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Chapter Six
Keeping the Image
Lizzie and Gordo walked back downstairs to enjoy the new lightness. By now, it was around nine pm, but neither of them was tired. As they walked down the stairs, Lizzie said, "Well, while I am here, I might as well do some research for my biology project." Once they were on the lower level, Lizzie walked away, toward the Science section, and Gordo decided not to follow, seeing that he had no reason to follow. Instead, Gordo went to the reference section, but could not clear his head on the subject he used to know best-Lizzie McGuire, and once Lizzie and he were no longer departed, he thought he had her all figured out as a rebel who wanted nothing to do with someone like him. They had grown apart, and with time, almost forgotten themselves. Granted, it was more Lizzie who changed, but deep inside, maybe she hadn't changed as much as he thought and maybe Lizzie wasn't as figured out in his head than he thought. Lizzie seemed to have toleration for Gordo for the night, and although she complained, she wasn't being terribly mean, and they were talking. He decided he wanted to talk more to Lizzie about them, and maybe, just maybe, there would be a chance that they would become friends again. This is what Gordo hoped, in fact, in a way, he wanted even more, because Gordo not only wanted her as a friend, but he felt like he was falling in love with Lizzie all over again. This night would be his chance to prove it.
Meanwhile, Lizzie was looking at the books thinking about her own life. She felt so unlucky about having to spend this time with Gordo of all people stuck in a library when she could be fooling around with Lee, her come to think about it, what was Lee? Sure, Lee was her best guy friend undoubtedly, but she never wanted them to be more. The fact that they occasionally made out meant nothing to her and especially nothing to him, for he was drunk all the time, and when he wasn't drunk, he was high. How did she get herself into this crowd? Lee wasn't even in her crowd anymore, because as badass as she tried to keep her image, her crowd did have moral. Lee dropped out of school last year, anyway, and she was the only one who kept up with him. The rest of her crowd- Mel, Michael, Gabe, and Heather, did not do drugs, and in fact were anti-drug people, despite what the rest of the school thought about them, In fact, as soon as Lee started drugs was when the group started to get rid of him, which caused him to drop out. Lizzie still kept up with him, however, believing that he needed a friend to get over his habits, and right now, although Lee was working hard to not turn to the bottle or smoke or inhale something, it was quite a struggle, and although Lee told Lizzie that he stopped using drugs, and only smokes to ease cravings but still drinks, Lizzie was loosing her faith in Lee. Tonight, she was going to go over to his house to be with him, so he wouldn't be drinking, and for not being there, she felt guilty, but at the same time, maybe he needed this kick in the butt. He probably forgot about the plans to meet anyway. Besides, hanging out here was not as bad as she thought it would be. In a way, in fact, it kind of made her wish she was still friends with Gordo, because just being with him for the three hours she had reminded her of the good times they had when they were friends, even if this wasn't the most pleasant meeting, and if on Monday, when they were back at school, she and Gordo would never speak to each other in public, she would have this night in the library to remember him.
Once she found a book about her subject, she headed back to find Gordo, who was looking at an encyclopedia . . .backwards. "Hey," she said, and that startled him, mostly because her voice sounded somewhat friendly.
"Hi. Need help?" Gordo asked, assuming she came to ask him for some help, after all, most people who went out of their way to be nice to Gordo usually needed tutoring. Lizzie, however, didn't. "No, why?"
"Well, then why did you come to see me? Don't tell me that you, Lizzie McGuire, came to see me, Gordo, just to say hi," Gordo said, with hopes that this would get her talking.
Gordo did have a point, Lizzie thought. Why did she find Gordo as opposed to going somewhere to read? "Okay, Gordo, lets not make this situation harder to deal with unless you really want to make things worse," Lizzie said.
"Okay, fine, I will agree to that only if you will," Gordo said, walking toward her.
"It's a deal, and besides, maybe you can help me with my homework, I mean, while you are here."
"Listen, McGuire, I will help, but I will not do it for you," Gordo said. Lizzie nodded lightly as she stared off to the side as they walked to one of the tables. Gordo had just called her McGuire, a name he used to call her all the time in middle school. She wondered if he noticed.
They sat down at the table, Lizzie at the end and Gordo sitting next to her. "So what do you need help with?"
"The endocrine system," Lizzie answered, starring at him as he looked at the books she had out in disbelief. "I can't believe you are helping me just like that, Gordo, after all, I haven't really been all that nice to you since high school," Lizzie said out of the blue.
Gordo nervously laughed. "Well, maybe I just don't want there to be tension. After all, we will be stuck here possibly until Monday," Gordo said, not telling the full truth.
