I awoke that Monday morning in a cold sweat, it wasn't the first time
this had happened to me, but recently this had become a common occurrence.
Lizzie had been on my mind ever since that night two months ago, I was
doing so well when it came to suppressing my pent up feelings for her, but
that night changed everything.
I sighed as I rested my head on my pillow remembering what had happened. I was lying on my bed listening to the radio, the zephyr song by the red hot chilli peppers; I recalled when I heard a knock. I went to my bedroom door thinking it would be my mother telling me to go to sleep since it was approaching three in the morning, just before I opened my bedroom door I heard the knock again and realized that the sound was not coming from the other side of the wooden panel. I turned my head to my window and saw a flash of blonde hair.
I opened my window and there she was, like I had always dreamt of, three o clock in the morning, with tousled hair and in a nightgown, there she was, sitting at my window sill.
"Gordo." she looked up so her eyes met mine, I was in shock, I was unsure of what I should do so I just softly said her name back to her. "Gordo," she said again, "I was at home, sleeping peacefully in my nice soft, warm, safe bed when this dream snuck up on me. I couldn't believe how realistic it was," I sighed and motioned for her to come join me in my room, we made ourselves comfortable on opposite ends of my bed, "the dream," she continued, "frightened me.Gordo?" she said my name as more of a question then anything else.
"Yah Lizzie?"
"Have I lost you?" tears rimmed her eyes. I felt myself echoing that feeling.
"Of course not, Lizzie come here" I held out my arms awaiting her to embrace me, she cuddled up in my arms, "Lizzie no matter what we end up as, I'll always be yours. Elizabeth McGuire you will never lose me." She tipped her head up to once again catch my eye. I dipped my in and did what felt right, I kissed her. I had only intended for it to be a soft kiss but when my lips met hers I couldn't control the passion behind my gentle kiss. Eventually she broke away, I half expected to be yelled at, but instead Lizzie said,
"Lock your door Gordo" I did as I was commanded to and as I returned to the bed she grabbed my shirt and pulled me into another passionate kiss, as she pulled me on top of her.
As we kissed I felt her hand sneak its way up my shirt. I stroked her curves as she as she rubbed my stomach. Abruptly Lizzie pulled away again, and without saying a thing she reached down and pulled her nighty over her head and threw it to the floor, leaving her in just her panties. Her hands moved to my shirt and as quickly as it was there it joined her nightgown on the floor, my pants quickly followed behind. Leaving me in just my boxers.
"Lizzie I." she put her fingers to my lips as a cue for me to be quiet.
"Gordo, do you want to stop?" she asked in all seriousness. I shook my head no, "then kiss me" once again I did as I was told, I found my kisses moving down her body until I reached the only piece of fabric that covered her body and brought my lips back up to hers.
She pushed me back and crawled on top of me, letting her lips venture down my body until she reached my boxers, she didn't hesitate, she grabbed the elastic with her teeth and pulled them down revealing all I had to give. I let out a soft moan, and finally realized what we were doing, and let myself lose control, obviously Lizzie had, because this was not the sweet innocent girl people knew by day.
I shook my head, as I snapped back into the present. I had to stop thinking of that night, it changed nothing. Lizzie and I remained friends. We chatted aimlessly at school and continued with our lives. That night made no dent in what we were.
She never brought the night up, and I knew better then to mention it, if she hadn't of come up to me the next day at school and said "last night was fun, I hope we can do it again soon" I would have been able to convince myself it was a dream.
"Gordo?" Mom called from downstairs,
"I'm up mom!"
"Come down here your father and I have to discuss something with you"
I sighed with annoyance in my tone; I had left the house that morning after talking to my parents in a foul mood. They weren't going to be coming to graduation. They had to go out of town for a conference. I almost didn't see her walking up to my car as I got in. She softly knocked at the window, and I immediately rolled it down,
"Hey" she spoke softly
"Need a ride?" I offered, she nodded and got in the passengers side. "How are you?" I asked, finding it odd that she was sitting beside me, in the entire time I've had this car, and she was the one person who never got a ride off me.
