Behind Blue Eyes
A/N: just so yall know, I changed the title so it's more fitting! It may not have come up yet! Also I wasn't too sure of Roberta Gordon's maiden name. I'm just using Campbell. If you know it please tell me! Ciao for now!
~Werret
Chapter 1~ Underlying Connections
"I can't believe that your parents are sending you to New Jersey! Ewwwwwwwwww!"
Liz sat on her bed with her best friend Miranda Sanchez painting her toenails. The bright red polish was occupying the girls' full attention as they giggled and jabbed the small polish covered brushes at each other. Liz's parents had to be away most of the summer and they had come up with a "brilliant" idea that their daughter could stay with her aunt for two months. Aunt Lindsay wasn't completely awful it was just New Jersey wasn't exactly her dream state. Liz sighed and placed the cap on the nail polish, looking down at her toes.
"Liz?" Miranda's voice broke through her thoughts.
"Mmmm?" Liz grunted, shooting a glance at her Mexican friend. Miranda flipped her hair over her shoulder before asking her question.
"Have you heard from Gordo since he left?" Liz felt as though she had been stabbed in the chest with a large steak knife.
Standing quickly, she overturned the nail paint and was thankful that she had screwed the cap on tight. Liz walked a short distance and fiddled with her radio for a while, trying to avoid giving her friend an answer. Miranda just asked again and Liz settled for a station. She opened her underwear drawer and pulled out a small box. She and Gordo had decorated it together at a birthday party in the second grade. Small fabric roses surrounded a picture of the two of them sharing their first kiss on the beach.
It was one of those pictures that were found in calendars. The small girl had bright blond pigtails each tied in a red bow. Sunlight glinted off of her hair and the red, skirted, bikini she was wearing seemed to shine with water. The little boy had dark, curls that framed his angelic face perfectly, his eyes were closed and he was leaning in towards the small girl. Lizzie and Gordo had had a history since that very moment.
She handed the box to Miranda, earning herself a questioning look from her best friend. Liz shut her drawer and took a deep breath. Sitting back down on the bed she took the box from Miranda and opened it. Inside were 12 folded letters. Miranda glanced at Liz and removed the papers from the box.
"These are-" she trailed off waiting for the blond to supply the end.
"From-from Gordo" she bit back a sob while Miranda's eyes widened.
"C-can I read them?"
Lizzie nodded and carefully extracted two letters and handed them to her friend. "He sends them on Christmas, My Birthday, and Valentines Day. These are the only to worth reading." Miranda took the letters from Lizzie's shaking hand and unfolded the first one as Dido came over the radio.
Without glancing at the writing, Miranda started to sing along with the radio.
"I know you think that I shouldn't still love you,
I'll tell you that.
But if I didn't say it, well I'd still have felt it
where's the sense in that?
I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were
Well I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
I know I left too much mess and
destruction to-"
Miranda's eyes were closed and her head was bopping to the beat, when Liz turned it off. She didn't really like having her thought broadcast over the radio thank you very much and the fact that Miranda was singing them too, she liked even less. The Latino girl's eyes snapped open and she stared at her blond friend. Liz blushed and looked down at the letters.
"Sorry," she mumbled, "Are you going to read those?" Miranda bit her lip, nodded, and looked back at the sheets of paper.
"Dear Lizzie," She read,
"I know that I hurt you moving away and that you may never want to speak to me again. There is something really important that I need to tell you but I can't write it down. Just I want you to know that it involves a beautiful girl whom I've loved for years. I also want you to know that I will keep writing to you whether you respond or not. Oh yeah, Happy Birthday Lizzie!
Love: Gordo Gordon." Miranda's breath hitched and a smile creased her face.
*He still loves her all right* she thought and almost laughed until she noticed Liz's tears.
She was trying to hide them, but Miranda could tell that the waterworks had started.
"I-I-I'm fine!" she told a worried Miranda, "I just miss him!"
"You not only miss him!" Miranda teased, "You LOVE him!" she had meant it as a joke but as soon as the words were out Liz blushed.
"H-how d-d-did you kn-know?" she sobbed and Miranda was taken aback.
"You really do love him?" Miranda reached out a comforting hand and the letter dropped back into the box.
"C-can we change the s-subject?" Liz asked, her tears wiped away by her right fist. Miranda nodded and thought fast.
"So have you finished packing yet?" she inquired, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. Liz shook her head. "Do you want some help?" her friend pressed.
The two girls hugged and commenced to throw clothes all over the room.
