A/N: Sorry this has taken me so long to get up! It's just sort of a cheesy
chapter, because I'm sick and I don't feel like writing anything that takes
a whole lot of effort. Expect a real update sometime this week :)
"Excuse me?" A confused Gordo asked, his face a fiery shade of red. He was sure Lizzie was just teasing him, because she knew how much he loved her.
"Gordo, it was just a-"
"Attention guests on flight 5074 from Rome-"
"OH MY GOSH GORDO, MY DREAM IS COMING TRUE!" She cried as she leapt into his arms.
"Lizzie, listen to what they're saying. You're dream isn't coming true."
"-approaching the Los Angeles airport so please fasten your seatbelts. Begin gathering your take-on luggage so you can exit quickly when the plane has landed. A stewardess will be around to assist anyone having trouble buckling their seatbelts. We hope you have enjoyed your flight."
Lizzie could feel her face turning a deep shade of crimson. "Sorry, Gordo," She said as she pulled back and positioned herself in her own seat.
"No problem," he replied, fastening his seatbelt. She had no idea how much Gordo didn't mind.
"So, about your dream... it doesn't have to do with any... feelings... in real life?" Gordo asked, fearing the answer.
"No! I mean, I love you, but not like that." Lizzie answered, hoping she sounded disgusted. She couldn't let Gordo know the dream had really made her wonder about her feelings toward him.
"Oh, good," Gordo lied. "That would have made things between us pretty awkward."
"Yeah, me and my stupid dreams," Lizzie sighed. If she didn't like Gordo, than why was she so unhappy to hear that?
"Look, Lizzie! We're landing!" Gordo cried. Since he had the window seat, he moved back so Lizzie could watch.
"Oh, Gordo, look at the ocean! Isn't it beautiful?" He looked, thinking to himself that it wasn't half as beautiful as Lizzie.
"Yeah... it's really... great."
"Gordo, stop it! You know it's pretty."
"You're right, Lizzie. It looks way prettier now than it does all the other times I've seen it." Lizzie hit him gently, and then grabbed his hand as she felt the plane landing.
"Calm down, McGuire. We're just landing." He tried to calm her down, but inside he was hoping she wouldn't let go of his hand.
"I know, but the dream really freaked me out."
"We are happy to announce that the plane has landed safely," a rough voice announced over the loud speaker. Lizzie breathed a long sigh of relief. "Guests in rows 1-23, please exit now. We hope you enjoyed your flight today, please continue to fly with us!"
"I'm never flying again." Lizzie muttered to herself as she grabbed her bag and stretched. "Come on, Gordo. We're supposed to wait for my parents by the chairs."
Gordo took his time, carefully placing his video camera and CD player into his backpack. "Gordoo, the announcement said to do this ahead of time!"
"I just didn't want to forget anything." He said, throwing the now fully packed backpack over his shoulder. "I'm done now, anyway. Let's go."
"It's about time... I can't wait to get off of this plane." Together they exited the plane, and entered the crowded airport.
"Look what you did, Gordo. Now we don't have a place to sit down!" Lizzie whined as she realized all the nearby seats were taken.
"Liz, there's a seat over there. You can go sit down, and I'll stand. Since this is all my fault."
"Oh, stop trying to make me feel guilty!"
"So now you want me to take the seat?"
"Of course not!" Lizzie shrieked as they both ran toward the seat. Gordo was a much better runner than he looked, and Lizzie was weighted down with her heavy bag of carry-ons. As a result, Gordo beat her to the chair and Lizzie landed on top of him, giggling.
"Ouch!" Gordo joked, pretending Lizzie had hurt him when she landed on his lap.
"Hey!"
"Look, there's Matt and your parents." Gordo pointed to Lizzie's family.
"I wish they had left him in Rome." Lizzie groaned as she rolled off Gordo, landing on her carry on bag. "Ow!"
Gordo pulled her up, and handed Lizzie her bag. "Thanks." She smiled, not letting go of his hand. Suddenly, their eyes locked. They were moving closer, closer, and then finally-
"Ew, Mom!" Matt called out, attracting the attention of quite a few travelers. "LIZZIE AND GORDO ARE ABOUT TO KISS!" This outburst caused the teenagers to blush once again.
"We were not, weasel." Lizzie argued.
"Lizzie and Gordo, sitting in a tree; k-i-s-s-"
"Mom, could you do something about him?"
"Matt, be nice to your sister and Gordo." Lizzie gave Matt a 'so there' look. He replied by sticking his tongue out at her.
"Can we go get out luggage?" Mr. McGuire interrupted impatiently.
"Good idea," Gordo put in. The McGuire's and Gordo headed toward the baggage claim.
"Since you kids were seated at the front of the plane, your baggage is on that conveyer belt. Ours is supposed to be over here." Mrs. McGuire told Lizzie and Gordo.
"Ooh, goody! Now they can go over there and muah muah MUAH!" Matt cried.
"Sorry about that, Gordo." Lizzie said when they were out of earshot. "Matt tends to be a little immature for his age."
"I've noticed... and anyway, I wasn't going to kiss you."
"You don't want to kiss me again?" Lizzie asked, failing to hide the hurt in her eyes.
"Of course I want to kiss you again... but I thought you said you didn't like me like that?"
