A/N: It's funny, I seem to be getting more reviews for this than for Tale
of the McGuire-Gordon's. I had figured it the other way around... oh well.
If you all have time, go read it because I spent a long time with chapter
sixteen.
This isn't the ending, so don't stop reading... I have one more chapter left! I bet you all are going to love this chapter... It's so cute!!
Happy New Year!
***
December 21st, 2015
7: 47 a.m.
Gordo's POV
I couldn't believe it. Lizzie McGuire. Strawberyblondie67 was Lizzie McGuire. The same Lizzie McGuire I had dreamed about for six years, the Lizzie McGuire who I imagined myself dying with. Stacy McIntyre... Lizzie McGuire. It didn't seem at all possible in any way, and yet it was really her.
She was really here. In this airport. All I had to do was find her. That was all. Then I could hold her, kiss her, tell her everything about how I had suffered without her, how I had loved her. It was such a wonderful idea that I didn't think it was possible. I couldn't think in complete sentences. I was having a lockdown.
Lizzie here. Loves me. Find her. Go. Go.
GO.
And as if it were magic, I automatically lifted out of my seat and drifted onto the floor. I was ready. I was going to find her. How, I didn't know. I could recognize her, I really could now. I might've passed her and not noticed, but I would now. My eyes were everywhere, hidden video cameras revealing every person in sight. I would, I *could* find her. She'd still be my Lizzie, even if she had dyed her hair purple and grown ten inches and become fat, I would know.
"Have you seen a Lizzie McGuire?" I asked the woman behind the counter of the waiting area.
She looked frazzled. "Lizzie McGuire... Lizzie McGuire... no, I don't believe so."
I clenched my teeth. "Okay, but if you see her, tell her that Da-Gordo was here, and that he's looking for her... and that he still loves her." And before she could say, "I'll try my best, sir", I was off.
I buzzed around asking everyone in sight, and it ticked me off that Stacy... no, I mean Lizzie, had lied to me. But then again, I'd lied to her too. I had told her I was single. I told her my name was Daniel, and if Gordon wasn't in my screen name, I would've said my last name was Yorba- Schmorba or something, like I had told Laurel (she was really cute, by the way). But Lizzie had dumped me! She dumped me for someone else. What had she said? "he doesn't love me, but I love him... I miss him... same place as me..."
Wait.
Had she dumped me for me?
***
Lizzie's POV
I had dumped him for him.
It was so stupid! All this time Daniel had been Gordo. I felt so insulted! I mean, what the heck? What did he think; that I wouldn't figure out eventually? And how did he figure out it was me? I was burning up. He had told me him name was Daniel! No wonder they had the same name... they were the same people!
What did I see in him, anyway? How could I hate him so much and still love him more than life itself? I didn't know, but all I could think about was how much I wanted to press my lips on his.
I had never kissed him. I had thought of it, oh, maybe once, twice, fifteen million times, but never had I actually done it. Once I was leaned over his shoulder and almost kissed him on the cheek, but it didn't happen. Well, actually, I had kissed him. Eighth, ninth grade or something. So long ago I could barely remember it. But it happened. I knew it did, and it was probably the best moment in my life. I don't remember why I did it, but afterwards we proclaimed it as a kiss between two friends, and nothing more. I regretted that so much later.
I closed my eyes, sat back in those uncomfortable seats, and sighed. "Gordo, I love you." I said to the ceiling.
That was it. I was not going to wait any longer. Gordo was here. I was going to find him. I was going to get that kiss, I was going to tell him I loved him, even if he was married to Jessica.
Jessica...
jessie3872.
Daniel's ex.
Oh my lord.
Jessica and Gordo had broken up.
A tear rolled down my cheek as I slowly put together the pieces of the puzzle. "...you ruined my chances with the only person that I wanted to be with in the first place..." "i really love someone else too, and she's around here somewhere..."
Gordo loved me. He really did. After all the terrible things he had said about me, he still loved me!
And if he had broken up with Jessica, then that meant I could win his heart over. I could be his girlfriend! I could kiss him, I could do all the things I had been dreaming about since the twelfth grade. Hopefully he loved me back.
I got up and started running. I had to find him now. I just *had* to. I had never felt so confident in my life!
"David Gordon... have you seen a David Gordon?" I asked a man in the waiting area.