Half an hour later Miranda was situated on top of a bulging suitcase while Liz tried with all her might to close it.
"Maybe I don't need those three pairs of shoes you packed Miranda!" Liz laughed, and with a heave the latches clicked.
"What time does your plane leave?" Miranda asked, standing up and helping her friend heave the suitcase onto her bed. "
"About two hours!" Liz replied checking her watch, "I better get going soon!"
"Do you think Matt needs help packing also?" Miranda asked, earning herself a horrified look from her best friend. "Just kidding!" she quickly added making her friend nod her head and give her a look that said 'yeah right'.
"No, he's flying out in a week!" the blond said and wrapped Miranda into a hug. "I'm so going to miss you!" she said and the tears started up again.
"Me too!" Miranda wailed and they sat in a crying heap.
"Look at us! It's not like I'm moving for good! I'll be back before you know it!" Liz said drying her eyes and handing Miranda a tissue form the box on her nightstand.
"You do know that normally that psychology crap doesn't work on me but this time your right!" Miranda said standing and hoisting Liz up also. "Come on! I'll drive you to the airport!"
Liz nodded and pulled a small, denim backpack on. She had slipped the bow of letter inside and Miranda hadn't noticed. The two friends, made their way down the stairs and towards the front door when they were accosted by the McGuire family. Jo McGuire pulled Liz into a hug and pulled her close.
"Mom," Liz gasped ten minutes later, "Mom, I got to go, and I can't breath!" Jo released her daughter and kissed her cheek.
"I know, have a good time! Oh and don't have any parties that I wouldn't approve of! No boys, No bikinis, No- " Liz rolled her eyes as her brother cut in.
"Mom, she'll die of boredom before I even get on the plane! Forget what she said big sis! I'll liven things up for you!" Matt gave Liz a hug then Sam did to before Miranda made a move.
"Mr. and Mrs. McG, I'm afraid that we really have to go now! You'll see Liz in two months!" she rambled before pulling Liz out the door. Liz pushed her suitcase into the backseat and called "shotgun!" just as Matt came outside.
"I'm on patrol duty! I have to go to the airport with Lizard!" Matt winked at Miranda, who sighed.
"Ok monster! Hop in!" Matt opened the door and Miranda backed down the driveway.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Please fasten your seatbelts and put your trays in the upright and locked position." A flight attendant said, "We will be landing in Newark International Airport in a few minutes."
Liz stretched and yawned, waking up from a long nap. She was sitting in the window seat on a 747 plane and another teenage girl occupied the seat next to her. She had obviously just woken up too.
"Hi!" she said, "I'm Courtney, what's your name?" her smile was bright and her long black hair fell down to her waist and her green eyes flashed.
"Hi Courtney," Liz smiled, "I'm Liz! Liz McGuire!" The blond smiled and the two girls shook hands.
"Your Lizzie McGuire?" Courtney asked, her voice suddenly high pitched and squeaky.
Liz nodded thinking that Courtney must have recognized her from the Music Awards with Paolo Valisari and Isabella.
"Oh my God, so this is what you look like! He's told us so much about you!" she squealed again. Liz raised an eyebrow.
"Who talks about me?" she wondered,
"Oh what did he say you called him?" she asked herself then suddenly smiled, "Oh yeah! Gordo?" Courtney smiled again.
"Gordo talks about me?" Liz asked, hardly keeping the amazement out of her voice. "But he said he was in love with another girl!" Courtney giggled.
"You have no idea what you're talking about! But I'll have to let him tell you what I mean!" She giggled again and the subject changed. However, Liz couldn't get Gordo out of her mind, until the plane landed.
Courtney offered to walk to the baggage claim with her and Liz agreed, grateful that she had found at least one friend in the vast east coast.
"Let's see what else did he say?" Courtney mumbled, "You know he didn't lie when he said that you were gorgeous!" she smiled again.
"He said I was gorgeous?" Liz questioned as they boarded the small monorail to take them to the claim. Courtney nodded and they burst into hysterical giggles.
"Is your hair really like silk?" Courtney asked and reached out a tentative hand.
"I don't know, why do you ask?" Liz wondered. Courtney bit her lip as the doors opened and she yanked Liz out of the car.
"Because that's what he always said! You had hair like fine silk!" Liz blushed a deep red and Courtney laughed. "I take it I'm embarrassing you huh? Oh well this is NJ you got to get used to embarrassment California girl!" Liz laughed and followed Courtney to wear the baggage was emerging. Courtney quickly found her bag and said her goodbyes. She ran to her father and the two waved at Liz and she waved back. They walked out the sliding door together talking.
