***Again, thanks for the reviews! I am glad you are still reading the story! School started for us today. Arg! Yeah, I'm a pirate, and piacere is a lumberjack (hey, she does let me write the author notes, right? Grazie, Piacere!) Yeah, I am in a strange mood. Arg! So, anyway, I figure I will celebrate my mood with an update for Love Letters. –Pirate Otter, the Elephante***
***This chapter title was named after the song "Simply Because" by Rooney. Rooney has been stuck in my head all day, and I don't think "I'm a Terrible Person" really fits this chapter. This song title could, however, be more fitting. Although, the other lyrics of the song don't really fit. I found a way to make it fit. Yay! Now on with the story. Arg!***
***Don't own Lizzie McGuire.***
Chapter Seven
Simply Because
Lizzie went to sleep that night with a little difficulty. Something was said earlier that disturbed her. Disturbed. . . maybe that is a wrong word. A better word would be, well, keeping her up that night.
She was thinking about what Matt said earlier about her and Gordo. They weren't acting any differently now Miranda was gone. . .were they? Well, she couldn't deny the obvious things, like the kiss in Rome or the class picture, but those didn't really mean anything, right. Kisses were a sign of maturity. It's the alternate for the handshake. Besides, a kiss has been the total ongoing fad for centuries in Europe, with no commitment at all. Why did America have to be so different? If she were to walk up to Gordo and give him a kiss on the cheek, he wouldn't think much of it. Right?
Well, Gordo had been acting strangely lately, too. Ever since the Murder Mystery party. Maybe some even before. Lizzie just shook it off as the weirdness of not having Miranda around. A girl and a boy make a couple. Two people of the opposite sex can't just go out and have no awkwardness between them. Especially with two best friends. There was bound to be some flirtation between them.
If Gordo was the last male on Earth and she was the last female and it was up to them to procreate, Lizzie could handle Gordo. In fact, Gordo was about the only male she was willing to spend with the rest of her life.
Okay, the flirting thing was also new, but Lizzie was working on it. Gordo seemed to be enjoying it, even if it was subtle. So, all this flirtation and new feelings lingering were totally expected simply because . . .Lizzie was in love with her best friend.
Yep, Lizzie came to that conclusion at around two in the morning. Initially, she freaked out because the thought of kissing Gordo was like kissing family.
Then, at around 2:11, Lizzie decided maybe this wasn't such a bad thing because Gordo was nice, cute in a weird off-landish sort of way, and on top of that, they were best friends. Besides, it's just a simple crush. In the past, she had also had crushes on Aaron Carter and Brad Pitt. She knew those romances would end before they begun, so what was so different about this one? Oh, yeah. Gordo was her best friend. Her best friend of whom she saw everyday of her life and had shared a lot of secrets with him. Aaron couldn't do that. Brad wouldn't even come close. In fact, the only person who she felt the most comfortable with was Gordo.
If this was true, then how come she was beginning to feel so uncomfortable around Gordo lately? Was it simply because they were without Miranda, or was it simply because she was in love with her best friend, who happened to be Gordo.
If only Miranda was here, Lizzie thought. She would help some way. But that wasn't the case. Lizzie had no one to turn to. Her parents were just too naïve and weird about everything. Matt would never be able to help her in a million years. Ethan was hopeless, and she could scratch out Kate and Claire. Larry---actually, come to think of it, Larry didn't seem like a bad person to talk about this. He was trustworthy, and she knew he wouldn't tell anyone about it. Yeah, Larry. She would call him. She made a mental note to call Larry when she got up.
She knew the mental note wouldn't help, so she got up and wrote it near her phone. She went back under her covers and sighed. This was useless. She was never going to get any sleep. She was tired, but couldn't get to sleep. She had too much on her mind.
~~~
Gordo went to sleep with little difficulty, but he had the opposite problem of Lizzie. He had difficulty getting up. He woke up at around five in the morning, and couldn't get back to sleep. He was thinking too hard, and therefore too distracted to get back to sleep, but too deep-in-thought to get up.
Part of him was excited about the day to come. Spending more time with Lizzie always cheered him up. Another part of him was kind of disappointed because he was so afraid to tell Lizzie anything about how he felt. This should be the simplest thing in the world because you are supposed to be able to tell your best friend everything, but for Gordo, this was particularly hard. He was working on it, and had tried to tell her before, but every single time, he chickened out. Maybe it wasn't meant to be, he thought. Lizzie was the one who initiated any contact they had in the past, and she didn't even like him.
