Chapter Eight: I Like Your Smile
Gordo's POV
She kissed me. I just can't believe it.
LIZZIE McGUIRE KISSED ME.
And she wrote our song for me. "Why Not" was for me. Do you realize how special that made me feel? I know I sound totally corny, but it meant so much to me to know that she cared. I would do anything for her and to know that she feels that I should always be open with her, well, it's a good feeling.
Anyway, after she pulled away from me and said, "Gordo, the song was for you," she shook her head in dizziness. "I hope you don't mind, Gordo, but I'm really tired. I'm going to go to sleep now." Her eyes slowly closed and her head rested on my shoulder.
Well, that was awkward. It was uncomfortable yet comfy at the same. She was resting her head on my shoulder, something that hasn't happened since we were five. Then I thought of something. I knew Lizzie was out like a light, and this wouldn't do much, but I smiled and whispered into the night, "I love you, Lizzie."
"Gordo?"
I looked up. It wasn't Lizzie that had said that, but.
"Miranda?"
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Ren's POV
After practicing our new song about twenty more times, I declared, "Break time."
Everyone gave a sigh of relief. Louis, Tawny, and Twitty went upstairs to get snacks. That left me and Larry alone.
"Yo Ren," he said, popping into my vision. "I was just wondering if you, ya know, wanted to come with me to, ya know, check out where they're having the battle."
At first, I was disgusted. I mean I was not in school, where I didn't have to breathe the same air as Beale, and here he was, in my house, in my band, asking me if I wanted to go someplace in PUBLIC together.
"Larry," I said. "Why don't we try to spend as little time together as possible, okay?" I walked away from him.
"Wait Ren," he said, grabbing my shoulder and turning me around. We both looked down at HIS hand on MY shoulder for a moment, a very LONG moment. Then he released me and we both looked away, pretty much embarrassed.
"Hey guys!" Louis shouted, entering the room with a big bag of potato chips. "Sorry to leave the French and the British alone for a second, but duty called." He tossed me the bag of chips.
Twitty and Tawny came downstairs after him, Twitty with Cheese Munchies and Tawny with caramel popcorn. I got five cans of grape soda out from the mini-fridge and handed one to everyone. When I handed Larry his, though, our fingers touched for a slight second and he smiled at me. I liked it when Larry smiled at me. It was a nice feeling, like looking into a rainbow. So I smiled right back.
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Larry's POV
I was smiling at Ren Stevens. Ren Stevens was smiling at me. It wasn't even awkward. It was actually kind of nice.
"Larry," she suddenly said softly. "About your offer." She paused for a moment then took the grape soda out of my hand and poured it over my head. "Consider that a yes."
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Ren's POV
Do you know how good it left to drench Larry in grape soda? Do you??? It was beyond awesome. It was better than when I dumped Sloppy Joe meat all over him (A/N: The Scrub Day episode). It was just an awesome feeling.
Anyway, I DID agree to go with Larry to where they're setting up the Battle of the Bands. I'm really not sure why. But after we ate, practiced "The Way Things Were" about 50 more times, and ate again, it was time to go. Larry ran home to get changed (he played our song the whole time in one of Donnie's old jersey. It was too funny, though I didn't have a camera handy). Then I waited for him to come back to take me to ARCO Arena, where it was being held.
I stood out on my front lawn, questioning myself. Why was I doing this? This was degrading. Wasn't being in the battle with him bad enough? Of course I wasn't going to tell anyone about this. People would start to get suspicious. And I couldn't even begin to think about what my boyfriend, Gil, would do. He'd probably be upset and dump me. I wasn't ready for that. I liked Gil. And even though I really liked Larry, too.
WHOA THERE!!! Where did THAT come from? I don't like Larry Beale. HE'S LARRY BEALE FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! He's my sworn enemy. I will hate his guts until the world comes to an end.
And it might have very well done so when Larry pulled up right then.
Yea, that's right. I said "pulled up." We're too young to drive, so what, you may ask, did he exactly pull up in? Well, it's more like pull up on. He pulled up ON an electric scooter.
"Hey Vampira," he said with a laugh as he pulled off his helmet. "Ready to go?" He gave me one of his famous stupid smirks. Yep, his nice smile was gone and he was Larry Beale again.
"Yea," I said reluctantly, looking at the scooter. "We're going on THIS?"
"No, we're taking my Ferrari," said Larry sarcastically. "Now hurry up. Do you have a helmet?"
I was losing my patience. "No."
He tossed his helmet to me. "Use mine then Cruella. You'll need it more than me."
Even though I really didn't want to, I put on Larry's helmet - which was way too big for me - and got on the back of his scooter. I reached around him and put my hands beside his on the handle bars.
