Authors Note and Disclaimer
I am posting this, once. Only once, so at least skim through it and pretend you have read what I have to say.
First off I have no connections to Lizzie McGuire or anything that goes along with it. I am a fan, a fan that happens to write fanfiction.
Please do not expect a new posting from me every other day. I will try to have a new chapter up weekly, if not weekly, then biweekly. I work two jobs, one full time and one part time, I also go to school. I also try to maintain a social life, which is not exactly the easiest thing to do when you only have 4 hours to sleep a night as it is.
I will try to write as much as possible.
The plane ride home was awkward to say the least. Gordo and I had promised to sit next to each other, but that promise was made prior to my bold actions the previous night. Now the two of us were stuck sitting beside each other for the next thirteen hours. Neither one of us had said anything to each other since we boarded. Neither one of us could think of something appropriate to say to the other. What can you say to someone, who has been your best friend since birth, who you abruptly kissed the night before?
Last night, our last night in Rome I kissed Gordo. And not just some little peck on the cheek like I had done many times before, this had been a kiss of epic proportions. I don't know what came over me. I had never done something so inappropriate before in my life, and now as I sat silently in my airplane seat I realized why I hadn't done anything like this before. I am Lizzie McGuire, I am shy and I don't kiss my best friend. How am I supposed to face Gordo after what I did? I probably ruined our friendship and I had absolutely no explanation for it.
If I knew anything at that moment in time, I knew that Gordo would want an explanation when things between us had settled down a bit. But what could I tell him? Yah, about that I think it was just the whole roman thing. "I think I had an urgency to be kissed that night, and you happened to be standing beside me." No, that wouldn't do. I couldn't even think of offering that excuse to Gordo, he deserved so much more.
"Lizzie, are you alright?" I snapped out of my daze to find Gordo staring at me and waving his hand in front of my face.
"Yeah, Gordo, I'm alright. Just thinking." He stared at me, making me a little nervous. I didn't like being watched so intently. "So, having fun?" I said to try and break the awkward silence that had snuck up on us.
"No, not really, I was hoping we could talk more." He responded so casually. I panicked; I couldn't talk about last night yet, I hadn't completely figured out how I felt, I didn't want to know how Gordo felt about it. Because I knew that his feelings would change mine, and for once in my life I knew I needed to know how I actually felt and not how someone wanted me to feel.
"Talk? About what?" I choked out
"Nevermind, I'm tired" he said, I didn't read into in, I probably should have. Gordo looked upset about something but the truth is, I was so relieved that he didn't bring up the kiss, I almost started to relax.
"Here, lay your head on my shoulder, get some rest. I'll wake you when were about to land" I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth. I knew what was coming next.
"You sure? I mean. that wouldn't be at all uncomfortable to you?" I knew what he meant by that, he wasn't thinking of my physical comfort. He was referring to how tense things were since I had kissed him. I decided to play dumb and prayed he would play along for once in his life.
"No, I mean besides I owe you, I slept on basically the entire flight to Rome. My shoulder is here for you if you need a pillow" I forced a smile, and Gordo just shrugged it off and snuggled up on my shoulder.
He was out like a light within minutes, and I of course drifted back into my thoughts. Did I like Gordo as more then a friend? Why did I really kiss him? Did I want to pursue things further? I decided I needed to answer these questions and not just think of hundreds of questions without bothering to answer them. I knew I needed to know these things because, eventually, probably sooner then I'd hope, Gordo would want to talk about what has happened between them.
I realized that mulling over these questions in my mind wouldn't help me answer them, I needed to write it all down and answer each query one by one, but before I could do that, I had to get Gordo off of my shoulder, preferably without waking him.
I reached to my side and pulled out one of those mini pillows that the flight attendants hand out at the beginning of a long flight and by some miracle managed to get Gordo rested on his seat with the pillow, leaving me to move around with my full capability.
I pulled out my notebook and a pen, and neatly wrote down my first question.
Why did I really kiss him?
I think I kissed Gordo because of my surroundings, I mean come on I was in Rome one of the most romantic cities in the world and I had no special guy to share these moments with.
I scratched that out, I knew in my heart that wasn't at all the reason I kissed Gordo. I took a deep sigh and finally released the truth from within.
I kissed Gordo, for a very simple reason, which seems to be so complicated. I'm attracted to him. I realized this when I was with Pablo. I was with this amazing Latin singing sensation and all I was thinking about was my best friend.
I stared at what I had just written, how was it so easy for me to admit things when I was writing them down? Why couldn't I just admit these things without this waste of time process of gathering my thoughts on paper?