He wished things were as simple as they were with Rob and Addy. They were best friends, and planned on getting married. That was the type of thing he wanted with Lizzie. He only wished he had a love letter romance with the diary and everything. He wanted people to be reading letters from him to Lizzie fifty years from now and have them think they were so sweet and in love with each other.
He almost wished he had read Lizzie's diary. He might have gone through with it if his sub conscience hadn't appeared. He knew he did the right thing, though, and would just have to live with it, even if the evil Gordo did call him "Gordo" as opposed to David. He hated that.
The clock was ticking slower than ever. No one else was up, and he couldn't bring himself to get up. He tried to go back to sleep, but miserably failed. He got up and got a piece of paper from his desk. He decided to write a letter to Lizzie. He knew he would never send it, but he also knew it would be harmless.
Dear Lizzie,
Where should I start? I mean, how did Rob start these things to Addy? I don't know. Anyway, it is about 5:30 in the morning right now and today I get to see you. You have no idea how happy seeing you makes me feel. You are the reason I wake up every morning this summer and actually do something with my life instead of laying around and watching TV. Okay, yeah, that sounded lame, but it is the truth.
I have never lied to you Lizzie. Wait, I lie to you everyday. Everyday I see you and I don't tell you I want to be more than friends, I lie. It's a lie directed toward you and me. It's not direct, but it isn't telling the complete truth. I am sick of lying, Lizzie. I love you. There I said it, and I really mean it. It's the most truthful thing I will ever say, but somehow it's the most difficult thing I can bring myself to say. I know it shouldn't be hard, but it is and I would give up anything if I could make you feel the same way.
I know I can't. I mean, there is a reason Aladdin's Jeannie couldn't do it, so what makes me any different? Actually, truthfully, I want you to feel whatever you feel, and if you don't feel the same way back, I could learn to live with it. You don't have to be afraid to turn me down. I would understand completely.
I know I have a lot to gamble by writing you this, but I am taking that chance. I guess I have small hope that you feel a little bit of what I feel in your heart. I know, its stupid, right? I guess I was hoping I could be your Rob to my Addy. Yeah, that totally sounded lame, but you get the gist. I love you more than you can ever possibly imagine.
Love always,
Gordo
P.S. By the way, did I mention I have loved you practically since I have known you. I just figured I would add that, seeing that I am not sending this out to you or anything. Oh, and also, I want to marry you and be with you the rest of my life.
~Gordo sighed as he folded the letter and put it in his new journal. He realized it was six by now, so he turned on the TV. Nothing of much interest was on, except on the Spanish Channel. Gordo was very familiar with the soap opera it was showing because one of the guy's name was Gordo. He was dating Juana, his brother's ex-wife's daughter. He didn't like this Gordo, though. This Gordo was strange and got drunk way too much. He actually preferred Andres, who reminded Gordo of his situation. He may not have been about to comprehend what was going on with the dialect, but he could tell by the emotion. He also used English subtitles. Andres liked his friend, Maria, but Maria didn't seem to like him back.
He watched as Andres struggled with Maria. Andres was like his hero. He read the subtitles.
Andres: Maria! Wait!
Maria: What is it?
Andres: Is it true that you love Antonio?
Maria: Where did you hear such a thing?
Andres: From Juana.
Maria: My sister knows nothing about me.
Andres: So it is false?
Maria: Yes. I could never love Antonio, simply because . . .
Andres: Why?
Maria: Simply because I am in love with someone else, that is why.
Andres: Who?
Maria: I-I can't say.
Andres: Maria, I have a confession. I love you.
Maria: Don't say such nonsense!
Andres: But its true!
Maria: Are you sure?
Andres: I love you! Do you not love me?
~~~Role ending credits~~~
Okay, Andres was no longer his hero. What was Andres trying to do?? Make Gordo look bad or something? He wasn't supposed to tell her he loved her! The friendship meant tot much to him. If Andres did it, that meant Gordo would have to do it.
It was a good thing Lizzie didn't watch this soap opera, or knew he had seen it a few times. That would just be awkward.
Gordo lay back down for a few minutes, collecting his thoughts. Suddenly, Evil Gordo and Angelic Gordo reappeared. "Oh, great," Gordo thought, "my sub conscience is taking over me again."
