AN- Me+updates=slow. Thank you for your patience. I think I will continue this story.
Disclaimer-I do not own Lizzie McGuire
Rooftop Discussions
After Lizzie realized there was no hope of catching Gordo, she coldly walked back to a confused Louis. "Lizzie," he said, placing his arm on her shoulder, but she shoved it away.
"Don't even talk to me," she said, walking ahead of him, "You lied to me, and right now, I don't think I can trust you."
Lizzie took a taxi back to the house and stormed into her room. There, she grabbed a blanket and went up to the roof. The room was hardly ever visited, and Lizzie sometimes liked to go up there for some privacy. She sat on the platform of the roof and sighed heavily as she wrapped the blanket around her. There, she silently started crying. This isn't worth the pain, she thought, and its not worth loosing a friend. She heard the door open, but she didn't turn to see who it was.
"I never meant to hurt you," the voice said. It belonged to Louis.
"Yeah, well too late," she responded, "Go away."
Louis didn't go away, though. Instead, he sat down next to her, "Lizzie, sometimes you can be really confusing."
Lizzie ignored her roommate. She wished she never met him or became his friend, "Go to Hell," she said.
"Can we at least talk about this?"
"There's nothing to talk about," she said, turning away, "I lost more than you'll ever imagine today."
"Would it make you feel better if I called him and told him it was my fault? Would it make you feel better if I told him I was a bastard? What the hell do you want from me?" he said, developing a flare, "Because you certainly aren't spelling it out for me."
"I want you to get a life," she said, getting up, "and stay out of mine," she said, crying and left the rooftop to go back inside. She went into the phone room and locked the room.
Lizzie needed to talk to someone, but didn't know who to talk to. She knew Gordo would hang up on her and she wasn't sure if her parents or Miranda would understand. After a few minutes, she calmed down and started dialing. After two rings, someone picked up.
"Hello?"
"Matt? It's Lizzie," she said, trying to sound calm, but she sounded shaky.
"Lizzie? What do you want?"
"Can you do me a favor?" Lizzie said, bursting into tears again.
"Sure," he said, "Is everything okay?"
"No," she said, "I think Gordo hates me and my roommate has been lying to me."
"What makes you think Gordo hates you?"
"Matt, it's complicated, but will you just call him and tell him that I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry for never returning his phone calls, I'm sorry about this afternoon, and I'm sorry for all the pain and confusion I caused him."
"What happened?" Matt asked, concerned.
Lizzie reluctantly explained to her brother what happened, and surprisingly to her, she shared a lot more information that she thought she would, and all of it was through her blubbering sobs.
"Wait," Matt interrupted her, "Stop everything. You think you are in love with Gordo?"
"What makes you think that?"
"Lizzie," Matt sighed, "Don't you see it? You and Gordo are like magnets. . .using a wrong force can pull you apart, but most of the time, you two connect."
"Matt," Lizzie sniffed, "That has to be the stupidest analogy I've ever heard."
"But it's true. Listen, I know you did this to find yourself or whatever, but I think you are missing the real picture. I may only be fifteen, but I know that part of the journey of life is figuring out how to make yourself happy."
"What do you mean?"
"Does Gordo make you happy?"
"Of course. We've been though a lot together."
"Well, does Louis make you happy?"
"Not right now."
"Well, maybe I should ask you this: Do you love Gordo? Are you willing to lose the best friend you've had since birth for some guy you've known a month?"
"No," Lizzie said, "I mean, I love Gordo, but I'm not sure I'm in love with him. I want to know for sure that I love him and that he loves me before I take any chances."
"Um, Lizzie," Matt said, "How much more reassurance do you need?"
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Listen, I have to go soon, but talk to Louis and I'll call Gordo. This will all work out if you give it time, and even if it doesn't, it will make great television."
Lizzie rolled her eyes and shortly afterward, hung up. When she signed up for this, she never in her wildest dreams thought that it would be this dramatic and real. Ready of not, though, this was her life and she had to deal with it. It was her chance to become independent and branch off. There was no longer such a thing as taking the easy way out and she had to do this on her own. She was finding herself, even thought she didn't know she was lost.
What it all boiled down to was the future. Twenty years from now, did she want to look back and have Gordo as a memory? Did she want to regret not taking chances or not taking an opportunity to do something? This journey was a lot more than living with six strangers; it was about living with yourself and opening your own eyes.
After pulling herself together, Lizzie went back to her room. Luckily, Louis was nowhere to be seen, however, there was a note on Lizzie's bed.
Lizzie took the note and lay on her bed as she opened it and read it.
"Dear Lizzie,
I feel like an ass for the way I treated you. Truth is, though, I stupidly thought I had a chance with you. I wanted you to like me back and I wanted you to respect me. I was a coward, though, and instead of doing what I should have, I did what I thought was best for me and didn't tell you when your friend called. No matter how much I dislike someone or have jealousy of someone, I should have just told you he called. In a weird way, though, I guess I was jealous. Here, you have a friend who you've known all your life and have a bond I'll probably never understand. I tried to break that bond from my own selfishness. I am crazy about you. If you gave me a chance, I feel like I could prove that I am sorry, and maybe we can try the relationship thing. I will understand if you don't though. I hope that we can at least be friends, though.
Louis"
Lizzie didn't know what to think. What Lizzie really wanted to do, and should have done weeks ago was to move into another room.