Question two:
Did I want to pursue things further with Gordo?
Now this one, even on paper I am unsure of. I think I'd like Gordo to be my boyfriend, but would that cause me to lose my best friend? Oh no, more questions. Ok Answers. Yes I would like to pursue things with Gordo, but I know I won't. I already made the first move by kissing him on the balcony.
If Gordo likes me, like everyone says he does. Then he can be the one to pursue me. I let him know that I liked him, so now it's all up to him.
I re-read the page I had just written two or three times to make sure everything I had put down on paper matched how I felt in side, and with a few adjustments I was completely in agreement with what I had written. Gordo would have to be bold, and Gordo would have to bring up the subject of the kiss, he would have to ask me out and he would have to formally let me know how he feels about me.
I looked down at Gordo would had somehow managed to get his head in my lap without me noticing, I couldn't help what I did next. I leaned down and gave him a small peck on the forehead. I absorbed how peaceful he looked while he slept, I don't think I had ever seen him looking as relax as he did at that moment.
With that thought in mind, he stirred in his sleep causing me to jump a little I hadn't meant to wake him, but there he was. His eyes fluttering open, how strange it must have been for him to awake to me staring at him.
"Hey Lizzie" he said in a tone I hadn't heard him use before, this tone was so sleepy but at the same time he sounded elated to wake up looking at me. I almost slapped myself at thought. I was turning into Kate, what with these self-centered thoughts going through my mind like this.
"Hey Gordo"
"How'd I wind up on your lap swe. Lizzie?" I smiled at his silly facial expression, he had always been good with those quizztive looks, wait did he almost say sweetie? My mind was racing when I realize what he almost called me, my heart was pounding. I was so happy; he almost said sweetie. I can't believe it.
"Huh? Oh you just shifted in your sleep, and you looked so peaceful I didn't want to disturb you." I explain, ok so I didn't know for sure if that's how he ended up on my lap but I couldn't think of a better explanation.
The rest of the flight was truly quite boring, but arriving at the airport was a completely different story. My parents were no where to be found, they had taken a flight the day before ours so they should have been at the airport to pick me up. Gordo found his parents who had some unsettling news.
"Lizzie, you're parents had to go visit your Grandma. Apparently she broke her hip water skiing or something like that, so you'll be staying at our house for the next week or so" Mrs. Gordon explained, then added "Oh and Jo, I mean your mother wanted me to let you know you're grounding will begin promptly when they return, until then you are free to have fun." I rolled my eyes, of course my parents wouldn't forget they had grounded me, even if I had forgotten they had.
"Mom, Dad, aren't you guys going out of town tomorrow night thou?"
"Well yes, we are. I explained all this to Jo.Lizzie's mom, and after I had explained that you had been left to care for yourself and the house many times before she agreed that it would be ok if you and Lizzie stayed alone at the house."
I couldn't believe what they had just said, if I found a thirteen- hour flight with Gordo to be uncomfortable, imagine a week alone with him. I looked over at Gordo, who offered me a smile.
I smiled back, and decided it would be the perfect time for us to decide where we stood. I, Lizzie McGuire, would make the best of this one- week of freedom.
"How long will you guys be gone?" I absent mindedly asked Mr. and Mrs. Gordon
"For two weeks. I believe, we were planning on leaving tonight, but since the two of you just arrived we will leave early tomorrow morning."
I didn't respond, I had nothing to say to her answer, I honestly had no idea why I even asked, but now that I had. I kind of wished they would just drop us off and go.
"Mom, Dad, you guys can go today if that's better for you. I don't want you guys driving early in the morning when you're both still half asleep." Gordo said as if he was reading my thoughts.
"Are you sure you'd be ok with that David?" Mr. Gordo asked,
"If it means you'll be safer, of course I am."
"Alright, we'll drop you off and get on our way.
When we got to the car, and opened the trunk, I realized something. Mr. and Mrs. Gordon were probably planning to leave that evening before Gordo had even suggested it, they had their luggage in the trunk already. I think Gordo was thinking the same thing, because suddenly a wave of sadness crossed over his face.
I wanted to reach out and hold him, he looked so down on the ride to house. I knew Gordo felt neglected by his parents on a regular basis, I had, up until now, only thought he was over-reacting. But now, after seeing this neglect up close and person I finally understood how Gordo must have felt so deep inside.
When we arrived at the Gordon's home, Gordo's parents didn't even get out of the car. It was left up to Gordo and me to bring all our stuff inside the house, and in the process of doing all this, it dawned on me.