"Do you need help with that?" a voice broke her thoughts.
She realized that she had pulled her bag off the claim and was standing a little ways outside the crowd. Liz turned to see a tall, hot, muscular and hot boy standing behind her.
"You are Liz McGuire. Right?" she nodded and tilted her head to one side.
"Why do you know my name?" she asked and thought she recognized something about the guy.
"Well I live next door to Lindsay McGuire, and she asked me to pick you up for her. Is that okay?" His blue eyes twinkled and she nodded.
"Thanks!" she said as he lifted her suitcase and led her to a car.
"No problem!" he smiled, "I have a friend who talks about you 24/7! You're the love of his life!" he chuckled and again Liz felt she knew this 17 year old guy.
"I highly doubt that. I only know two people out here! One is my aunt and the other is a guy named David. He left with his mom when his parents divorced and broke my and my friend Miranda's hearts."
The boy looked uncomfortable. He fumbled with his keys and unlocked a bright red Hummer. He carefully put her suitcase in the back seat and closed the door. He opened the passenger side and Liz hopped in as he shut the door behind her. She smiled he was sweet. A lot like Gordo in fact, and she was starting to hope that he didn't have a girlfriend or anything.
He opened the other door and fastened his seatbelt. Liz turned slightly and took him in. He had curly hair that had obviously been dark at one time, but sun had lightened it to a fair copper. His blue eyes seemed to mirror the Pacific Ocean and had a lively sparkle in them. He was tall and muscular. His muscles were well defined even through his dark blue t-shirt. He was wearing red swim trunks with Hawaiian flowers on them and he wore a pair of sneakers without socks.
Liz looked at herself. Her red board shorts had been a present from her mom before she left and she was wearing a white shirt with the words
"California Baby" on the front in red. Her flip flops were also red and her denim backpack rested by her feet. She noticed her hair in the window and pulled it back into a loosed ponytail. That's was when she noticed something. He was staring right at her.
"Ok," she said to break the awkward silence, "you know my name, but I don't know yours!" He pulled the car into the driveway of a house that rested on the beach. He got out her suitcase and helped her down from the car.
"It's Dave," he said looking straight into her eyes, "David Campbell."
A/N: just so yall know, I changed the title so it's more fitting! It may not have come up yet! Also I wasn't too sure of Roberta Gordon's maiden name. I'm just using Campbell. If you know it please tell me! Ciao for now!
~Werret
Chapter 1~ Underlying Connections
"I can't believe that your parents are sending you to New Jersey! Ewwwwwwwwww!"
Liz sat on her bed with her best friend Miranda Sanchez painting her toenails. The bright red polish was occupying the girls' full attention as they giggled and jabbed the small polish covered brushes at each other. Liz's parents had to be away most of the summer and they had come up with a "brilliant" idea that their daughter could stay with her aunt for two months. Aunt Lindsay wasn't completely awful it was just New Jersey wasn't exactly her dream state. Liz sighed and placed the cap on the nail polish, looking down at her toes.
"Liz?" Miranda's voice broke through her thoughts.
"Mmmm?" Liz grunted, shooting a glance at her Mexican friend. Miranda flipped her hair over her shoulder before asking her question.
"Have you heard from Gordo since he left?" Liz felt as though she had been stabbed in the chest with a large steak knife.
Standing quickly, she overturned the nail paint and was thankful that she had screwed the cap on tight. Liz walked a short distance and fiddled with her radio for a while, trying to avoid giving her friend an answer. Miranda just asked again and Liz settled for a station. She opened her underwear drawer and pulled out a small box. She and Gordo had decorated it together at a birthday party in the second grade. Small fabric roses surrounded a picture of the two of them sharing their first kiss on the beach.
It was one of those pictures that were found in calendars. The small girl had bright blond pigtails each tied in a red bow. Sunlight glinted off of her hair and the red, skirted, bikini she was wearing seemed to shine with water. The little boy had dark, curls that framed his angelic face perfectly, his eyes were closed and he was leaning in towards the small girl. Lizzie and Gordo had had a history since that very moment.
She handed the box to Miranda, earning herself a questioning look from her best friend. Liz shut her drawer and took a deep breath. Sitting back down on the bed she took the box from Miranda and opened it. Inside were 12 folded letters. Miranda glanced at Liz and removed the papers from the box.
"These are-" she trailed off waiting for the blond to supply the end.
"From-from Gordo" she bit back a sob while Miranda's eyes widened.
"C-can I read them?"