He laughed. "What are you doing -"
I interrupted him. "No, no more female villain names or I'm off." I looked down at my hands. "And what do you mean, what am I doing?"
Larry took my arms and put them around his waist. "They go there, SNOW WHITE, okay?"
Though I found this REALLY disgusting, I said through tight lips, "Uh-huh."
"Okay then," he said back. He started the motor. "Let's roll. We out."
I sighed. He had to talk like some kind of freak during this horrible and humiliating time. I started thinking about what I would do if someone saw us, but my thoughts were interrupted by the sudden movement of the scooter. We zoomed past houses and trees, making everything seem like a colorful blur. I think I even smiled a little, enjoying the wind in my face and the sights before my eyes. I was having fun *and* holding Larry Beale tight at the same time.
Soon we arrived at ARCO Arena. The parking lot was jam packed though. A lot of cars were pulling out, hardly giving us room to move.
"Why are all these people here?" I asked Larry as we zipped past a slow- moving Jaguar.
Larry turned the corner. "WNBA game just got done. Now the B.I.F.F. Records people can start moving stuff in for the battle."
We stopped behind a big moving van. Larry and I hopped off and I handed him his helmet. "So how exactly are we getting in?" I asked him as he led me towards the back of the arena.
We stopped at a door that said 'Keep Out: Employees Only' and Larry knocked on it. Waiting for a reply, he turned to me and said, "I know a guy."
The door slowly opened and a guy that looked a lot like Larry in a purple uniform stepped out.
"What up, cuz?" Larry shouted.
"Not much," the guy replied. The two performed an incredibly stupid- looking handshake.
"Whose the lady, cousin?" the guy asked Larry, looking at me.
Larry made a face. "She's a Stevens." When his cousin made a face right back at him, Larry added, "She's in the band."
SHE'S IN THE BAND?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Well, that was it. I was about to get rid of the Larry Beale dilemma.
But then Larry turned around gave me a smile, his rainbow smile, and I felt my knees go weak.
Oh no. I was falling for Larry Beale.
Like it? It's so evil to make Ren fall for Larry, but I had to. Keep those reviews coming. I won't update until I get ten. Just kidding. I could get one and a half for all I care. I really like this story and I'm keeping it going.
Hey, if you get the chance, I seriously recommend reading "The Tale of the McGuire-Gordons" by PersonY2K, one of my favorite authors.
Keep it Heavenly,
(* Goddess4LiFe
Gordo's POV
She kissed me. I just can't believe it.
LIZZIE McGUIRE KISSED ME.
And she wrote our song for me. "Why Not" was for me. Do you realize how special that made me feel? I know I sound totally corny, but it meant so much to me to know that she cared. I would do anything for her and to know that she feels that I should always be open with her, well, it's a good feeling.
Anyway, after she pulled away from me and said, "Gordo, the song was for you," she shook her head in dizziness. "I hope you don't mind, Gordo, but I'm really tired. I'm going to go to sleep now." Her eyes slowly closed and her head rested on my shoulder.
Well, that was awkward. It was uncomfortable yet comfy at the same. She was resting her head on my shoulder, something that hasn't happened since we were five. Then I thought of something. I knew Lizzie was out like a light, and this wouldn't do much, but I smiled and whispered into the night, "I love you, Lizzie."
"Gordo?"
I looked up. It wasn't Lizzie that had said that, but.
"Miranda?"
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Ren's POV
After practicing our new song about twenty more times, I declared, "Break time."
Everyone gave a sigh of relief. Louis, Tawny, and Twitty went upstairs to get snacks. That left me and Larry alone.
"Yo Ren," he said, popping into my vision. "I was just wondering if you, ya know, wanted to come with me to, ya know, check out where they're having the battle."
At first, I was disgusted. I mean I was not in school, where I didn't have to breathe the same air as Beale, and here he was, in my house, in my band, asking me if I wanted to go someplace in PUBLIC together.
"Larry," I said. "Why don't we try to spend as little time together as possible, okay?" I walked away from him.
"Wait Ren," he said, grabbing my shoulder and turning me around. We both looked down at HIS hand on MY shoulder for a moment, a very LONG moment. Then he released me and we both looked away, pretty much embarrassed.
"Hey guys!" Louis shouted, entering the room with a big bag of potato chips. "Sorry to leave the French and the British alone for a second, but duty called." He tossed me the bag of chips.
Twitty and Tawny came downstairs after him, Twitty with Cheese Munchies and Tawny with caramel popcorn. I got five cans of grape soda out from the mini-fridge and handed one to everyone. When I handed Larry his, though, our fingers touched for a slight second and he smiled at me. I liked it when Larry smiled at me. It was a nice feeling, like looking into a rainbow. So I smiled right back.