Chapter Six
Keeping the Image
Lizzie and Gordo walked back downstairs to enjoy the new lightness. By now, it was around nine pm, but neither of them was tired. As they walked down the stairs, Lizzie said, "Well, while I am here, I might as well do some research for my biology project." Once they were on the lower level, Lizzie walked away, toward the Science section, and Gordo decided not to follow, seeing that he had no reason to follow. Instead, Gordo went to the reference section, but could not clear his head on the subject he used to know best-Lizzie McGuire, and once Lizzie and he were no longer departed, he thought he had her all figured out as a rebel who wanted nothing to do with someone like him. They had grown apart, and with time, almost forgotten themselves. Granted, it was more Lizzie who changed, but deep inside, maybe she hadn't changed as much as he thought and maybe Lizzie wasn't as figured out in his head than he thought. Lizzie seemed to have toleration for Gordo for the night, and although she complained, she wasn't being terribly mean, and they were talking. He decided he wanted to talk more to Lizzie about them, and maybe, just maybe, there would be a chance that they would become friends again. This is what Gordo hoped, in fact, in a way, he wanted even more, because Gordo not only wanted her as a friend, but he felt like he was falling in love with Lizzie all over again. This night would be his chance to prove it.
Meanwhile, Lizzie was looking at the books thinking about her own life. She felt so unlucky about having to spend this time with Gordo of all people stuck in a library when she could be fooling around with Lee, her come to think about it, what was Lee? Sure, Lee was her best guy friend undoubtedly, but she never wanted them to be more. The fact that they occasionally made out meant nothing to her and especially nothing to him, for he was drunk all the time, and when he wasn't drunk, he was high. How did she get herself into this crowd? Lee wasn't even in her crowd anymore, because as badass as she tried to keep her image, her crowd did have moral. Lee dropped out of school last year, anyway, and she was the only one who kept up with him. The rest of her crowd- Mel, Michael, Gabe, and Heather, did not do drugs, and in fact were anti-drug people, despite what the rest of the school thought about them, In fact, as soon as Lee started drugs was when the group started to get rid of him, which caused him to drop out. Lizzie still kept up with him, however, believing that he needed a friend to get over his habits, and right now, although Lee was working hard to not turn to the bottle or smoke or inhale something, it was quite a struggle, and although Lee told Lizzie that he stopped using drugs, and only smokes to ease cravings but still drinks, Lizzie was loosing her faith in Lee. Tonight, she was going to go over to his house to be with him, so he wouldn't be drinking, and for not being there, she felt guilty, but at the same time, maybe he needed this kick in the butt. He probably forgot about the plans to meet anyway. Besides, hanging out here was not as bad as she thought it would be. In a way, in fact, it kind of made her wish she was still friends with Gordo, because just being with him for the three hours she had reminded her of the good times they had when they were friends, even if this wasn't the most pleasant meeting, and if on Monday, when they were back at school, she and Gordo would never speak to each other in public, she would have this night in the library to remember him.
Once she found a book about her subject, she headed back to find Gordo, who was looking at an encyclopedia . . .backwards. "Hey," she said, and that startled him, mostly because her voice sounded somewhat friendly.
"Hi. Need help?" Gordo asked, assuming she came to ask him for some help, after all, most people who went out of their way to be nice to Gordo usually needed tutoring. Lizzie, however, didn't. "No, why?"
"Well, then why did you come to see me? Don't tell me that you, Lizzie McGuire, came to see me, Gordo, just to say hi," Gordo said, with hopes that this would get her talking.
Gordo did have a point, Lizzie thought. Why did she find Gordo as opposed to going somewhere to read? "Okay, Gordo, lets not make this situation harder to deal with unless you really want to make things worse," Lizzie said.
"Okay, fine, I will agree to that only if you will," Gordo said, walking toward her.
"It's a deal, and besides, maybe you can help me with my homework, I mean, while you are here."
"Listen, McGuire, I will help, but I will not do it for you," Gordo said. Lizzie nodded lightly as she stared off to the side as they walked to one of the tables. Gordo had just called her McGuire, a name he used to call her all the time in middle school. She wondered if he noticed.
They sat down at the table, Lizzie at the end and Gordo sitting next to her. "So what do you need help with?"
"The endocrine system," Lizzie answered, starring at him as he looked at the books she had out in disbelief. "I can't believe you are helping me just like that, Gordo, after all, I haven't really been all that nice to you since high school," Lizzie said out of the blue.
Gordo nervously laughed. "Well, maybe I just don't want there to be tension. After all, we will be stuck here possibly until Monday," Gordo said, not telling the full truth.