"I wanted to ask you something" she said, not answering my question but I let it go.
"What was that?" I cocked my eyebrow up as I put the car in reverse and drove out of my driveway.
"Do you have a date for prom?" I sighed, I had a couple girls who had asked me, and I turned them down of course. I doubted I'd even attend the prom, and if I had a date I would be obligated to go. None of the stuff seniors are supposed to enjoy mattered without her as my date to them.
"No, I don't think I'm going." I trailed off, when she looked up with a mix of happiness and sadness.
"Do you want to take off after homeroom, and spend the day with me?" I gulped how I wanted to do just that. I had always hoped she would come to me. I nodded softly, not understanding why I would give up so much to be with her. I had practically given up my high school career so that I could wait for her. She smiled, and we drove in silence.
The twenty minutes it took for homeroom had never passed as slowly as did today. I watched as the second hand on the clock seemed to move backwards. My teacher was rambling on about how although high school was over we need not forget the many things we've learnt here.
Finally the bell rang, and for the first time I was the first to leave the classroom. I needed to see her; something about spending the day had me anxious.
The truth was in the last few years, Lizzie and I had barely spoken. We did the sure were still friends and nothing has changed thing but in all honesty, everything had changed and we could barely look each other in the eye when we were around people.
It was like we had stumbled upon something forbidden, a sacred secret that could not yet be shared with those we love, and knowing we held that secret between us had made things uneasy.
For the second time that day, she approached my car without me noticing. "Hey Gordo, you ready?" she said quietly, in a tone that frightened me more then comforted me. It was as if she had some bad news to send my way, and was trying to comfort me before the world crashed down before me.
"I hope so" I whispered, as we got into the car. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my cigarettes without thinking, lit one up. Lizzie looked up at me and said not a thing. I had expected her to bitch me out, she wasn't aware, I had taken up the disgusting habit. There was a lot she wasn't aware of.
I took a long drag off my smoke, as I turned out of the school parking lot, not knowing where I was headed, but feeling like I knew where I was going.
I sighed as Lizzie reached up and pulled the cigarette away from my lips, I figured she would do something of the sort, try to make me see the errors in my ways. but once again she shocked me as she brought the smoke to her lips and deeply inhaled.
"Why aren't you going to the prom?"
"Doesn't feel right" I answered casually.
"You should go"
"Why?"
"I was hoping you'd save me the last dance"
I choked back the lump in my throat, I hadn't seen that coming. A part of me thought that Lizzie and I had missed our chance at love a long time ago, but here she was being completely honest with me. I felt like a coward. I hadn't been so vulnerable in a long time.
"If you'd like, I'll go" she nodded, not saying anything. Just nodding.
We drove around aimlessly that day; I spent most of my time, drifting in and out of thoughts about her. When I finally dropped her off at home that night, she had taken over my mind completely.
We sat in her driveway for about an hour, saying nothing to each but stealing glances once in a while. I needed to say something, something amazing to her, but I lacked the words.
"So I think I'm going to head inside."
"I guess that's a good idea."
"Gordo?"
"Yah Lizzie?"
"I was wondering. where are we going to live after high school?"
"I'm not sure." she smiled softly as she exited the car, and as she made her way up to her door and inside the house, it dawned on me. she said we. Where are we going to live after high school.
She did want us to be together. She really did care about me, she was just scared all those years ago, and I lit another cigarette as I drove home. I was on cloud nine, and was determined that by the end of tomorrow, I would have a date for the senior prom. Lizzie McGuire would be mine to dance with all night.
A/N: I know this chapter took me forever, almost a month, and I apologize. I hope to write the next chapter with a little more ease. I had a hard time making this flow, and I really think that shows through with the forced writing, anyway I hope you all hadn't forgotten my story here. So let me know if you hate this chapter, feedback is good. It helps me develop a more interesting plot.