Disclaimer-I do not own Lizzie McGuire
Rooftop Discussions
After Lizzie realized there was no hope of catching Gordo, she coldly walked back to a confused Louis. "Lizzie," he said, placing his arm on her shoulder, but she shoved it away.
"Don't even talk to me," she said, walking ahead of him, "You lied to me, and right now, I don't think I can trust you."
Lizzie took a taxi back to the house and stormed into her room. There, she grabbed a blanket and went up to the roof. The room was hardly ever visited, and Lizzie sometimes liked to go up there for some privacy. She sat on the platform of the roof and sighed heavily as she wrapped the blanket around her. There, she silently started crying. This isn't worth the pain, she thought, and its not worth loosing a friend. She heard the door open, but she didn't turn to see who it was.
"I never meant to hurt you," the voice said. It belonged to Louis.
"Yeah, well too late," she responded, "Go away."
Louis didn't go away, though. Instead, he sat down next to her, "Lizzie, sometimes you can be really confusing."
Lizzie ignored her roommate. She wished she never met him or became his friend, "Go to Hell," she said.
"Can we at least talk about this?"
"There's nothing to talk about," she said, turning away, "I lost more than you'll ever imagine today."
"Would it make you feel better if I called him and told him it was my fault? Would it make you feel better if I told him I was a bastard? What the hell do you want from me?" he said, developing a flare, "Because you certainly aren't spelling it out for me."
"I want you to get a life," she said, getting up, "and stay out of mine," she said, crying and left the rooftop to go back inside. She went into the phone room and locked the room.
Lizzie needed to talk to someone, but didn't know who to talk to. She knew Gordo would hang up on her and she wasn't sure if her parents or Miranda would understand. After a few minutes, she calmed down and started dialing. After two rings, someone picked up.
"Hello?"
"Matt? It's Lizzie," she said, trying to sound calm, but she sounded shaky.
"Lizzie? What do you want?"
"Can you do me a favor?" Lizzie said, bursting into tears again.
"Sure," he said, "Is everything okay?"
"No," she said, "I think Gordo hates me and my roommate has been lying to me."
"What makes you think Gordo hates you?"
"Matt, it's complicated, but will you just call him and tell him that I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry for never returning his phone calls, I'm sorry about this afternoon, and I'm sorry for all the pain and confusion I caused him."
"What happened?" Matt asked, concerned.
Lizzie reluctantly explained to her brother what happened, and surprisingly to her, she shared a lot more information that she thought she would, and all of it was through her blubbering sobs.
"Wait," Matt interrupted her, "Stop everything. You think you are in love with Gordo?"
"What makes you think that?"
"Lizzie," Matt sighed, "Don't you see it? You and Gordo are like magnets. . .using a wrong force can pull you apart, but most of the time, you two connect."
"Matt," Lizzie sniffed, "That has to be the stupidest analogy I've ever heard."
"But it's true. Listen, I know you did this to find yourself or whatever, but I think you are missing the real picture. I may only be fifteen, but I know that part of the journey of life is figuring out how to make yourself happy."
"What do you mean?"
"Does Gordo make you happy?"
"Of course. We've been though a lot together."
"Well, does Louis make you happy?"
"Not right now."
"Well, maybe I should ask you this: Do you love Gordo? Are you willing to lose the best friend you've had since birth for some guy you've known a month?"
"No," Lizzie said, "I mean, I love Gordo, but I'm not sure I'm in love with him. I want to know for sure that I love him and that he loves me before I take any chances."
"Um, Lizzie," Matt said, "How much more reassurance do you need?"
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Listen, I have to go soon, but talk to Louis and I'll call Gordo. This will all work out if you give it time, and even if it doesn't, it will make great television."
Lizzie rolled her eyes and shortly afterward, hung up. When she signed up for this, she never in her wildest dreams thought that it would be this dramatic and real. Ready of not, though, this was her life and she had to deal with it. It was her chance to become independent and branch off. There was no longer such a thing as taking the easy way out and she had to do this on her own. She was finding herself, even thought she didn't know she was lost.
What it all boiled down to was the future. Twenty years from now, did she want to look back and have Gordo as a memory? Did she want to regret not taking chances or not taking an opportunity to do something? This journey was a lot more than living with six strangers; it was about living with yourself and opening your own eyes.
After pulling herself together, Lizzie went back to her room. Luckily, Louis was nowhere to be seen, however, there was a note on Lizzie's bed.
Lizzie took the note and lay on her bed as she opened it and read it.
"Dear Lizzie,
I feel like an ass for the way I treated you. Truth is, though, I stupidly thought I had a chance with you. I wanted you to like me back and I wanted you to respect me. I was a coward, though, and instead of doing what I should have, I did what I thought was best for me and didn't tell you when your friend called. No matter how much I dislike someone or have jealousy of someone, I should have just told you he called. In a weird way, though, I guess I was jealous. Here, you have a friend who you've known all your life and have a bond I'll probably never understand. I tried to break that bond from my own selfishness. I am crazy about you. If you gave me a chance, I feel like I could prove that I am sorry, and maybe we can try the relationship thing. I will understand if you don't though. I hope that we can at least be friends, though.
Louis"
Lizzie didn't know what to think. What Lizzie really wanted to do, and should have done weeks ago was to move into another room.