Lizzie and Gordo was completely blocked out in a few mere moments that seemed much too short as Lizzie and Gordo lost themselves in each other.
She knew what is was to love someone. She knew what it was to know the feeling that people had when they said they'd die for someone else. He knew what it was, the definition of the word love. Love was something completely amazing and unexplainable, something beautiful. Something that he had found in Lizzie, love.
He pulled away from her, breathless and reluctant. He had a plane to catch. "I'll never forget you, Liz."
She nodded, and tears began to fall down her face. He wiped them away with a soft finger, his face wrought with sadness and anguish.
The words seemed trivial to Lizzie, but she had to say them. "Keep in touch, okay, Gordo?"
He nodded, as if it was implied in the previous sentiment.
She let go of his hand. Watched it drop to his side, watched it reach into his pocket to pull out his plane ticket, his one way ticket away from her, as he stepped away from her, not turning his back. The security guard opened his mouth to speak with Gordo, and he turned his back on her to speak back to the guard, words that Lizzie couldn't decipher. She was too far away.
She couldn't let her last words be so silly. "I love you, Gordo," she called out to his back, hoping that he'd hear her. "I love you!"
He did, of course. He turned around and smiled at her, a memory that Lizzie would replay in her mind for the rest of her life. He smiled, and she could see tears glisten in his blue eyes. She felt the tears in his eyes in her own, she knew that they were streaming down her face and she didn't care.
He was being shuffled away from her by the guards, he was leaving. He was leaving her and she wanted to run back to him, she wanted to catch up to him. She wanted to hang on to him and never let go, she wanted him to stay with her forever. Her feet wouldn't move. She was glued to the floor. And she was crying, she was sobbing.
Gordo would never forget that sight, he would never forget her tears or her final admission of her love to him.
A final step, and the guard closed the gate. She stood, staring blankly.
He was gone. Time stood still.
so it's short, and this is probably quite sucky terrible horrible writing and i'm probably capable of much more, seeing as i haven't wrote lizzie mcguire fic since i last updated, and i also haven't watched lizzie mcguire since i last updated either.. but i hope whoever does read this likes it. somehow i need closure on this sometime in the near future. eh. if you guys like gilmore girls, i started a gilmore girls fanfic called "the greatest fall" that's a trory that i'm going to be updating with a new chapter soon. and yeah, this probably won't be the last chapter of this, if i ever get around to writing another, there'll be more chapters because i wouldn't just leave it like this. anyways, happy holidays! love, laynie
The ride to the airport was much longer than the actual twenty minutes that it took to get there, or so it seemed. No words were spoken from the time that Howard Gordon's car departed from the McGuire's driveway to the time when Howard Gordon's car entered the expansive area of the airport parking lot.
Gordo got out of the car first, grasping Lizzie's hand and pulling her across the seat towards the door, and grabbing his backpack with his free hand, slinging it over his shoulder in a graceful motion. The air had become slightly cold with the passing of the summer day and the sky was dark and dotted with flickering stars. Lizzie shivered, squeezing Gordo's hand tighter, as if he would just fade away into the black night sky if she loosened her grip.
Lizzie didn't know what to say to Gordo. Nothing could make this situation any better for either of them, and she knew that any pain she was feeling at the moment was worse for Gordo. His parents were divorcing each other, and his father was dragging him halfway across the country - away from his friends and everything he loved, everything he knew. She couldn't do anything to make him feel better. Lizzie had never felt so useless as she did at that moment in her whole entire life.
Minutes later, they stopped inside the airport doors, Lizzie and Gordo's hands still joined. Around them, people milled around - some sobbing in despair, some overjoyed with happiness. Lizzie, Gordo, and Gordo's parents remained silent. Mr. Gordon's face held nothing; he was completely expressionless. Lizzie glanced at Gordo's facial expression, hoping to be able to figure out exactly what he was feeling. His eyes scared her; his eyes were full of anger, pain, sadness, desperation.
She knew that her eyes were trying, and failing, not to cry. She could feel the sharp hint of tears in her nose, and she tried to hold them back. Lizzie knew that crying wasn't going to help Gordo. Crying wasn't going to make his father decide that he could stay here. Crying wasn't going to keep Gordo in her life.
She rested her head on his shoulder, keeping her hand grasped onto his as if she held on for dear life. Howard Gordon walked away with Roberta, presumably to find out where the departures gate was situated. Gordo turned his eyes to look down on the girl rested on his shoulder. He could feel her warm tears burning through the fabric of his shirt, but he didn't mind. He was just at a loss for words.
He used his free hand to pull her in closer towards him, and she stepped forward carefully in response, her head still firmly planted on his shoulder, shielding her eyes from him. She didn't want him to see her cry. He didn't want to make her cry, and he didn't know what to say. So he didn't say anything, he just held her. He knew that that was all she needed. No words were enough.
