Behind Blue Eyes By TheWerret

Hello Everybody, I just want to say that this is my first fanfic and I hope you all like it lotz!

I may change the rating later on, I'm still unsure.

Disclaimer: Do any of you really believe that I own L McGuire? I sure hope not!

May ur days b fabity fab fab!

~werret

Prologue~

Light poured in through the second floor window of the Gordon's house. David "Gordo" Gordon shifted slightly in his sleep. Pulling the covers tighter around his lean form he awoke to voices. Although slightly muffled through the walls, Gordo could hear anger pulse with every word. His parents were fighting again.

Sighing, he stretched his legs over the side of the bed and rocked forward into a teenage slouch. Gordo stood and hastily pulled the blankets around the mattress to make it look as though he "made the bed". Stretching his arms into the air, Gordo checked his Peanuts calendar. The Month of June was adorned with Snoopy and Woodstock lounging on the top of the doghouse. Today was the first day back from Rome. The calendar week began on Monday and as Gordo looked he noticed that the day neared the end of the line. It was Saturday; the first day of summer vacation in the US and the 92-degree weather couldn't have been nicer. California wasn't very humid and a cool breeze gave the day a 2-degree wind chill.

Gordo pulled a t-shirt on over his chest, the red fabric making his dark, curly mop of hair stand out. Lizzie had given it to him after her concert and, Gordo was happy to report that she was off house arrest by her parents. He slumped down the stairs to the kitchen, where the battle raged on. His mom stood holding a burnt piece of toast in one hand and the fire extinguisher in another.

"Don't you ever tell me off about my cooking again Mr. Man-of-the-house!" Gordo's mother fumed. Her hair was falling out of a disheveled knot and dark bags were prominent under her brown eyes.

"Hey," Mr. Man-of-the-house cut in, "I shouldn't have to do the cooking anyways Ms. I-need-everything-perfect!" He was slumped in a large wooden chair at the head of the table, and was shrugging off Gordo's mother's words as though they meant nothing.

"Why do I always have to do everything around here?" Gordo's mother asked and her husband shot her a look, "You know what? Don't answer that! I don't need your smart-ass back talk this morning! In fact, I don't thing I need it ever again!" Gordo looked up from the floor, which he had been observing closely.

Mr. Gordon opened his mouth again. "What do you mean not ever again?" he asked suspiciously, his eyes narrowing to small slits.

"Exactly what I said! I want a divorce!" Gordo's mother burst out, chucking the toast across the room, narrowly missing Mr. Gordon in the process.

Gordo stepped in quickly. "Mom," he reasoned, "This is the first time you two have ever fought, you don't really need a divorce! Please Mom, Dad, this is completely unnecessary!" His voice faded and his parents ignored him.

"If that's what you want, Fine. Go ahead, file for divorce, but I guarantee that you'll come running back begging for forgiveness." Gordo's mother snorted and dropped the fire extinguisher. She walked to the front door and yanked it open letting it slam shut behind her. Gordo's father winced and smiled at his son.

"Come on Gordo. Sit down eat something!" his father coaxed looking perfectly calm.

Gordo slowly backed towards the door to the kitchen grabbing his still unpacked suitcase from Rome in the hall he yanked open the door too and ran down the street after his mother's car.

She seemed to notice him in her rear-view mirror and she pulled over to the side of the road. Opening her door, she leapt out of the car and ran the few feet to her son's side.

"Honey," she gasped, drawing a breath into her lungs, "What are you doing?"

Gordo stared at her for a moment the spoke, "I'm coming with you!"

"Gordo, baby, I don't think-" she was interrupted

"And from now on my name is Dave Gordon, not Gordo!" with that, he walked the 10 feet to the car, pulled open the passenger door and shoved himself and his suitcase inside.

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"Oh Lizzie dear, I'm sorry to hear about that!" Jo McGuire hugged her daughter tight.

"I mean I just talked to his dad, he left with his mom and they're never coming back." Elizabeth Brooke McGuire sat in her pink, flowery room with her mother. She let another fat tear drip splash down her cheek and scowled. Gordo had left with his mother after his parents had a big fight and was on his way to the east coast.

"Lizzie, hun, listen to me," her mother whispered, wiping the tear off her cheek and giving her a sad smile,

"Don't call me that!" the girl screamed. "Gordo started that nickname, from now on I'll go as Beth! Beth Brooke McGuire!" two more tears escaped her guard and she held in a heart-wrenching sob. Her mother nodded.

"Okay Lizz- I mean Beth! You can leave the old nickname behind! Miranda will be home in a month and you'll survive!" She hugged her daughter one more time before getting to her feet, "I'll bring you some cocoa! It makes you feel better!" She walked from the room carefully closing the door behind her and sighed. Her daughter might not have realized it but she had. Gordo and Lizzie were meant for each other. This split would hurt their relationship if not kill it completely. She shook her head and picked up the phone, dialing Miranda's number.

Lizzie lay on her bed and took a deep breath. She had kissed him just two days ago and it seemed that he hadn't cared at all. For all she knew, Kate Saunders might have told her that Gordo liked her as a joke. She took another deep breath. Beth, huh? It didn't really suit her. The girl grimaced. She liked Liz better. Liz Brooke McGuire.

"Mom," she called through her pillow, sounding more like a –mmnph- than a –mom-

Jo McGuire grunted in acknowledgement and Liz yelled back.

"I like Liz better!"

Liz looked out the window behind her bed. The pink, lace, curtains were pulled back and the glass was up. A cool breeze swept onto the bed causing Liz to shiver in the 92-degree weather. Gordo had lived two houses down the street from her. The grass in the backyard was a deep green, and more than anything Liz wanted to lie down in the plush foliage and sleep. Maybe she would wake up and this would all be a bad dream.

She squeezed her eyes shut and saw his face. David Gordon was standing on a balcony overlooking a small section of Rome. She stood next to him and they were looking at the small rows of houses that dotted the streets in row after perfect row. The small, boxish, cottages contained happy families, bustling with love and life.

Liz wrenched her eyes open unable to stand it anymore, that had been the night she had kissed him. The night everything she had every felt poured out. A night that would never happen again, she sighed.

"Liz Brooke McGuire. If anyone every calls me Lizzie again I will scream!" she told herself as she settled back into an uneasy sleep.

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A/N: that was the prologue. The rest of the story takes place when Lizzie and Gordo are seniors. 4 years later.

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