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My Fair Lady 2
~Chapter 14~
Rolling, rolling, rolling, trapped in Gordo's arms, and a word called "heaven" ringing through my head. I had always imagined that whenever I fell in love, it would be during some romantic moment, and I'd be enveloped in my beloved's arms, and I would feel my heart beating warm, and fast, and bubbly, and it'd be amazing. And I was right. I was laying in Gordo's arms, and I felt a surge of something boiling hot and fizzy bubbling up inside me, and I wanted more than anything in the world to kiss him and show him how much I loved him.
And then I sneezed.
Right in his face.
All. Over.
Ew.
"Gordo, I'm so sorry!" I exclaimed, flustered, and embarrassed, and annoyed at myself. I began trying to scramble off him, so I could find something to wipe his face off with. But he was just all calm and collected, a bit amused with me, I think.
"Lizzie, it's fine." He just wiped off his face, and looked back at me. He was smiling, and I knew he was just about to burst out laughing.
I could feel my face blazing, with all the color of a bonfire. I was confused and lost and bemused and amazed. I couldn't believe that I was looking at Gordo, and that I loved him. Not just loved him, but was in love with him. For real. He was still smiling at me, and I smiled back. We just sat there, smiling at each other.
And then Gordo stood up. "We should get back," he said.
I lay down in the grass and complained that it was nice out and that I didn't want to leave. He laughed at me and took my hand to pull me up.
I resisted childishly.
"Do you realize how late it is?" he said.
"Well, yeah, but it's not as if anyone knows we're gone."
"Lizzie," he said warningly, his voice playful.
I reluctantly agreed and allowed him to pull me up. Then we set off for the house.
When we reached the bedroom window, Gordo climbed in first so he could help me in. I had begun to fall asleep on the way back from the park, leaning heavily on him for support. As I was crawling in, I misplaced my hand and plunged head-over-heals into Gordo's arms. He caught me of course, like I knew he always would, and we landed in a heap on the floor. We were laughing at my clumsiness, when all of the sudden, we were silent. We just looked at each other, and then I saw his face moving towards mine. I could sense his kiss coming. I started to close me eyes. He was about to kiss me…closer…closer…
But at the last minute he veered off course and kissed my cheek instead. My heart was flooded with disappointment, but I reasoned that it was better that he hadn't kissed me. Maybe he didn't feel that way for me, and then I would have kissed him back showing him just how I felt, and he would have flipped out. So maybe it was better. At least that's what I told myself. But what my heart really wanted? That kiss. And I would have it. At least that's what I told myself as I drifted to sleep, Gordo by my side, as always.