"Um, no, now please let me watch the game." He said, trying to see the big- screen TV around me.
"Oh, sorry." I smiled weakly, and jetted off.
I asked everyone in sight, and to my surprise no one had seen or even heard of Gordo. I checked my watch. 8:25 a.m. I still had about ten hours. But it was hard, trying to find someone whom you didn't even recognize in a sea of people. Still, I didn't give up.
Gordo was here. He was waiting for me.
***
Gordo's POV
I had probably asked at least half the people in this airport frantically, one third calmly, and one sixth screaming. I had asked a lot of people more than once, which ticked me off that I couldn't find Lizzie, but I could run into one person twice. Every waiting area I entered, I was hoping someone would just stand up and yell; "I'm Lizzie, and I love you!", but of course, that didn't happen. But I wasn't ready to call it day yet... no way.
So here I was, running toward the waiting area for flight 283 in section D14, turning a corner when I run smack-dab into Laurel.
Under mistletoe.
There were places all around the airport where the workers had put mistletoe. It was very cupid, yet annoying. I took a deep breath and hoped that she didn't notice, because I wasn't really up for kissing anyone but Lizzie.
Laurel was looking beautiful, as always, and smiled when she saw me. "Sorry Jack, I did see you there." She frowned.
I smiled. "It's okay. That was actually my fault."
Stupid, stupid me! Why had I told her my name was Jack? Why? If I couldn't find Lizzie, she was definitely my second choice. She was perfect, and if I didn't love Lizzie, she would've been my girlfriend the second I met her.
"Hey." I said, grinning like an idiot.
'Oh, Gordo, Gordo,' I thought to myself. 'Twenty-five and you still have a way with making yourself look stupid in front of women.'
"Hey..."
I was about to carry on my way to D14 when I hesitated.
"Hey Lauren, have you-"
"Hey Jack, have you-"
I laughed. "You first."
"No, you."
"Let's say it at the same time." I suggested. "One... two... three!"
"Have you seen Lizzie McGuire?"
"Have you seen David Gordon?"
She gasped as my eyes widened and my jaw dropped seven feet to the ground.
Laurel... Laurel was Lizzie.
***
Lizzie's POV
Jack... Jack was Gordo.
I started breathing heavily.
First Daniel was Gordo, now Jack? What was this madness? Why was this happening to me? How come I didn't notice it before? Was I honestly that blind as too miss the similarities between Daniel, Jack, and Gordo? Stupid me, I got fooled by that insolence he called a charm... but I still loved him. He made an utter complete fool out of me, and yet-
Wait a second.
Gordo was standing right in front of me.
"Lizzie..." He whispered, touching my cheek.
"Gordo..." I sobbed, and hugged him tight.
"I love you." He whispered in my ear.
"I love you too."
He loved me! He really, really loved me! He said it! I heard him! I had been waiting to hear that for seven years. I worshipped the several seconds that we hugged. Eventually we broke apart, and we were both crying tears of joy. I gulped and grinned when I saw the mistletoe above us.
Before I knew it, he was leaning towards me and I almost shrieked. Gordo was about to kiss me! OH MY GOD! He was actually going to kiss me! He loved me, he hugged me, and now he was going to kiss me! Oh, how I longed for this moment! He was going to-
I was interrupted by his lips smothering mine.
I wrapped my arms around him and kiss back with full force. I wasn't going to let him get away this time. He was all mine. It was weird, because kissing him was so much different than I had imagined. But better, much better. I was shivering. He was nibbling on my lower lip. It was a full- impact kiss.
He had no cologne on, and that's how I liked men, cologne-less so you could smell their real scent, and in this case, I got blown away with his real scent. It was warm and fuzzy, like peppermint and cinnamon, a variety of spices combined with some kind of soap... oh, it smelled so good. And his breath had the same spring-minty-freshness that I had dreamed about, only more mystical, in a way.
I was dreaming about scents and smells and the way he kissed and how his chocolate locks kept brushing against my face when he frenched me. I couldn't help but giggle a little. He was so good at this! I started to get a little more bubbly about this kiss and started playing around with his curls. I could tell he felt a little embarrassed by the way he smiled. I even bet he blushed.
By the time it was over, I was exploding in little installments of giggles. "I love you." I giggled.
He laughed. "Me too."