Howard Gordon returned to find his son with his arms wrapped around Lizzie, and her body pressed against his, her hand still holding onto the hand that wasn't stroking her long blonde hair. He looked at his son disapprovingly, but didn't say anything of the situation that Gordo was in with his lifelong best friend. He could tell that it wasn't the right time to discuss Gordo's relationship with Lizzie. A small, sad smile spread across Roberta's face.
"Gordo," his father said sternly.
In response, Lizzie pulled her head away from Gordo's shoulder and looked away behind her, her hand still holding Gordo's tightly. Gordo let his hand that been on stroking her soft hair fall to the pocket of his favorite pants, and he looked straight at his father, challenging him to keep speaking.
Howard Gordon could sense his son's displeasure with him, but he continued to speak. "Your flight leaves in an hour. We need to be at gate 64A right now. Lizzie can walk part of the way with us, but then when we get to the gate, you and your mother will go in to catch your plane and I will drive your friend home."
Gordo glared at his father, but nodded. His mother shot him a sympathetic glance, and she smiled softly at Lizzie. Howard turned and walked towards the main departures gate. Roberta gave him a few meters of a head start, and then picked up her own carry on luggage and followed, Lizzie and Gordo leaving as a pair a few feet behind his mother.
The walk to the main departures gate was in complete silence, and Lizzie's hand still held her best friend's. She wasn't ready to let him go. He couldn't leave her, he couldn't do this to her. She shook her head, as if these thoughts could fall out with a simple shaking. He wasn't doing anything to her. She was being selfish.
The main departures gate loomed in front of them, as if it was the end of their lives.
Gordo's parents stopped first, waiting for Gordo and Lizzie to catch up. Roberta smiled at Lizzie and gave her a quick hug, whispering a goodbye in her ear as she did, and then told Gordo that she'd wait for him at 64A so that they could get on the plane together, and Gordo nodded in response. Howard gave his son an awkward hug, and said a firm, "goodbye, son." To Lizzie, he said that he'd be waiting for her in the car back in the parking lot when she was finished saying goodbye.
When Howard turned and walked out of his son's life, Lizzie and Gordo were finally alone. His mother was waiting for him at the gate, presumably she was already through the security measures. Lizzie's hand stayed firmly grasped in Gordo's, and she turned slowly to face him, her eyes threatening to cloud over with tears again.
Gordo took her other hand with his. "Lizzie," he began. His voice was thick and his throat dry. He didn't know the right words to say to her. He loved her. He was in love with her. And he knew he would be for awhile. He didn't want to have to get over her. "Lizzie, I'm sorry."
She smiled at him behind her tears. "You don't have anything to be sorry for. I've shared the best years of my life with you. We have so many memories, Gordo. And I'm never going to forget you, not even close." She stepped closer to him, closing the distance between them. "I love you so much, Gordo.."
And he didn't hesitate. "I love you too, Liz." Smiling down at her, he tilted his head and closed his eyes, leaning towards her. She smiled in response and her face leaned towards his, and they kissed, a kiss that neither of them would forget in a long, long time. Everything other than Lizzie and Gordo was completely blocked out in a few mere moments that seemed much too short as Lizzie and Gordo lost themselves in each other.
She knew what is was to love someone. She knew what it was to know the feeling that people had when they said they'd die for someone else. He knew what it was, the definition of the word love. Love was something completely amazing and unexplainable, something beautiful. Something that he had found in Lizzie, love.
He pulled away from her, breathless and reluctant. He had a plane to catch. "I'll never forget you, Liz."
She nodded, and tears began to fall down her face. He wiped them away with a soft finger, his face wrought with sadness and anguish.
The words seemed trivial to Lizzie, but she had to say them. "Keep in touch, okay, Gordo?"
He nodded, as if it was implied in the previous sentiment.
She let go of his hand. Watched it drop to his side, watched it reach into his pocket to pull out his plane ticket, his one way ticket away from her, as he stepped away from her, not turning his back. The security guard opened his mouth to speak with Gordo, and he turned his back on her to speak back to the guard, words that Lizzie couldn't decipher. She was too far away.
She couldn't let her last words be so silly. "I love you, Gordo," she called out to his back, hoping that he'd hear her. "I love you!"
He did, of course. He turned around and smiled at her, a memory that Lizzie would replay in her mind for the rest of her life. He smiled, and she could see tears glisten in his blue eyes. She felt the tears in his eyes in her own, she knew that they were streaming down her face and she didn't care.
He was being shuffled away from her by the guards, he was leaving. He was leaving her and she wanted to run back to him, she wanted to catch up to him. She wanted to hang on to him and never let go, she wanted him to stay with her forever. Her feet wouldn't move. She was glued to the floor. And she was crying, she was sobbing.
Gordo would never forget that sight, he would never forget her tears or her final admission of her love to him.
A final step, and the guard closed the gate. She stood, staring blankly.
He was gone. Time stood still.