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Chapter 15
Happiness
Soon, lunch came. Lunch . . .that would be tricky. Where would she sit? The secret was out and Lizzie wanted to sit with Gordo. Not only to make a statement, but also to see how the first half of his day went. She spotted him sitting with his friends, but there was no room for her. The table was full. She looked over at her friends. They were waving for her to sit with them.
She debated for a minute or so. Who would she sit with? Her so called "friends"? Or her old friends who would make her tell everything. The there was the third option: sitting alone. Like most people, she didn't like being lonely, but in a situation such as this, maybe it was the best she could do. Maybe Gordo would notice her and want to sit with her. Then again, Gordo would probably chicken out. No matter how much he liked Lizzie, he would still lack the confidence to go up to her and sit with her.
She couldn't take it much longer. She had to do something. She slowly, but confidently walked up to the table where Gordo was sitting. She made sure to just look straight ahead, and not at anyone else that might intimidate her. She finally reached the table, and was standing right behind him. He still didn't notice, as he was engrossed in telling some joke involving a penguin.
"Gordo," Lizzie spoke.
Gordo turned around, and saw Lizzie. He wasn't sure of what to say, and Lizzie could tell. "Y-yes?" he said.
"Gordo, can I speak to you for a minute?"
"Sure, Lizzie," Gordo said. He waited for her to continue.
Lizzie looked around, and noticed the whole table was staring at her in silence, "Alone?" Lizzie requested.
Gordo looked at his friends, "Sure," he said and he got up. Lizzie led him to outside the cafeteria. She was sure everyone in the cafeteria was staring at her, but she didn't care. She really needed to talk to Gordo and wanted to know his thoughts. They stopped when they were outside on a nearby bench. "What's the matter?" Gordo said. He looked nervous. He thought maybe she was kidding his morning after all, and didn't want to be friends.
"Nothing," Lizzie said, and she looked down, "How had your day been so far?"
"Insane," Gordo admitted, "but you know, I guess it is what was expected."
"Has anyone said anything about it to you?" Lizzie was obviously upset about something, and Gordo could tell.
"Not really. Nobody really talks to me in the first place, though. I have gotten strange looks, though."
"So none of my friends has said anything?"
"No. Why? Should they have?"
Lizzie looked down at her hands and shook her head, "No. I was just wondering because, well, I have a feeling everyone thinks I am using you."
"Using me? For what? We haven't even officially gone on a date yet. You do still want to go, don't you?" Gordo asked.
Lizzie nodded her head, "Oh, yeah, I would love to go. I am looking forward to it," Lizzie said in reassurance.
"Phew! Because for a minute, I thought maybe this whole thing was a joke or something," Gordo said.
"I would never play a joke like this on you. You are my friend. In fact, at this point, you are my best friend," Lizzie said with tears in her eyes.
"Why are you so upset, then?"
Lizzie attempted to wipe away her tears with her sleeve, "I just wish everything weren't so complicated. My friends think I am using you, and your friends think the same," Lizzie said.
"What for?"
"They think I am using you to get better grades. Gordo, I would never do that. I would never do that to any one. You know that, right?" Lizzie said. She was still crying.
"Of course I know that, Lizzie. This morning was a little bit surreal for me, and a little awkward, but you know something? For the first time in a long time, I could honestly say I was totally happy. Happy that I got my best friend, and happy about the new beginnings." Gordo said.
"You don't think we're moving too fast, do you?"
Gordo shook his head, "I couldn't be happier, Lizzie. We have all this time when we were moving too slow to make up on."
"Are you sure you are up for all of this?"
"All of what?" Gordo asked.
"Ready for all of the teasing, the doubting, the rumors, and everything else?"
"As long as we go through it together, I will be ready."
Lizzie smiled, "Thanks, Gordo. I don't know how I ever got on with life without you."
"What are you talking about? You are the stronger one between the two of us."
Lizzie laughed and shook her head; "I could argue that with a million reasons."
Gordo put his arm around her, "and I could give a million and one counter arguments."
Lizzie put her head on his shoulder, "Hey, do you want to come with me after school? I have to do something."
"Oh," Gordo said, "What would that be?"
"I have to get rid of all this black and purple in my hair," Lizzie said and she shook her head to look at the hair.
"Why?"
"Honestly?"
"Of course! Why?"
"Because I don't like it," Lizzie said.
"What?" Gordo said, "Then why did you do it in the first place?"
"Because I was unhappy and needed a change. Do you want to help me?"
"Are you turning it back to blonde?"
"Yeah. I mean blondes do supposedly have more fun, right?" Lizzie said.
Gordo laughed, "I would love to go with you."
"Good," Lizzie said and she stood up, "You ready to go back inside?"
Gordo stood up, "Sure." He took her hand, "Will this be like a first date?"
"What this thing with the hair?" Lizzie asked.
"Yeah," Gordo said.
"No," Lizzie said.
"Good. I mean, I want to have a real first date with you at some point."
"We already had our first date," Lizzie said.
"When?" Gordo asked, confused.
"In the library," Lizzie said.
Gordo raised an eyebrow, "That was a date?"
"Don't you think? And you know what? That was the best date I ever had." Lizzie said this as they walked back into the cafeteria.