I kissed him one last time, and we headed off to the waiting area for our flight, hand in hand.
We had a lot to catch up on.
This isn't the ending, so don't stop reading... I have one more chapter left! I bet you all are going to love this chapter... It's so cute!!
Happy New Year!
***
December 21st, 2015
7: 47 a.m.
Gordo's POV
I couldn't believe it. Lizzie McGuire. Strawberyblondie67 was Lizzie McGuire. The same Lizzie McGuire I had dreamed about for six years, the Lizzie McGuire who I imagined myself dying with. Stacy McIntyre... Lizzie McGuire. It didn't seem at all possible in any way, and yet it was really her.
She was really here. In this airport. All I had to do was find her. That was all. Then I could hold her, kiss her, tell her everything about how I had suffered without her, how I had loved her. It was such a wonderful idea that I didn't think it was possible. I couldn't think in complete sentences. I was having a lockdown.
Lizzie here. Loves me. Find her. Go. Go.
GO.
And as if it were magic, I automatically lifted out of my seat and drifted onto the floor. I was ready. I was going to find her. How, I didn't know. I could recognize her, I really could now. I might've passed her and not noticed, but I would now. My eyes were everywhere, hidden video cameras revealing every person in sight. I would, I *could* find her. She'd still be my Lizzie, even if she had dyed her hair purple and grown ten inches and become fat, I would know.
"Have you seen a Lizzie McGuire?" I asked the woman behind the counter of the waiting area.
She looked frazzled. "Lizzie McGuire... Lizzie McGuire... no, I don't believe so."
I clenched my teeth. "Okay, but if you see her, tell her that Da-Gordo was here, and that he's looking for her... and that he still loves her." And before she could say, "I'll try my best, sir", I was off.
I buzzed around asking everyone in sight, and it ticked me off that Stacy... no, I mean Lizzie, had lied to me. But then again, I'd lied to her too. I had told her I was single. I told her my name was Daniel, and if Gordon wasn't in my screen name, I would've said my last name was Yorba- Schmorba or something, like I had told Laurel (she was really cute, by the way). But Lizzie had dumped me! She dumped me for someone else. What had she said? "he doesn't love me, but I love him... I miss him... same place as me..."
Wait.
Had she dumped me for me?
***
Lizzie's POV
I had dumped him for him.
It was so stupid! All this time Daniel had been Gordo. I felt so insulted! I mean, what the heck? What did he think; that I wouldn't figure out eventually? And how did he figure out it was me? I was burning up. He had told me him name was Daniel! No wonder they had the same name... they were the same people!
What did I see in him, anyway? How could I hate him so much and still love him more than life itself? I didn't know, but all I could think about was how much I wanted to press my lips on his.
I had never kissed him. I had thought of it, oh, maybe once, twice, fifteen million times, but never had I actually done it. Once I was leaned over his shoulder and almost kissed him on the cheek, but it didn't happen. Well, actually, I had kissed him. Eighth, ninth grade or something. So long ago I could barely remember it. But it happened. I knew it did, and it was probably the best moment in my life. I don't remember why I did it, but afterwards we proclaimed it as a kiss between two friends, and nothing more. I regretted that so much later.
I closed my eyes, sat back in those uncomfortable seats, and sighed. "Gordo, I love you." I said to the ceiling.
That was it. I was not going to wait any longer. Gordo was here. I was going to find him. I was going to get that kiss, I was going to tell him I loved him, even if he was married to Jessica.
Jessica...
jessie3872.
Daniel's ex.
Oh my lord.
Jessica and Gordo had broken up.
A tear rolled down my cheek as I slowly put together the pieces of the puzzle. "...you ruined my chances with the only person that I wanted to be with in the first place..." "i really love someone else too, and she's around here somewhere..."
Gordo loved me. He really did. After all the terrible things he had said about me, he still loved me!
And if he had broken up with Jessica, then that meant I could win his heart over. I could be his girlfriend! I could kiss him, I could do all the things I had been dreaming about since the twelfth grade. Hopefully he loved me back.
I got up and started running. I had to find him now. I just *had* to. I had never felt so confident in my life!
"David Gordon... have you seen a David Gordon?" I asked a man in the waiting area.
"Um, no, now please let me watch the game." He said, trying to see the big- screen TV around me.