"What do you want?" Gordo asked.
*Angelic Gordo: And good morning to you too, Gordo.
"What am I debating over this time?" Gordo asked.
*Evil Gordo: Nothing. We just came to tell you to stop watching this EL CRAPPO on the TV. This kind of stuff will kill you. I know, its been proven by scientists.
*Angelic Gordo: Oh, hush up, will you? That's not why we came here. Actually, we came here to help you.
"Help me? How?"
*Evil Gordo: By turning OFF this TV.
*Angelic Gordo: Sometimes I wonder why I let you come with me.
*Evil Gordo: Do you actually have a choice?
Angel Gordo stuck out his tongue to Evil Gordo.
*Angel Gordo: Now, David, we must focus on helping you.
"How?"
*Angelic Gordo: Simple. Just give her the note you just wrote her.
Gordo looked at the evil Gordo, who for once, had no come back.
*Evil Gordo: For once, I have to agree with him. Give Lizzie the letter.
"No way!" Gordo said.
*Angelic Gordo: Why not? It's the truth. She might just feel the same way.
*Evil Gordo: Yeah, and she is kind of hot.
Angel Gordo glared at Evil Gordo.
*Angelic Gordo: What he means to say is that the letter is very romantic.
*Evil Gordo: Yeah, and how can Lizzie resist sappy romance?
*Angelic Gordo: You might be surprised by your results.
"I still say you are crazy," Gordo said.
*Evil Gordo: Well, what you say is what you are!
Evil Gordo and Angelic Gordo left.
The next thing Gordo knew, he was waking up to sounds downstairs. He looked at his clock that read 8:45. He overslept! He had to meet Lizzie in less than fifteen minutes. He practically bolted out the door after getting dressed to meet Lizzie for their big day.
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***Arg! Okay, well, I hope you enjoyed it! No idea when it will be updated next. Also, Evil/Angelic Gordo will appear from time to time to help Gordo. I realize this chapter was a little slow, but it will pick up the next chapter. Please review! If you want to know when this is updated, you can e-mail me or just say so in a review, and I will e-mail you when this story is updated. Thanks! Arg!
So, yeah, this would have been posted last night, except my computer was being disfunctional, and I didn't have time before school this morning.
~Pirate Otter, the Elephante***
Now just don't sit there! Review!
***This chapter title was named after the song "Simply Because" by Rooney. Rooney has been stuck in my head all day, and I don't think "I'm a Terrible Person" really fits this chapter. This song title could, however, be more fitting. Although, the other lyrics of the song don't really fit. I found a way to make it fit. Yay! Now on with the story. Arg!***
***Don't own Lizzie McGuire.***
Chapter Seven
Simply Because
Lizzie went to sleep that night with a little difficulty. Something was said earlier that disturbed her. Disturbed. . . maybe that is a wrong word. A better word would be, well, keeping her up that night.
She was thinking about what Matt said earlier about her and Gordo. They weren't acting any differently now Miranda was gone. . .were they? Well, she couldn't deny the obvious things, like the kiss in Rome or the class picture, but those didn't really mean anything, right. Kisses were a sign of maturity. It's the alternate for the handshake. Besides, a kiss has been the total ongoing fad for centuries in Europe, with no commitment at all. Why did America have to be so different? If she were to walk up to Gordo and give him a kiss on the cheek, he wouldn't think much of it. Right?
Well, Gordo had been acting strangely lately, too. Ever since the Murder Mystery party. Maybe some even before. Lizzie just shook it off as the weirdness of not having Miranda around. A girl and a boy make a couple. Two people of the opposite sex can't just go out and have no awkwardness between them. Especially with two best friends. There was bound to be some flirtation between them.
If Gordo was the last male on Earth and she was the last female and it was up to them to procreate, Lizzie could handle Gordo. In fact, Gordo was about the only male she was willing to spend with the rest of her life.
Okay, the flirting thing was also new, but Lizzie was working on it. Gordo seemed to be enjoying it, even if it was subtle. So, all this flirtation and new feelings lingering were totally expected simply because . . .Lizzie was in love with her best friend.
Yep, Lizzie came to that conclusion at around two in the morning. Initially, she freaked out because the thought of kissing Gordo was like kissing family.
