Chapter 2
Gordo's POV
Lizzie's acting pretty strange today. I keep asking her if she's sick, she replies the same thing each time, I'm fine, really, I am."
But she keeps on staring at me.
Maybe she likes me...?
Yeah, RIGHT.
Like Lizzie McGuire would like me, David Gordon.
We walked up to her front porch and just stood there, waiting for her to open the door.
"So, um, do you want to come in?" Lizzie asked.
"Of course," I replied, "That's what I'm doing here."
Lizzie tried to open the door, but it was locked.
"I guess no one's home," I pointed out.
"Yeah, my parents probably went to the store or something," she said. She pulled out her key and unlocked the door. We stepped inside.
"So, um, do you want to watch TV or something?" Lizzie asked.
"Nah, I don't really feel like watching TV," I said. I shook my head as I said that and my curls bounced.
Lizzie started giggling.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"H-hold on!!" she was gasping for air, she was laughing so hard. "I-I need a glass of w-water!! Ha ha ha ha!"
She ran into the kitchen, grabbed a glass, and filled it up with water from the tap. She chugged it down and in a second it was gone.
"Lizzie! Calm DOWN!" I shouted over her laughter.
Suddenly, her laughter died down to a slight giggle, then all at once it stopped.
"S-sorry," she mumbled, "I-I kind of got out of control."
"It's okay," I assured her. I still didn't know why she was apoligizing for.
"O-okay, Gordo, sorry," Lizzie said, "So, um, do you want to go upstairs?"
"Sure," I replied.
The walk upstairs and down the hall to her room took forever. When we finally got to her room, she sat down on her bed and I sat down beside her.
"Maybe we could look through your yearbook," I suggested, picking it up from it's spot on the bed. I noticed she had it left open to the G section.
"NO!" Lizzie shrieked, grabbing the book out of my hands.
"Why not?" I asked.
"I mean, you can't look at that," Lizzie blushed.
"I just wanted to see whether I look good or not," I said, "I can't remember what my picture looked like."
"You look fine," she assured me.
"Well, where am I? I can't see my picture," I said, trying to sneak a peek over her shoulder. She snapped the book shut.
"You're in the third row, fourth in from the left!" she said quickly.
"You memorized where my picture is?" I asked.
"M-maybe....it, it just happened, I didn't mean to," Lizzie blushed ten more shades or red.
Yeah, right.
She looks so pretty today, I thought, and she smells nice, too. Like flowers or something...
"Sorry."
"About what?"
"I don't know," Lizzie tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Then she brought her hand to her mouth. It looked as if she was biting her nails. She did that right after she kissed me, when we were in Rome. That was two weeks ago. She's changed completely. I mean, look at the way she's acting! All nervous and insecure! She looked like she did after she kissed me.
~*~FLASHBACK~*~
"So, do you think we better get back down to that party so we don't get into anymore trouble?" I asked.
"Yeah, I don't think I can afford to get into anymore trouble," Lizzie said.
We ran back downstairs, and once we got into the elevator things got awkward. Lizzie stared at the floor, as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.
Our head were only an inch apart.
"Lizzie," I whispered.
She threw her head up and hit me in the forehead.
"Ow!" I practically yelled.
"Omigosh, Gordo, I'm SO sorry!" she gasped.
"It's okay, Lizzie," I moaned in pain.
"No! It's not okay! Gordo, I'm REALLY sorry," she grabbed me and hugged me.
"Lizzie, it was an accident. It's okay, I don't hate you."
Just then the elevator stopped and we broke apart. We stepped out into the party and pretended as if nothing had happened for the rest of the trip after that.....
And now nothing's changed since then.
~*~END FLASHBACK~*~
"Truth or Dare?" Lizzie asked me.
"You know I hate this game," I protested.
"Come on, Gordo," she begged.
"Fine. Truth."
"Um.....if you had to choose any girl, any girl at all to French, who would it be?"
"What kind of a question is that?" I asked.
"I don't know."
Lizzie giggled.
I already know the answer to that.
*I'd pick YOU!! Lizzie McGuire! YOU! You!* was what I wanted to shout out.
"Do I have to tell the real truth? The whole truth? And nothing but the truth?" I asked.
"Duh," Lizzie said, "That's why it's called TRUTH or Dare."
*What if I DID tell her? Would she feel the same way? Fat chance of that.*
"You," I said under my breath.
"Pardon, Gordo? What did you say?"
"Uhh...I don't want French any girl. I want to skip my turn." I lied, so what? She would just laugh at me if I had told her the truth.
Lizzie rolled her eyes at me.
"So," I said, "Truth or Dare?"
"Truth."
"Uh...." I said, thinking of something that didn't sound too babyish, "If your house was burning to the ground and you were trapped in your room, what one guy would you want to save you?"
Okay, it sounded better in my head.
