A/N: Okay... I'm ready for my public hanging D= Yeah I know. I made one HUGE
mistake; I only noticed TONIGHT that I hadn't added the final chapter for
this story. Trust me; I've been kicking myself for having left it for so
long. I could have sworn that I completed this, but... I haven't. So, a
million apologies to everyone. I really dropped the ball on this one =(
But, as they say... 'better late, than never'. So if you'd all bear with me,
here we go, one last time...
--Gordo--
"This is it," he whispered, still clutching her hand. He realised that his hand had become cold and clammy; a sign of nervousness. Her hand was probably the same, but he could not tell. Frankly, he didn't care anymore. He was holding the hand of the girl he treasured and for the first time, in the many, many years of their friendship, it felt right.
"This is it, alright," she nodded, swallowing and avoiding his gaze, "sha- shall we?"
He squeezed her hand gently and nodded, "I'm with you one hundred per cent, McGuire".
They lurched forward, pushing the doors to the hall inwards. Before them was their graduating class, intermingled with one another; some in small groups, others seated at tables around the almost empty dance floor.
The DJ on the opposite end of the room seemed to be the only one enjoying himself, mixing and fading a song Gordo couldn't quite remember the name of.
A young lad behind a small counter, cleared his throat, "tickets?" he asked, gaining the immediate attention of the pair.
Lizzie glanced at Gordo, passing him the signal.
He looked back at her questioningly.
She narrowed her brow.
He panicked, quickly fishing his hands into his pockets and sorting through tissues and notes of varying monetary values.
Lizzie looked down at the boy behind the desk and smiled awkwardly. The boy rolled his eyes and sighed.
Gordo continued to pat at various pockets on his suit before promptly realising the location of the tickets and subsequently produced the pairs' tickets from within his right sock.
The boy tried hard to be disgusted by the tickets Gordo was handing over, but it was clear, that wasn't the first time he had had to deal with sock tickets, "thank you," he muttered, stamping their tickets hurriedly.
Gordo grabbed them from the table, when the boy was done, and stored the tickets in his inner breast pocket.
Lizzie glared once more, in Gordo's direction.
"What?" he protested weakly, "that's where your dad told me to put them".
"Figures," Lizzie remarked snidely, "wait-" she realised, remembering back to Gordo's conversation with her father, she had observed, "was that what you two were talking about, while we were home?"
Gordo nodded, "why?"
Lizzie shook her head, walking ahead of him, clutching her evening bag.
"I'm only guessing, but I think he's had trouble with such a situation before..." Gordo added.
She stopped and looked over her shoulder with a wry smile, "and what makes you think that?"
"That's- that's pretty much all he spoke about," he finished, nodding sympathetically.
Lizzie rolled her eyes and nodded sympathetically as well, turning all the while and walking slowly ahead again. Gordo walked beside her casually, hands in his pockets.
"What have we here?" a familiar voice floated. Lizzie instinctively grabbed hold of Gordo's arm.
"Awww... such a sweet little scene..." Kate patronised.
"And your date is- where?" Lizzie jumped, noticing that Kate was alone. Gordo smiled, that trademark Gordo smile.
"He's- you- he's- he's over there!" Kate spluttered, pointing at Ethan Craft, happily dancing away, in his own, totally unique and eccentric style.
"You... ah- might want to go and join him," Lizzie poked, smiling all the while.
"He's flying solo out there," Gordo added.
"Yeah well- you two... why aren't you out there? Huh?" Kate fought back, trying to trap the pair.
"All in due time, Kate," Gordo answered, before turning the tables once more, "I'd be more worried about getting a dance tonight, than whether or not Lizzie and I are".
Kate stared menacingly at Lizzie's curly-haired partner, opened her mouth, then shut it quickly and stormed off, defeated.
"Thanks Gordo," Lizzie said, pulling herself tightly to him.
"I said I'm with you one hundred per cent," he recalled, "and that's how I feel".
She looked at him oddly he noticed, but only momentarily, before her attention was drawn to everyone else, who were rising up to their feet, for the universal slow dance. The DJ had chosen a number Gordo knew, one of Norah Jones' songs. Everyone knew her, even him.
Lizzie tugged at Gordo's arm and led him to the dance floor speedily, "are you ready?" she asked.
He knew that whatever his answer would be, she would start anyway, so he caved and nodded.
Just as they had, that night on her lawn, they resumed the dance they had both loved. Lizzie rested her head on Gordo's shoulder this time, not for show- not acting, but because she truly wanted to.
"Gordo," she whispered, "I read my yearbook".
He breathed heavily, "and?"
"'I love acting Lizzie, but not as much as directing. I want to direct us away from all this acting and into a reality'," she quoted softly, word for word, what he had written.
Gordo danced silently, without replying.
"I don't want to act anymore either," she confessed, "I found something, while were acting, that I don't want to lose".
"I found it too," he whispered back to her.
"What is it that you found?" Lizzie asked, leaning back and gazing into his eyes, knowing exactly, however, what he was talking about.
In that brief moment, he took advantage of the only thing that words cannot truly describe, or do justice. He explained to her, exactly how he felt, in the most intimate and amorous of kisses he could possibly muster.
She could of let him do all the work, but that wasn't how she wanted it. She too, kissed him back, engaged him, and spoke to him in the same words he had.
The funny thing was, neither of the them was acting anymore.
A/N: So there we go, another done. Did you like it? Should I, perhaps, write a follow up? I'm currently writing 'Almost Famous', which, if you liked this L/G FanFic, I'm sure you'll like. Regardless, tell me what you think of this one, I'd be much appreciative =)
Thanks go out, to all those who left a review and even those who didn't. Thanks for reading my story, it's good to know this stuff can still entertain people.