Gordo and I were alone.
I am posting this, once. Only once, so at least skim through it and pretend you have read what I have to say.
First off I have no connections to Lizzie McGuire or anything that goes along with it. I am a fan, a fan that happens to write fanfiction.
Please do not expect a new posting from me every other day. I will try to have a new chapter up weekly, if not weekly, then biweekly. I work two jobs, one full time and one part time, I also go to school. I also try to maintain a social life, which is not exactly the easiest thing to do when you only have 4 hours to sleep a night as it is.
I will try to write as much as possible.
The plane ride home was awkward to say the least. Gordo and I had promised to sit next to each other, but that promise was made prior to my bold actions the previous night. Now the two of us were stuck sitting beside each other for the next thirteen hours. Neither one of us had said anything to each other since we boarded. Neither one of us could think of something appropriate to say to the other. What can you say to someone, who has been your best friend since birth, who you abruptly kissed the night before?
Last night, our last night in Rome I kissed Gordo. And not just some little peck on the cheek like I had done many times before, this had been a kiss of epic proportions. I don't know what came over me. I had never done something so inappropriate before in my life, and now as I sat silently in my airplane seat I realized why I hadn't done anything like this before. I am Lizzie McGuire, I am shy and I don't kiss my best friend. How am I supposed to face Gordo after what I did? I probably ruined our friendship and I had absolutely no explanation for it.
If I knew anything at that moment in time, I knew that Gordo would want an explanation when things between us had settled down a bit. But what could I tell him? Yah, about that I think it was just the whole roman thing. "I think I had an urgency to be kissed that night, and you happened to be standing beside me." No, that wouldn't do. I couldn't even think of offering that excuse to Gordo, he deserved so much more.
"Lizzie, are you alright?" I snapped out of my daze to find Gordo staring at me and waving his hand in front of my face.
"Yeah, Gordo, I'm alright. Just thinking." He stared at me, making me a little nervous. I didn't like being watched so intently. "So, having fun?" I said to try and break the awkward silence that had snuck up on us.
"No, not really, I was hoping we could talk more." He responded so casually. I panicked; I couldn't talk about last night yet, I hadn't completely figured out how I felt, I didn't want to know how Gordo felt about it. Because I knew that his feelings would change mine, and for once in my life I knew I needed to know how I actually felt and not how someone wanted me to feel.
"Talk? About what?" I choked out
"Nevermind, I'm tired" he said, I didn't read into in, I probably should have. Gordo looked upset about something but the truth is, I was so relieved that he didn't bring up the kiss, I almost started to relax.
"Here, lay your head on my shoulder, get some rest. I'll wake you when were about to land" I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth. I knew what was coming next.
"You sure? I mean. that wouldn't be at all uncomfortable to you?" I knew what he meant by that, he wasn't thinking of my physical comfort. He was referring to how tense things were since I had kissed him. I decided to play dumb and prayed he would play along for once in his life.
"No, I mean besides I owe you, I slept on basically the entire flight to Rome. My shoulder is here for you if you need a pillow" I forced a smile, and Gordo just shrugged it off and snuggled up on my shoulder.
He was out like a light within minutes, and I of course drifted back into my thoughts. Did I like Gordo as more then a friend? Why did I really kiss him? Did I want to pursue things further? I decided I needed to answer these questions and not just think of hundreds of questions without bothering to answer them. I knew I needed to know these things because, eventually, probably sooner then I'd hope, Gordo would want to talk about what has happened between them.
I realized that mulling over these questions in my mind wouldn't help me answer them, I needed to write it all down and answer each query one by one, but before I could do that, I had to get Gordo off of my shoulder, preferably without waking him.
I reached to my side and pulled out one of those mini pillows that the flight attendants hand out at the beginning of a long flight and by some miracle managed to get Gordo rested on his seat with the pillow, leaving me to move around with my full capability.
I pulled out my notebook and a pen, and neatly wrote down my first question.
Why did I really kiss him?
I think I kissed Gordo because of my surroundings, I mean come on I was in Rome one of the most romantic cities in the world and I had no special guy to share these moments with.
I scratched that out, I knew in my heart that wasn't at all the reason I kissed Gordo. I took a deep sigh and finally released the truth from within.
I kissed Gordo, for a very simple reason, which seems to be so complicated. I'm attracted to him. I realized this when I was with Pablo. I was with this amazing Latin singing sensation and all I was thinking about was my best friend.
I stared at what I had just written, how was it so easy for me to admit things when I was writing them down? Why couldn't I just admit these things without this waste of time process of gathering my thoughts on paper?
