My Fair Lady

by BethanyKatherine

Hey, my first Lizzie fic starts right where the movie left off. Gordo knows what his heart wants, but does his heart's desire desire him? Please Read and Review! Thanks! Sequel IS up!

12. Chapter 9

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this FanFic.

~Chapter 9~

FINAL CALL. ALL PASSENGERS BOARDING. TAKE OFF IN TEN MINUTES. FINAL CALL. ALL PASSENGERS BOARDING.

I sat in the isle seat. Gordo got the window seat again. There was a fragile politeness between us. I decided to go along the path of least resistance.

He was in the bathroom. Good, time to think. But the moment the thought of Gordo entered my mine I felt the all-too-familiar sting of tears in the corners of my eyes. Oh no. Not now. I cannot afford to cry right now.

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

Are you okay, miss?

Yes, yes, I'm fine. I'm just sad to leave Rome.

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

So basically, I sat there, breathing. For ten minutes.

Gordo was standing in front of me.

"Excuse me," he said coldly.

"Oh, here," I scooted my legs out of the way. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine," he snapped. Fragile politeness? Between us? Try one-way politeness. And one-way hostility. Then again, I had been apologizing for everything. For brushing against him, for tripping, for coughing, sneezing, dropping my compact.

It's fine, it's fine, it's fine.

No, it's not. Nothing is fine. Everything is all screwed up.

Thanks. To. Me.

A Note: Okay. Another short, boring chapter. It'll pick up, I promise. It gets better!!