Disclaimer: I'm getting sick of this disclaimer thing. I do not own Lizzie, I do not own Gordo, I do not own the taxi cab they rode to the airport in, nor do I own the plane they rode in, though if I did, I'd be ten times richer than I am now, at least, which would be so awesome.
~Chapter 7~
He's still mad about me ruining the trip. I think.
I'm sorry, Gordo. I'm so sorry. Look at me. Please, please, look at me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry….
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I'll bet you two are sad to leave Rome, huh?" Mr. McGuire said cheerfully to Lizzie and Gordo.
"Actually, I really, really want to go home," Gordo said, walking faster, staring straight forward.
"Me, too," Lizzie squeaked. "Hey, I'll be right back. I'm gonna go to the, um, the bathroom."
"Oh, okay, Lizzie. We'll just be right here, checking our bags."
Lizzie nodded and sprinted for the bathroom.
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Lizzie slammed the stall door and sat down on the toilet seat, burying her face in her hands.
What's happening? I ruined everything. I've killed our friendship forever. Now he hates me. My own best friend hates me. I should never have kissed him. Never. Never. He thought I liked him – and now he thinks I was just leading him on.
Please, she prays silently. Please, let him forgive me. Let him accept me back again. Please. I do love him. Just not like that. Not the way he wants me to. Please.
A Note: Okay, yeah, really short chapter. Anyway, this was just sort of a filler chapter. Like, I would have just written a paragraph about this, but…I'm not exactly sure why I didn't…hmmm…I confuse myself…