Question two:
Did I want to pursue things further with Gordo?
Now this one, even on paper I am unsure of. I think I'd like Gordo to be my boyfriend, but would that cause me to lose my best friend? Oh no, more questions. Ok Answers. Yes I would like to pursue things with Gordo, but I know I won't. I already made the first move by kissing him on the balcony.
If Gordo likes me, like everyone says he does. Then he can be the one to pursue me. I let him know that I liked him, so now it's all up to him.
I re-read the page I had just written two or three times to make sure everything I had put down on paper matched how I felt in side, and with a few adjustments I was completely in agreement with what I had written. Gordo would have to be bold, and Gordo would have to bring up the subject of the kiss, he would have to ask me out and he would have to formally let me know how he feels about me.
I looked down at Gordo would had somehow managed to get his head in my lap without me noticing, I couldn't help what I did next. I leaned down and gave him a small peck on the forehead. I absorbed how peaceful he looked while he slept, I don't think I had ever seen him looking as relax as he did at that moment.
With that thought in mind, he stirred in his sleep causing me to jump a little I hadn't meant to wake him, but there he was. His eyes fluttering open, how strange it must have been for him to awake to me staring at him.
"Hey Lizzie" he said in a tone I hadn't heard him use before, this tone was so sleepy but at the same time he sounded elated to wake up looking at me. I almost slapped myself at thought. I was turning into Kate, what with these self-centered thoughts going through my mind like this.
"Hey Gordo"
"How'd I wind up on your lap swe. Lizzie?" I smiled at his silly facial expression, he had always been good with those quizztive looks, wait did he almost say sweetie? My mind was racing when I realize what he almost called me, my heart was pounding. I was so happy; he almost said sweetie. I can't believe it.
"Huh? Oh you just shifted in your sleep, and you looked so peaceful I didn't want to disturb you." I explain, ok so I didn't know for sure if that's how he ended up on my lap but I couldn't think of a better explanation.
The rest of the flight was truly quite boring, but arriving at the airport was a completely different story. My parents were no where to be found, they had taken a flight the day before ours so they should have been at the airport to pick me up. Gordo found his parents who had some unsettling news.
"Lizzie, you're parents had to go visit your Grandma. Apparently she broke her hip water skiing or something like that, so you'll be staying at our house for the next week or so" Mrs. Gordon explained, then added "Oh and Jo, I mean your mother wanted me to let you know you're grounding will begin promptly when they return, until then you are free to have fun." I rolled my eyes, of course my parents wouldn't forget they had grounded me, even if I had forgotten they had.
"Mom, Dad, aren't you guys going out of town tomorrow night thou?"
"Well yes, we are. I explained all this to Jo.Lizzie's mom, and after I had explained that you had been left to care for yourself and the house many times before she agreed that it would be ok if you and Lizzie stayed alone at the house."
I couldn't believe what they had just said, if I found a thirteen- hour flight with Gordo to be uncomfortable, imagine a week alone with him. I looked over at Gordo, who offered me a smile.
I smiled back, and decided it would be the perfect time for us to decide where we stood. I, Lizzie McGuire, would make the best of this one- week of freedom.
"How long will you guys be gone?" I absent mindedly asked Mr. and Mrs. Gordon
"For two weeks. I believe, we were planning on leaving tonight, but since the two of you just arrived we will leave early tomorrow morning."
I didn't respond, I had nothing to say to her answer, I honestly had no idea why I even asked, but now that I had. I kind of wished they would just drop us off and go.
"Mom, Dad, you guys can go today if that's better for you. I don't want you guys driving early in the morning when you're both still half asleep." Gordo said as if he was reading my thoughts.
"Are you sure you'd be ok with that David?" Mr. Gordo asked,
"If it means you'll be safer, of course I am."
"Alright, we'll drop you off and get on our way.
When we got to the car, and opened the trunk, I realized something. Mr. and Mrs. Gordon were probably planning to leave that evening before Gordo had even suggested it, they had their luggage in the trunk already. I think Gordo was thinking the same thing, because suddenly a wave of sadness crossed over his face.
I wanted to reach out and hold him, he looked so down on the ride to house. I knew Gordo felt neglected by his parents on a regular basis, I had, up until now, only thought he was over-reacting. But now, after seeing this neglect up close and person I finally understood how Gordo must have felt so deep inside.
When we arrived at the Gordon's home, Gordo's parents didn't even get out of the car. It was left up to Gordo and me to bring all our stuff inside the house, and in the process of doing all this, it dawned on me.
Gordo and I were alone.