Chapter 15
Happiness
Soon, lunch came. Lunch . . .that would be tricky. Where would she sit? The secret was out and Lizzie wanted to sit with Gordo. Not only to make a statement, but also to see how the first half of his day went. She spotted him sitting with his friends, but there was no room for her. The table was full. She looked over at her friends. They were waving for her to sit with them.
She debated for a minute or so. Who would she sit with? Her so called "friends"? Or her old friends who would make her tell everything. The there was the third option: sitting alone. Like most people, she didn't like being lonely, but in a situation such as this, maybe it was the best she could do. Maybe Gordo would notice her and want to sit with her. Then again, Gordo would probably chicken out. No matter how much he liked Lizzie, he would still lack the confidence to go up to her and sit with her.
She couldn't take it much longer. She had to do something. She slowly, but confidently walked up to the table where Gordo was sitting. She made sure to just look straight ahead, and not at anyone else that might intimidate her. She finally reached the table, and was standing right behind him. He still didn't notice, as he was engrossed in telling some joke involving a penguin.
"Gordo," Lizzie spoke.
Gordo turned around, and saw Lizzie. He wasn't sure of what to say, and Lizzie could tell. "Y-yes?" he said.
"Gordo, can I speak to you for a minute?"
"Sure, Lizzie," Gordo said. He waited for her to continue.
Lizzie looked around, and noticed the whole table was staring at her in silence, "Alone?" Lizzie requested.
Gordo looked at his friends, "Sure," he said and he got up. Lizzie led him to outside the cafeteria. She was sure everyone in the cafeteria was staring at her, but she didn't care. She really needed to talk to Gordo and wanted to know his thoughts. They stopped when they were outside on a nearby bench. "What's the matter?" Gordo said. He looked nervous. He thought maybe she was kidding his morning after all, and didn't want to be friends.
"Nothing," Lizzie said, and she looked down, "How had your day been so far?"
"Insane," Gordo admitted, "but you know, I guess it is what was expected."
"Has anyone said anything about it to you?" Lizzie was obviously upset about something, and Gordo could tell.
"Not really. Nobody really talks to me in the first place, though. I have gotten strange looks, though."
"So none of my friends has said anything?"
"No. Why? Should they have?"
Lizzie looked down at her hands and shook her head, "No. I was just wondering because, well, I have a feeling everyone thinks I am using you."
"Using me? For what? We haven't even officially gone on a date yet. You do still want to go, don't you?" Gordo asked.
Lizzie nodded her head, "Oh, yeah, I would love to go. I am looking forward to it," Lizzie said in reassurance.
"Phew! Because for a minute, I thought maybe this whole thing was a joke or something," Gordo said.
"I would never play a joke like this on you. You are my friend. In fact, at this point, you are my best friend," Lizzie said with tears in her eyes.
"Why are you so upset, then?"
Lizzie attempted to wipe away her tears with her sleeve, "I just wish everything weren't so complicated. My friends think I am using you, and your friends think the same," Lizzie said.
"What for?"
"They think I am using you to get better grades. Gordo, I would never do that. I would never do that to any one. You know that, right?" Lizzie said. She was still crying.
"Of course I know that, Lizzie. This morning was a little bit surreal for me, and a little awkward, but you know something? For the first time in a long time, I could honestly say I was totally happy. Happy that I got my best friend, and happy about the new beginnings." Gordo said.
"You don't think we're moving too fast, do you?"
Gordo shook his head, "I couldn't be happier, Lizzie. We have all this time when we were moving too slow to make up on."
"Are you sure you are up for all of this?"
"All of what?" Gordo asked.
"Ready for all of the teasing, the doubting, the rumors, and everything else?"
"As long as we go through it together, I will be ready."
Lizzie smiled, "Thanks, Gordo. I don't know how I ever got on with life without you."
"What are you talking about? You are the stronger one between the two of us."
Lizzie laughed and shook her head; "I could argue that with a million reasons."
Gordo put his arm around her, "and I could give a million and one counter arguments."
Lizzie put her head on his shoulder, "Hey, do you want to come with me after school? I have to do something."
"Oh," Gordo said, "What would that be?"
"I have to get rid of all this black and purple in my hair," Lizzie said and she shook her head to look at the hair.
"Why?"
"Honestly?"
"Of course! Why?"
"Because I don't like it," Lizzie said.
"What?" Gordo said, "Then why did you do it in the first place?"
"Because I was unhappy and needed a change. Do you want to help me?"
"Are you turning it back to blonde?"
"Yeah. I mean blondes do supposedly have more fun, right?" Lizzie said.
Gordo laughed, "I would love to go with you."
"Good," Lizzie said and she stood up, "You ready to go back inside?"
Gordo stood up, "Sure." He took her hand, "Will this be like a first date?"
"What this thing with the hair?" Lizzie asked.
"Yeah," Gordo said.
"No," Lizzie said.
"Good. I mean, I want to have a real first date with you at some point."
"We already had our first date," Lizzie said.
"When?" Gordo asked, confused.
"In the library," Lizzie said.
Gordo raised an eyebrow, "That was a date?"
"Don't you think? And you know what? That was the best date I ever had." Lizzie said this as they walked back into the cafeteria.