I sighed as I rested my head on my pillow remembering what had happened. I was lying on my bed listening to the radio, the zephyr song by the red hot chilli peppers; I recalled when I heard a knock. I went to my bedroom door thinking it would be my mother telling me to go to sleep since it was approaching three in the morning, just before I opened my bedroom door I heard the knock again and realized that the sound was not coming from the other side of the wooden panel. I turned my head to my window and saw a flash of blonde hair.
I opened my window and there she was, like I had always dreamt of, three o clock in the morning, with tousled hair and in a nightgown, there she was, sitting at my window sill.
"Gordo." she looked up so her eyes met mine, I was in shock, I was unsure of what I should do so I just softly said her name back to her. "Gordo," she said again, "I was at home, sleeping peacefully in my nice soft, warm, safe bed when this dream snuck up on me. I couldn't believe how realistic it was," I sighed and motioned for her to come join me in my room, we made ourselves comfortable on opposite ends of my bed, "the dream," she continued, "frightened me.Gordo?" she said my name as more of a question then anything else.
"Yah Lizzie?"
"Have I lost you?" tears rimmed her eyes. I felt myself echoing that feeling.
"Of course not, Lizzie come here" I held out my arms awaiting her to embrace me, she cuddled up in my arms, "Lizzie no matter what we end up as, I'll always be yours. Elizabeth McGuire you will never lose me." She tipped her head up to once again catch my eye. I dipped my in and did what felt right, I kissed her. I had only intended for it to be a soft kiss but when my lips met hers I couldn't control the passion behind my gentle kiss. Eventually she broke away, I half expected to be yelled at, but instead Lizzie said,
"Lock your door Gordo" I did as I was commanded to and as I returned to the bed she grabbed my shirt and pulled me into another passionate kiss, as she pulled me on top of her.
As we kissed I felt her hand sneak its way up my shirt. I stroked her curves as she as she rubbed my stomach. Abruptly Lizzie pulled away again, and without saying a thing she reached down and pulled her nighty over her head and threw it to the floor, leaving her in just her panties. Her hands moved to my shirt and as quickly as it was there it joined her nightgown on the floor, my pants quickly followed behind. Leaving me in just my boxers.
"Lizzie I." she put her fingers to my lips as a cue for me to be quiet.
"Gordo, do you want to stop?" she asked in all seriousness. I shook my head no, "then kiss me" once again I did as I was told, I found my kisses moving down her body until I reached the only piece of fabric that covered her body and brought my lips back up to hers.
She pushed me back and crawled on top of me, letting her lips venture down my body until she reached my boxers, she didn't hesitate, she grabbed the elastic with her teeth and pulled them down revealing all I had to give. I let out a soft moan, and finally realized what we were doing, and let myself lose control, obviously Lizzie had, because this was not the sweet innocent girl people knew by day.
I shook my head, as I snapped back into the present. I had to stop thinking of that night, it changed nothing. Lizzie and I remained friends. We chatted aimlessly at school and continued with our lives. That night made no dent in what we were.
She never brought the night up, and I knew better then to mention it, if she hadn't of come up to me the next day at school and said "last night was fun, I hope we can do it again soon" I would have been able to convince myself it was a dream.
"Gordo?" Mom called from downstairs,
"I'm up mom!"
"Come down here your father and I have to discuss something with you"
I sighed with annoyance in my tone; I had left the house that morning after talking to my parents in a foul mood. They weren't going to be coming to graduation. They had to go out of town for a conference. I almost didn't see her walking up to my car as I got in. She softly knocked at the window, and I immediately rolled it down,
"Hey" she spoke softly
"Need a ride?" I offered, she nodded and got in the passengers side. "How are you?" I asked, finding it odd that she was sitting beside me, in the entire time I've had this car, and she was the one person who never got a ride off me.