Then, at around 2:11, Lizzie decided maybe this wasn't such a bad thing because Gordo was nice, cute in a weird off-landish sort of way, and on top of that, they were best friends. Besides, it's just a simple crush. In the past, she had also had crushes on Aaron Carter and Brad Pitt. She knew those romances would end before they begun, so what was so different about this one? Oh, yeah. Gordo was her best friend. Her best friend of whom she saw everyday of her life and had shared a lot of secrets with him. Aaron couldn't do that. Brad wouldn't even come close. In fact, the only person who she felt the most comfortable with was Gordo.
If this was true, then how come she was beginning to feel so uncomfortable around Gordo lately? Was it simply because they were without Miranda, or was it simply because she was in love with her best friend, who happened to be Gordo.
If only Miranda was here, Lizzie thought. She would help some way. But that wasn't the case. Lizzie had no one to turn to. Her parents were just too naïve and weird about everything. Matt would never be able to help her in a million years. Ethan was hopeless, and she could scratch out Kate and Claire. Larry---actually, come to think of it, Larry didn't seem like a bad person to talk about this. He was trustworthy, and she knew he wouldn't tell anyone about it. Yeah, Larry. She would call him. She made a mental note to call Larry when she got up.
She knew the mental note wouldn't help, so she got up and wrote it near her phone. She went back under her covers and sighed. This was useless. She was never going to get any sleep. She was tired, but couldn't get to sleep. She had too much on her mind.
~~~
Gordo went to sleep with little difficulty, but he had the opposite problem of Lizzie. He had difficulty getting up. He woke up at around five in the morning, and couldn't get back to sleep. He was thinking too hard, and therefore too distracted to get back to sleep, but too deep-in-thought to get up.
Part of him was excited about the day to come. Spending more time with Lizzie always cheered him up. Another part of him was kind of disappointed because he was so afraid to tell Lizzie anything about how he felt. This should be the simplest thing in the world because you are supposed to be able to tell your best friend everything, but for Gordo, this was particularly hard. He was working on it, and had tried to tell her before, but every single time, he chickened out. Maybe it wasn't meant to be, he thought. Lizzie was the one who initiated any contact they had in the past, and she didn't even like him.
He wished things were as simple as they were with Rob and Addy. They were best friends, and planned on getting married. That was the type of thing he wanted with Lizzie. He only wished he had a love letter romance with the diary and everything. He wanted people to be reading letters from him to Lizzie fifty years from now and have them think they were so sweet and in love with each other.
He almost wished he had read Lizzie's diary. He might have gone through with it if his sub conscience hadn't appeared. He knew he did the right thing, though, and would just have to live with it, even if the evil Gordo did call him "Gordo" as opposed to David. He hated that.
The clock was ticking slower than ever. No one else was up, and he couldn't bring himself to get up. He tried to go back to sleep, but miserably failed. He got up and got a piece of paper from his desk. He decided to write a letter to Lizzie. He knew he would never send it, but he also knew it would be harmless.
Dear Lizzie,
Where should I start? I mean, how did Rob start these things to Addy? I don't know. Anyway, it is about 5:30 in the morning right now and today I get to see you. You have no idea how happy seeing you makes me feel. You are the reason I wake up every morning this summer and actually do something with my life instead of laying around and watching TV. Okay, yeah, that sounded lame, but it is the truth.
I have never lied to you Lizzie. Wait, I lie to you everyday. Everyday I see you and I don't tell you I want to be more than friends, I lie. It's a lie directed toward you and me. It's not direct, but it isn't telling the complete truth. I am sick of lying, Lizzie. I love you. There I said it, and I really mean it. It's the most truthful thing I will ever say, but somehow it's the most difficult thing I can bring myself to say. I know it shouldn't be hard, but it is and I would give up anything if I could make you feel the same way.
I know I can't. I mean, there is a reason Aladdin's Jeannie couldn't do it, so what makes me any different? Actually, truthfully, I want you to feel whatever you feel, and if you don't feel the same way back, I could learn to live with it. You don't have to be afraid to turn me down. I would understand completely.
I know I have a lot to gamble by writing you this, but I am taking that chance. I guess I have small hope that you feel a little bit of what I feel in your heart. I know, its stupid, right? I guess I was hoping I could be your Rob to my Addy. Yeah, that totally sounded lame, but you get the gist. I love you more than you can ever possibly imagine.