Lizzie nodded and carefully extracted two letters and handed them to her friend. "He sends them on Christmas, My Birthday, and Valentines Day. These are the only to worth reading." Miranda took the letters from Lizzie's shaking hand and unfolded the first one as Dido came over the radio.
Without glancing at the writing, Miranda started to sing along with the radio.
"I know you think that I shouldn't still love you,
I'll tell you that.
But if I didn't say it, well I'd still have felt it
where's the sense in that?
I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder
Or return to where we were
Well I will go down with this ship
And I won't put my hands up and surrender
There will be no white flag above my door
I'm in love and always will be
I know I left too much mess and
destruction to-"
Miranda's eyes were closed and her head was bopping to the beat, when Liz turned it off. She didn't really like having her thought broadcast over the radio thank you very much and the fact that Miranda was singing them too, she liked even less. The Latino girl's eyes snapped open and she stared at her blond friend. Liz blushed and looked down at the letters.
"Sorry," she mumbled, "Are you going to read those?" Miranda bit her lip, nodded, and looked back at the sheets of paper.
"Dear Lizzie," She read,
"I know that I hurt you moving away and that you may never want to speak to me again. There is something really important that I need to tell you but I can't write it down. Just I want you to know that it involves a beautiful girl whom I've loved for years. I also want you to know that I will keep writing to you whether you respond or not. Oh yeah, Happy Birthday Lizzie!
Love: Gordo Gordon." Miranda's breath hitched and a smile creased her face.
*He still loves her all right* she thought and almost laughed until she noticed Liz's tears.
She was trying to hide them, but Miranda could tell that the waterworks had started.
"I-I-I'm fine!" she told a worried Miranda, "I just miss him!"
"You not only miss him!" Miranda teased, "You LOVE him!" she had meant it as a joke but as soon as the words were out Liz blushed.
"H-how d-d-did you kn-know?" she sobbed and Miranda was taken aback.
"You really do love him?" Miranda reached out a comforting hand and the letter dropped back into the box.
"C-can we change the s-subject?" Liz asked, her tears wiped away by her right fist. Miranda nodded and thought fast.
"So have you finished packing yet?" she inquired, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. Liz shook her head. "Do you want some help?" her friend pressed.
The two girls hugged and commenced to throw clothes all over the room.
Half an hour later Miranda was situated on top of a bulging suitcase while Liz tried with all her might to close it.
"Maybe I don't need those three pairs of shoes you packed Miranda!" Liz laughed, and with a heave the latches clicked.
"What time does your plane leave?" Miranda asked, standing up and helping her friend heave the suitcase onto her bed. "
"About two hours!" Liz replied checking her watch, "I better get going soon!"
"Do you think Matt needs help packing also?" Miranda asked, earning herself a horrified look from her best friend. "Just kidding!" she quickly added making her friend nod her head and give her a look that said 'yeah right'.
"No, he's flying out in a week!" the blond said and wrapped Miranda into a hug. "I'm so going to miss you!" she said and the tears started up again.
"Me too!" Miranda wailed and they sat in a crying heap.
"Look at us! It's not like I'm moving for good! I'll be back before you know it!" Liz said drying her eyes and handing Miranda a tissue form the box on her nightstand.
"You do know that normally that psychology crap doesn't work on me but this time your right!" Miranda said standing and hoisting Liz up also. "Come on! I'll drive you to the airport!"
Liz nodded and pulled a small, denim backpack on. She had slipped the bow of letter inside and Miranda hadn't noticed. The two friends, made their way down the stairs and towards the front door when they were accosted by the McGuire family. Jo McGuire pulled Liz into a hug and pulled her close.
"Mom," Liz gasped ten minutes later, "Mom, I got to go, and I can't breath!" Jo released her daughter and kissed her cheek.
"I know, have a good time! Oh and don't have any parties that I wouldn't approve of! No boys, No bikinis, No- " Liz rolled her eyes as her brother cut in.
"Mom, she'll die of boredom before I even get on the plane! Forget what she said big sis! I'll liven things up for you!" Matt gave Liz a hug then Sam did to before Miranda made a move.
"Mr. and Mrs. McG, I'm afraid that we really have to go now! You'll see Liz in two months!" she rambled before pulling Liz out the door. Liz pushed her suitcase into the backseat and called "shotgun!" just as Matt came outside.
"I'm on patrol duty! I have to go to the airport with Lizard!" Matt winked at Miranda, who sighed.