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Larry's POV
I was smiling at Ren Stevens. Ren Stevens was smiling at me. It wasn't even awkward. It was actually kind of nice.
"Larry," she suddenly said softly. "About your offer." She paused for a moment then took the grape soda out of my hand and poured it over my head. "Consider that a yes."
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Ren's POV
Do you know how good it left to drench Larry in grape soda? Do you??? It was beyond awesome. It was better than when I dumped Sloppy Joe meat all over him (A/N: The Scrub Day episode). It was just an awesome feeling.
Anyway, I DID agree to go with Larry to where they're setting up the Battle of the Bands. I'm really not sure why. But after we ate, practiced "The Way Things Were" about 50 more times, and ate again, it was time to go. Larry ran home to get changed (he played our song the whole time in one of Donnie's old jersey. It was too funny, though I didn't have a camera handy). Then I waited for him to come back to take me to ARCO Arena, where it was being held.
I stood out on my front lawn, questioning myself. Why was I doing this? This was degrading. Wasn't being in the battle with him bad enough? Of course I wasn't going to tell anyone about this. People would start to get suspicious. And I couldn't even begin to think about what my boyfriend, Gil, would do. He'd probably be upset and dump me. I wasn't ready for that. I liked Gil. And even though I really liked Larry, too.
WHOA THERE!!! Where did THAT come from? I don't like Larry Beale. HE'S LARRY BEALE FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! He's my sworn enemy. I will hate his guts until the world comes to an end.
And it might have very well done so when Larry pulled up right then.
Yea, that's right. I said "pulled up." We're too young to drive, so what, you may ask, did he exactly pull up in? Well, it's more like pull up on. He pulled up ON an electric scooter.
"Hey Vampira," he said with a laugh as he pulled off his helmet. "Ready to go?" He gave me one of his famous stupid smirks. Yep, his nice smile was gone and he was Larry Beale again.
"Yea," I said reluctantly, looking at the scooter. "We're going on THIS?"
"No, we're taking my Ferrari," said Larry sarcastically. "Now hurry up. Do you have a helmet?"
I was losing my patience. "No."
He tossed his helmet to me. "Use mine then Cruella. You'll need it more than me."
Even though I really didn't want to, I put on Larry's helmet - which was way too big for me - and got on the back of his scooter. I reached around him and put my hands beside his on the handle bars.
He laughed. "What are you doing -"
I interrupted him. "No, no more female villain names or I'm off." I looked down at my hands. "And what do you mean, what am I doing?"
Larry took my arms and put them around his waist. "They go there, SNOW WHITE, okay?"
Though I found this REALLY disgusting, I said through tight lips, "Uh-huh."
"Okay then," he said back. He started the motor. "Let's roll. We out."
I sighed. He had to talk like some kind of freak during this horrible and humiliating time. I started thinking about what I would do if someone saw us, but my thoughts were interrupted by the sudden movement of the scooter. We zoomed past houses and trees, making everything seem like a colorful blur. I think I even smiled a little, enjoying the wind in my face and the sights before my eyes. I was having fun *and* holding Larry Beale tight at the same time.
Soon we arrived at ARCO Arena. The parking lot was jam packed though. A lot of cars were pulling out, hardly giving us room to move.
"Why are all these people here?" I asked Larry as we zipped past a slow- moving Jaguar.
Larry turned the corner. "WNBA game just got done. Now the B.I.F.F. Records people can start moving stuff in for the battle."
We stopped behind a big moving van. Larry and I hopped off and I handed him his helmet. "So how exactly are we getting in?" I asked him as he led me towards the back of the arena.
We stopped at a door that said 'Keep Out: Employees Only' and Larry knocked on it. Waiting for a reply, he turned to me and said, "I know a guy."
The door slowly opened and a guy that looked a lot like Larry in a purple uniform stepped out.
"What up, cuz?" Larry shouted.
"Not much," the guy replied. The two performed an incredibly stupid- looking handshake.
"Whose the lady, cousin?" the guy asked Larry, looking at me.
Larry made a face. "She's a Stevens." When his cousin made a face right back at him, Larry added, "She's in the band."
SHE'S IN THE BAND?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Well, that was it. I was about to get rid of the Larry Beale dilemma.
But then Larry turned around gave me a smile, his rainbow smile, and I felt my knees go weak.
Oh no. I was falling for Larry Beale.
Like it? It's so evil to make Ren fall for Larry, but I had to. Keep those reviews coming. I won't update until I get ten. Just kidding. I could get one and a half for all I care. I really like this story and I'm keeping it going.
Hey, if you get the chance, I seriously recommend reading "The Tale of the McGuire-Gordons" by PersonY2K, one of my favorite authors.
Keep it Heavenly,
(* Goddess4LiFe