"Oh, sorry." I smiled weakly, and jetted off.
I asked everyone in sight, and to my surprise no one had seen or even heard of Gordo. I checked my watch. 8:25 a.m. I still had about ten hours. But it was hard, trying to find someone whom you didn't even recognize in a sea of people. Still, I didn't give up.
Gordo was here. He was waiting for me.
***
Gordo's POV
I had probably asked at least half the people in this airport frantically, one third calmly, and one sixth screaming. I had asked a lot of people more than once, which ticked me off that I couldn't find Lizzie, but I could run into one person twice. Every waiting area I entered, I was hoping someone would just stand up and yell; "I'm Lizzie, and I love you!", but of course, that didn't happen. But I wasn't ready to call it day yet... no way.
So here I was, running toward the waiting area for flight 283 in section D14, turning a corner when I run smack-dab into Laurel.
Under mistletoe.
There were places all around the airport where the workers had put mistletoe. It was very cupid, yet annoying. I took a deep breath and hoped that she didn't notice, because I wasn't really up for kissing anyone but Lizzie.
Laurel was looking beautiful, as always, and smiled when she saw me. "Sorry Jack, I did see you there." She frowned.
I smiled. "It's okay. That was actually my fault."
Stupid, stupid me! Why had I told her my name was Jack? Why? If I couldn't find Lizzie, she was definitely my second choice. She was perfect, and if I didn't love Lizzie, she would've been my girlfriend the second I met her.
"Hey." I said, grinning like an idiot.
'Oh, Gordo, Gordo,' I thought to myself. 'Twenty-five and you still have a way with making yourself look stupid in front of women.'
"Hey..."
I was about to carry on my way to D14 when I hesitated.
"Hey Lauren, have you-"
"Hey Jack, have you-"
I laughed. "You first."
"No, you."
"Let's say it at the same time." I suggested. "One... two... three!"
"Have you seen Lizzie McGuire?"
"Have you seen David Gordon?"
She gasped as my eyes widened and my jaw dropped seven feet to the ground.
Laurel... Laurel was Lizzie.
***
Lizzie's POV
Jack... Jack was Gordo.
I started breathing heavily.
First Daniel was Gordo, now Jack? What was this madness? Why was this happening to me? How come I didn't notice it before? Was I honestly that blind as too miss the similarities between Daniel, Jack, and Gordo? Stupid me, I got fooled by that insolence he called a charm... but I still loved him. He made an utter complete fool out of me, and yet-
Wait a second.
Gordo was standing right in front of me.
"Lizzie..." He whispered, touching my cheek.
"Gordo..." I sobbed, and hugged him tight.
"I love you." He whispered in my ear.
"I love you too."
He loved me! He really, really loved me! He said it! I heard him! I had been waiting to hear that for seven years. I worshipped the several seconds that we hugged. Eventually we broke apart, and we were both crying tears of joy. I gulped and grinned when I saw the mistletoe above us.
Before I knew it, he was leaning towards me and I almost shrieked. Gordo was about to kiss me! OH MY GOD! He was actually going to kiss me! He loved me, he hugged me, and now he was going to kiss me! Oh, how I longed for this moment! He was going to-
I was interrupted by his lips smothering mine.
I wrapped my arms around him and kiss back with full force. I wasn't going to let him get away this time. He was all mine. It was weird, because kissing him was so much different than I had imagined. But better, much better. I was shivering. He was nibbling on my lower lip. It was a full- impact kiss.
He had no cologne on, and that's how I liked men, cologne-less so you could smell their real scent, and in this case, I got blown away with his real scent. It was warm and fuzzy, like peppermint and cinnamon, a variety of spices combined with some kind of soap... oh, it smelled so good. And his breath had the same spring-minty-freshness that I had dreamed about, only more mystical, in a way.
I was dreaming about scents and smells and the way he kissed and how his chocolate locks kept brushing against my face when he frenched me. I couldn't help but giggle a little. He was so good at this! I started to get a little more bubbly about this kiss and started playing around with his curls. I could tell he felt a little embarrassed by the way he smiled. I even bet he blushed.
By the time it was over, I was exploding in little installments of giggles. "I love you." I giggled.
He laughed. "Me too."
I kissed him one last time, and we headed off to the waiting area for our flight, hand in hand.
We had a lot to catch up on.