"Ok monster! Hop in!" Matt opened the door and Miranda backed down the driveway.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Please fasten your seatbelts and put your trays in the upright and locked position." A flight attendant said, "We will be landing in Newark International Airport in a few minutes."
Liz stretched and yawned, waking up from a long nap. She was sitting in the window seat on a 747 plane and another teenage girl occupied the seat next to her. She had obviously just woken up too.
"Hi!" she said, "I'm Courtney, what's your name?" her smile was bright and her long black hair fell down to her waist and her green eyes flashed.
"Hi Courtney," Liz smiled, "I'm Liz! Liz McGuire!" The blond smiled and the two girls shook hands.
"Your Lizzie McGuire?" Courtney asked, her voice suddenly high pitched and squeaky.
Liz nodded thinking that Courtney must have recognized her from the Music Awards with Paolo Valisari and Isabella.
"Oh my God, so this is what you look like! He's told us so much about you!" she squealed again. Liz raised an eyebrow.
"Who talks about me?" she wondered,
"Oh what did he say you called him?" she asked herself then suddenly smiled, "Oh yeah! Gordo?" Courtney smiled again.
"Gordo talks about me?" Liz asked, hardly keeping the amazement out of her voice. "But he said he was in love with another girl!" Courtney giggled.
"You have no idea what you're talking about! But I'll have to let him tell you what I mean!" She giggled again and the subject changed. However, Liz couldn't get Gordo out of her mind, until the plane landed.
Courtney offered to walk to the baggage claim with her and Liz agreed, grateful that she had found at least one friend in the vast east coast.
"Let's see what else did he say?" Courtney mumbled, "You know he didn't lie when he said that you were gorgeous!" she smiled again.
"He said I was gorgeous?" Liz questioned as they boarded the small monorail to take them to the claim. Courtney nodded and they burst into hysterical giggles.
"Is your hair really like silk?" Courtney asked and reached out a tentative hand.
"I don't know, why do you ask?" Liz wondered. Courtney bit her lip as the doors opened and she yanked Liz out of the car.
"Because that's what he always said! You had hair like fine silk!" Liz blushed a deep red and Courtney laughed. "I take it I'm embarrassing you huh? Oh well this is NJ you got to get used to embarrassment California girl!" Liz laughed and followed Courtney to wear the baggage was emerging. Courtney quickly found her bag and said her goodbyes. She ran to her father and the two waved at Liz and she waved back. They walked out the sliding door together talking.
"Do you need help with that?" a voice broke her thoughts.
She realized that she had pulled her bag off the claim and was standing a little ways outside the crowd. Liz turned to see a tall, hot, muscular and hot boy standing behind her.
"You are Liz McGuire. Right?" she nodded and tilted her head to one side.
"Why do you know my name?" she asked and thought she recognized something about the guy.
"Well I live next door to Lindsay McGuire, and she asked me to pick you up for her. Is that okay?" His blue eyes twinkled and she nodded.
"Thanks!" she said as he lifted her suitcase and led her to a car.
"No problem!" he smiled, "I have a friend who talks about you 24/7! You're the love of his life!" he chuckled and again Liz felt she knew this 17 year old guy.
"I highly doubt that. I only know two people out here! One is my aunt and the other is a guy named David. He left with his mom when his parents divorced and broke my and my friend Miranda's hearts."
The boy looked uncomfortable. He fumbled with his keys and unlocked a bright red Hummer. He carefully put her suitcase in the back seat and closed the door. He opened the passenger side and Liz hopped in as he shut the door behind her. She smiled he was sweet. A lot like Gordo in fact, and she was starting to hope that he didn't have a girlfriend or anything.
He opened the other door and fastened his seatbelt. Liz turned slightly and took him in. He had curly hair that had obviously been dark at one time, but sun had lightened it to a fair copper. His blue eyes seemed to mirror the Pacific Ocean and had a lively sparkle in them. He was tall and muscular. His muscles were well defined even through his dark blue t-shirt. He was wearing red swim trunks with Hawaiian flowers on them and he wore a pair of sneakers without socks.
Liz looked at herself. Her red board shorts had been a present from her mom before she left and she was wearing a white shirt with the words
"California Baby" on the front in red. Her flip flops were also red and her denim backpack rested by her feet. She noticed her hair in the window and pulled it back into a loosed ponytail. That's was when she noticed something. He was staring right at her.
"Ok," she said to break the awkward silence, "you know my name, but I don't know yours!" He pulled the car into the driveway of a house that rested on the beach. He got out her suitcase and helped her down from the car.
"It's Dave," he said looking straight into her eyes, "David Campbell."