"I wanted to ask you something" she said, not answering my question but I let it go.
"What was that?" I cocked my eyebrow up as I put the car in reverse and drove out of my driveway.
"Do you have a date for prom?" I sighed, I had a couple girls who had asked me, and I turned them down of course. I doubted I'd even attend the prom, and if I had a date I would be obligated to go. None of the stuff seniors are supposed to enjoy mattered without her as my date to them.
"No, I don't think I'm going." I trailed off, when she looked up with a mix of happiness and sadness.
"Do you want to take off after homeroom, and spend the day with me?" I gulped how I wanted to do just that. I had always hoped she would come to me. I nodded softly, not understanding why I would give up so much to be with her. I had practically given up my high school career so that I could wait for her. She smiled, and we drove in silence.
The twenty minutes it took for homeroom had never passed as slowly as did today. I watched as the second hand on the clock seemed to move backwards. My teacher was rambling on about how although high school was over we need not forget the many things we've learnt here.
Finally the bell rang, and for the first time I was the first to leave the classroom. I needed to see her; something about spending the day had me anxious.
The truth was in the last few years, Lizzie and I had barely spoken. We did the sure were still friends and nothing has changed thing but in all honesty, everything had changed and we could barely look each other in the eye when we were around people.
It was like we had stumbled upon something forbidden, a sacred secret that could not yet be shared with those we love, and knowing we held that secret between us had made things uneasy.
For the second time that day, she approached my car without me noticing. "Hey Gordo, you ready?" she said quietly, in a tone that frightened me more then comforted me. It was as if she had some bad news to send my way, and was trying to comfort me before the world crashed down before me.
"I hope so" I whispered, as we got into the car. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my cigarettes without thinking, lit one up. Lizzie looked up at me and said not a thing. I had expected her to bitch me out, she wasn't aware, I had taken up the disgusting habit. There was a lot she wasn't aware of.
I took a long drag off my smoke, as I turned out of the school parking lot, not knowing where I was headed, but feeling like I knew where I was going.
I sighed as Lizzie reached up and pulled the cigarette away from my lips, I figured she would do something of the sort, try to make me see the errors in my ways. but once again she shocked me as she brought the smoke to her lips and deeply inhaled.
"Why aren't you going to the prom?"
"Doesn't feel right" I answered casually.
"You should go"
"Why?"
"I was hoping you'd save me the last dance"
I choked back the lump in my throat, I hadn't seen that coming. A part of me thought that Lizzie and I had missed our chance at love a long time ago, but here she was being completely honest with me. I felt like a coward. I hadn't been so vulnerable in a long time.
"If you'd like, I'll go" she nodded, not saying anything. Just nodding.
We drove around aimlessly that day; I spent most of my time, drifting in and out of thoughts about her. When I finally dropped her off at home that night, she had taken over my mind completely.
We sat in her driveway for about an hour, saying nothing to each but stealing glances once in a while. I needed to say something, something amazing to her, but I lacked the words.
"So I think I'm going to head inside."
"I guess that's a good idea."
"Gordo?"
"Yah Lizzie?"
"I was wondering. where are we going to live after high school?"
"I'm not sure." she smiled softly as she exited the car, and as she made her way up to her door and inside the house, it dawned on me. she said we. Where are we going to live after high school.
She did want us to be together. She really did care about me, she was just scared all those years ago, and I lit another cigarette as I drove home. I was on cloud nine, and was determined that by the end of tomorrow, I would have a date for the senior prom. Lizzie McGuire would be mine to dance with all night.
A/N: I know this chapter took me forever, almost a month, and I apologize. I hope to write the next chapter with a little more ease. I had a hard time making this flow, and I really think that shows through with the forced writing, anyway I hope you all hadn't forgotten my story here. So let me know if you hate this chapter, feedback is good. It helps me develop a more interesting plot.