Once again, very sorry about the delay. I assure you all, it won't happen again. And let us never speak of it again =)
Cheers,
mr-random-guy
--Gordo--
"This is it," he whispered, still clutching her hand. He realised that his hand had become cold and clammy; a sign of nervousness. Her hand was probably the same, but he could not tell. Frankly, he didn't care anymore. He was holding the hand of the girl he treasured and for the first time, in the many, many years of their friendship, it felt right.
"This is it, alright," she nodded, swallowing and avoiding his gaze, "sha- shall we?"
He squeezed her hand gently and nodded, "I'm with you one hundred per cent, McGuire".
They lurched forward, pushing the doors to the hall inwards. Before them was their graduating class, intermingled with one another; some in small groups, others seated at tables around the almost empty dance floor.
The DJ on the opposite end of the room seemed to be the only one enjoying himself, mixing and fading a song Gordo couldn't quite remember the name of.
A young lad behind a small counter, cleared his throat, "tickets?" he asked, gaining the immediate attention of the pair.
Lizzie glanced at Gordo, passing him the signal.
He looked back at her questioningly.
She narrowed her brow.
He panicked, quickly fishing his hands into his pockets and sorting through tissues and notes of varying monetary values.
Lizzie looked down at the boy behind the desk and smiled awkwardly. The boy rolled his eyes and sighed.
Gordo continued to pat at various pockets on his suit before promptly realising the location of the tickets and subsequently produced the pairs' tickets from within his right sock.
The boy tried hard to be disgusted by the tickets Gordo was handing over, but it was clear, that wasn't the first time he had had to deal with sock tickets, "thank you," he muttered, stamping their tickets hurriedly.
Gordo grabbed them from the table, when the boy was done, and stored the tickets in his inner breast pocket.
Lizzie glared once more, in Gordo's direction.
"What?" he protested weakly, "that's where your dad told me to put them".
"Figures," Lizzie remarked snidely, "wait-" she realised, remembering back to Gordo's conversation with her father, she had observed, "was that what you two were talking about, while we were home?"
Gordo nodded, "why?"
Lizzie shook her head, walking ahead of him, clutching her evening bag.
"I'm only guessing, but I think he's had trouble with such a situation before..." Gordo added.
She stopped and looked over her shoulder with a wry smile, "and what makes you think that?"
"That's- that's pretty much all he spoke about," he finished, nodding sympathetically.
Lizzie rolled her eyes and nodded sympathetically as well, turning all the while and walking slowly ahead again. Gordo walked beside her casually, hands in his pockets.
"What have we here?" a familiar voice floated. Lizzie instinctively grabbed hold of Gordo's arm.
"Awww... such a sweet little scene..." Kate patronised.
"And your date is- where?" Lizzie jumped, noticing that Kate was alone. Gordo smiled, that trademark Gordo smile.
"He's- you- he's- he's over there!" Kate spluttered, pointing at Ethan Craft, happily dancing away, in his own, totally unique and eccentric style.
"You... ah- might want to go and join him," Lizzie poked, smiling all the while.
"He's flying solo out there," Gordo added.
"Yeah well- you two... why aren't you out there? Huh?" Kate fought back, trying to trap the pair.
"All in due time, Kate," Gordo answered, before turning the tables once more, "I'd be more worried about getting a dance tonight, than whether or not Lizzie and I are".
Kate stared menacingly at Lizzie's curly-haired partner, opened her mouth, then shut it quickly and stormed off, defeated.
"Thanks Gordo," Lizzie said, pulling herself tightly to him.
"I said I'm with you one hundred per cent," he recalled, "and that's how I feel".
She looked at him oddly he noticed, but only momentarily, before her attention was drawn to everyone else, who were rising up to their feet, for the universal slow dance. The DJ had chosen a number Gordo knew, one of Norah Jones' songs. Everyone knew her, even him.
Lizzie tugged at Gordo's arm and led him to the dance floor speedily, "are you ready?" she asked.
He knew that whatever his answer would be, she would start anyway, so he caved and nodded.
Just as they had, that night on her lawn, they resumed the dance they had both loved. Lizzie rested her head on Gordo's shoulder this time, not for show- not acting, but because she truly wanted to.
"Gordo," she whispered, "I read my yearbook".
He breathed heavily, "and?"
"'I love acting Lizzie, but not as much as directing. I want to direct us away from all this acting and into a reality'," she quoted softly, word for word, what he had written.
Gordo danced silently, without replying.
"I don't want to act anymore either," she confessed, "I found something, while were acting, that I don't want to lose".
"I found it too," he whispered back to her.
"What is it that you found?" Lizzie asked, leaning back and gazing into his eyes, knowing exactly, however, what he was talking about.
In that brief moment, he took advantage of the only thing that words cannot truly describe, or do justice. He explained to her, exactly how he felt, in the most intimate and amorous of kisses he could possibly muster.
She could of let him do all the work, but that wasn't how she wanted it. She too, kissed him back, engaged him, and spoke to him in the same words he had.
The funny thing was, neither of the them was acting anymore.
A/N: So there we go, another done. Did you like it? Should I, perhaps, write a follow up? I'm currently writing 'Almost Famous', which, if you liked this L/G FanFic, I'm sure you'll like. Regardless, tell me what you think of this one, I'd be much appreciative =)
Thanks go out, to all those who left a review and even those who didn't. Thanks for reading my story, it's good to know this stuff can still entertain people.
Once again, very sorry about the delay. I assure you all, it won't happen again. And let us never speak of it again =)
Cheers,
mr-random-guy