Gordo's POV
Lizzie's acting pretty strange today. I keep asking her if she's sick, she replies the same thing each time, I'm fine, really, I am."
But she keeps on staring at me.
Maybe she likes me...?
Yeah, RIGHT.
Like Lizzie McGuire would like me, David Gordon.
We walked up to her front porch and just stood there, waiting for her to open the door.
"So, um, do you want to come in?" Lizzie asked.
"Of course," I replied, "That's what I'm doing here."
Lizzie tried to open the door, but it was locked.
"I guess no one's home," I pointed out.
"Yeah, my parents probably went to the store or something," she said. She pulled out her key and unlocked the door. We stepped inside.
"So, um, do you want to watch TV or something?" Lizzie asked.
"Nah, I don't really feel like watching TV," I said. I shook my head as I said that and my curls bounced.
Lizzie started giggling.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"H-hold on!!" she was gasping for air, she was laughing so hard. "I-I need a glass of w-water!! Ha ha ha ha!"
She ran into the kitchen, grabbed a glass, and filled it up with water from the tap. She chugged it down and in a second it was gone.
"Lizzie! Calm DOWN!" I shouted over her laughter.
Suddenly, her laughter died down to a slight giggle, then all at once it stopped.
"S-sorry," she mumbled, "I-I kind of got out of control."
"It's okay," I assured her. I still didn't know why she was apoligizing for.
"O-okay, Gordo, sorry," Lizzie said, "So, um, do you want to go upstairs?"
"Sure," I replied.
The walk upstairs and down the hall to her room took forever. When we finally got to her room, she sat down on her bed and I sat down beside her.
"Maybe we could look through your yearbook," I suggested, picking it up from it's spot on the bed. I noticed she had it left open to the G section.
"NO!" Lizzie shrieked, grabbing the book out of my hands.
"Why not?" I asked.
"I mean, you can't look at that," Lizzie blushed.
"I just wanted to see whether I look good or not," I said, "I can't remember what my picture looked like."
"You look fine," she assured me.
"Well, where am I? I can't see my picture," I said, trying to sneak a peek over her shoulder. She snapped the book shut.
"You're in the third row, fourth in from the left!" she said quickly.
"You memorized where my picture is?" I asked.
"M-maybe....it, it just happened, I didn't mean to," Lizzie blushed ten more shades or red.
Yeah, right.
She looks so pretty today, I thought, and she smells nice, too. Like flowers or something...
"Sorry."
"About what?"
"I don't know," Lizzie tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Then she brought her hand to her mouth. It looked as if she was biting her nails. She did that right after she kissed me, when we were in Rome. That was two weeks ago. She's changed completely. I mean, look at the way she's acting! All nervous and insecure! She looked like she did after she kissed me.
~*~FLASHBACK~*~
"So, do you think we better get back down to that party so we don't get into anymore trouble?" I asked.
"Yeah, I don't think I can afford to get into anymore trouble," Lizzie said.
We ran back downstairs, and once we got into the elevator things got awkward. Lizzie stared at the floor, as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.
Our head were only an inch apart.
"Lizzie," I whispered.
She threw her head up and hit me in the forehead.
"Ow!" I practically yelled.
"Omigosh, Gordo, I'm SO sorry!" she gasped.
"It's okay, Lizzie," I moaned in pain.
"No! It's not okay! Gordo, I'm REALLY sorry," she grabbed me and hugged me.
"Lizzie, it was an accident. It's okay, I don't hate you."
Just then the elevator stopped and we broke apart. We stepped out into the party and pretended as if nothing had happened for the rest of the trip after that.....
And now nothing's changed since then.
~*~END FLASHBACK~*~
"Truth or Dare?" Lizzie asked me.
"You know I hate this game," I protested.
"Come on, Gordo," she begged.
"Fine. Truth."
"Um.....if you had to choose any girl, any girl at all to French, who would it be?"
"What kind of a question is that?" I asked.
"I don't know."
Lizzie giggled.
I already know the answer to that.
*I'd pick YOU!! Lizzie McGuire! YOU! You!* was what I wanted to shout out.
"Do I have to tell the real truth? The whole truth? And nothing but the truth?" I asked.
"Duh," Lizzie said, "That's why it's called TRUTH or Dare."
*What if I DID tell her? Would she feel the same way? Fat chance of that.*
"You," I said under my breath.
"Pardon, Gordo? What did you say?"
"Uhh...I don't want French any girl. I want to skip my turn." I lied, so what? She would just laugh at me if I had told her the truth.
Lizzie rolled her eyes at me.
"So," I said, "Truth or Dare?"
"Truth."
"Uh...." I said, thinking of something that didn't sound too babyish, "If your house was burning to the ground and you were trapped in your room, what one guy would you want to save you?"
Okay, it sounded better in my head.