Love always,
Gordo
P.S. By the way, did I mention I have loved you practically since I have known you. I just figured I would add that, seeing that I am not sending this out to you or anything. Oh, and also, I want to marry you and be with you the rest of my life.
~Gordo sighed as he folded the letter and put it in his new journal. He realized it was six by now, so he turned on the TV. Nothing of much interest was on, except on the Spanish Channel. Gordo was very familiar with the soap opera it was showing because one of the guy's name was Gordo. He was dating Juana, his brother's ex-wife's daughter. He didn't like this Gordo, though. This Gordo was strange and got drunk way too much. He actually preferred Andres, who reminded Gordo of his situation. He may not have been about to comprehend what was going on with the dialect, but he could tell by the emotion. He also used English subtitles. Andres liked his friend, Maria, but Maria didn't seem to like him back.
He watched as Andres struggled with Maria. Andres was like his hero. He read the subtitles.
Andres: Maria! Wait!
Maria: What is it?
Andres: Is it true that you love Antonio?
Maria: Where did you hear such a thing?
Andres: From Juana.
Maria: My sister knows nothing about me.
Andres: So it is false?
Maria: Yes. I could never love Antonio, simply because . . .
Andres: Why?
Maria: Simply because I am in love with someone else, that is why.
Andres: Who?
Maria: I-I can't say.
Andres: Maria, I have a confession. I love you.
Maria: Don't say such nonsense!
Andres: But its true!
Maria: Are you sure?
Andres: I love you! Do you not love me?
~~~Role ending credits~~~
Okay, Andres was no longer his hero. What was Andres trying to do?? Make Gordo look bad or something? He wasn't supposed to tell her he loved her! The friendship meant tot much to him. If Andres did it, that meant Gordo would have to do it.
It was a good thing Lizzie didn't watch this soap opera, or knew he had seen it a few times. That would just be awkward.
Gordo lay back down for a few minutes, collecting his thoughts. Suddenly, Evil Gordo and Angelic Gordo reappeared. "Oh, great," Gordo thought, "my sub conscience is taking over me again."
"What do you want?" Gordo asked.
*Angelic Gordo: And good morning to you too, Gordo.
"What am I debating over this time?" Gordo asked.
*Evil Gordo: Nothing. We just came to tell you to stop watching this EL CRAPPO on the TV. This kind of stuff will kill you. I know, its been proven by scientists.
*Angelic Gordo: Oh, hush up, will you? That's not why we came here. Actually, we came here to help you.
"Help me? How?"
*Evil Gordo: By turning OFF this TV.
*Angelic Gordo: Sometimes I wonder why I let you come with me.
*Evil Gordo: Do you actually have a choice?
Angel Gordo stuck out his tongue to Evil Gordo.
*Angel Gordo: Now, David, we must focus on helping you.
"How?"
*Angelic Gordo: Simple. Just give her the note you just wrote her.
Gordo looked at the evil Gordo, who for once, had no come back.
*Evil Gordo: For once, I have to agree with him. Give Lizzie the letter.
"No way!" Gordo said.
*Angelic Gordo: Why not? It's the truth. She might just feel the same way.
*Evil Gordo: Yeah, and she is kind of hot.
Angel Gordo glared at Evil Gordo.
*Angelic Gordo: What he means to say is that the letter is very romantic.
*Evil Gordo: Yeah, and how can Lizzie resist sappy romance?
*Angelic Gordo: You might be surprised by your results.
"I still say you are crazy," Gordo said.
*Evil Gordo: Well, what you say is what you are!
Evil Gordo and Angelic Gordo left.
The next thing Gordo knew, he was waking up to sounds downstairs. He looked at his clock that read 8:45. He overslept! He had to meet Lizzie in less than fifteen minutes. He practically bolted out the door after getting dressed to meet Lizzie for their big day.
***
***Arg! Okay, well, I hope you enjoyed it! No idea when it will be updated next. Also, Evil/Angelic Gordo will appear from time to time to help Gordo. I realize this chapter was a little slow, but it will pick up the next chapter. Please review! If you want to know when this is updated, you can e-mail me or just say so in a review, and I will e-mail you when this story is updated. Thanks! Arg!
So, yeah, this would have been posted last night, except my computer was being disfunctional, and I didn't have time before school this morning.
~Pirate Otter, the Elephante***
Now just don't sit there! Review!