"Maybe I've changed my mind..." Lizzie bit her lip, hoping her sudden emotion change wasn't freaking Gordo out. She couldn't really explain why the dream had made her change her mind about Gordo so quickly, but it certainly had.
"Do you mean that?" Gordo asked hopefully.
"Yeah," Lizzie replied, blushing. They embraced, and Gordo gave Lizzie a quick kiss on the lips.
"I TOLD YOU SO, MOM!" Matt shrieked. Lizzie and Gordo pulled away from each other quickly, grinning meekly.
"Excuse me?" A confused Gordo asked, his face a fiery shade of red. He was sure Lizzie was just teasing him, because she knew how much he loved her.
"Gordo, it was just a-"
"Attention guests on flight 5074 from Rome-"
"OH MY GOSH GORDO, MY DREAM IS COMING TRUE!" She cried as she leapt into his arms.
"Lizzie, listen to what they're saying. You're dream isn't coming true."
"-approaching the Los Angeles airport so please fasten your seatbelts. Begin gathering your take-on luggage so you can exit quickly when the plane has landed. A stewardess will be around to assist anyone having trouble buckling their seatbelts. We hope you have enjoyed your flight."
Lizzie could feel her face turning a deep shade of crimson. "Sorry, Gordo," She said as she pulled back and positioned herself in her own seat.
"No problem," he replied, fastening his seatbelt. She had no idea how much Gordo didn't mind.
"So, about your dream... it doesn't have to do with any... feelings... in real life?" Gordo asked, fearing the answer.
"No! I mean, I love you, but not like that." Lizzie answered, hoping she sounded disgusted. She couldn't let Gordo know the dream had really made her wonder about her feelings toward him.
"Oh, good," Gordo lied. "That would have made things between us pretty awkward."
"Yeah, me and my stupid dreams," Lizzie sighed. If she didn't like Gordo, than why was she so unhappy to hear that?
"Look, Lizzie! We're landing!" Gordo cried. Since he had the window seat, he moved back so Lizzie could watch.
"Oh, Gordo, look at the ocean! Isn't it beautiful?" He looked, thinking to himself that it wasn't half as beautiful as Lizzie.
"Yeah... it's really... great."
"Gordo, stop it! You know it's pretty."
"You're right, Lizzie. It looks way prettier now than it does all the other times I've seen it." Lizzie hit him gently, and then grabbed his hand as she felt the plane landing.
"Calm down, McGuire. We're just landing." He tried to calm her down, but inside he was hoping she wouldn't let go of his hand.
"I know, but the dream really freaked me out."
"We are happy to announce that the plane has landed safely," a rough voice announced over the loud speaker. Lizzie breathed a long sigh of relief. "Guests in rows 1-23, please exit now. We hope you enjoyed your flight today, please continue to fly with us!"
"I'm never flying again." Lizzie muttered to herself as she grabbed her bag and stretched. "Come on, Gordo. We're supposed to wait for my parents by the chairs."
Gordo took his time, carefully placing his video camera and CD player into his backpack. "Gordoo, the announcement said to do this ahead of time!"
"I just didn't want to forget anything." He said, throwing the now fully packed backpack over his shoulder. "I'm done now, anyway. Let's go."
"It's about time... I can't wait to get off of this plane." Together they exited the plane, and entered the crowded airport.
"Look what you did, Gordo. Now we don't have a place to sit down!" Lizzie whined as she realized all the nearby seats were taken.
"Liz, there's a seat over there. You can go sit down, and I'll stand. Since this is all my fault."
"Oh, stop trying to make me feel guilty!"
"So now you want me to take the seat?"
"Of course not!" Lizzie shrieked as they both ran toward the seat. Gordo was a much better runner than he looked, and Lizzie was weighted down with her heavy bag of carry-ons. As a result, Gordo beat her to the chair and Lizzie landed on top of him, giggling.
"Ouch!" Gordo joked, pretending Lizzie had hurt him when she landed on his lap.
"Hey!"
"Look, there's Matt and your parents." Gordo pointed to Lizzie's family.
"I wish they had left him in Rome." Lizzie groaned as she rolled off Gordo, landing on her carry on bag. "Ow!"
Gordo pulled her up, and handed Lizzie her bag. "Thanks." She smiled, not letting go of his hand. Suddenly, their eyes locked. They were moving closer, closer, and then finally-
"Ew, Mom!" Matt called out, attracting the attention of quite a few travelers. "LIZZIE AND GORDO ARE ABOUT TO KISS!" This outburst caused the teenagers to blush once again.
"We were not, weasel." Lizzie argued.
"Lizzie and Gordo, sitting in a tree; k-i-s-s-"
"Mom, could you do something about him?"
"Matt, be nice to your sister and Gordo." Lizzie gave Matt a 'so there' look. He replied by sticking his tongue out at her.
"Can we go get out luggage?" Mr. McGuire interrupted impatiently.
"Good idea," Gordo put in. The McGuire's and Gordo headed toward the baggage claim.
"Since you kids were seated at the front of the plane, your baggage is on that conveyer belt. Ours is supposed to be over here." Mrs. McGuire told Lizzie and Gordo.
"Ooh, goody! Now they can go over there and muah muah MUAH!" Matt cried.
"Sorry about that, Gordo." Lizzie said when they were out of earshot. "Matt tends to be a little immature for his age."
"I've noticed... and anyway, I wasn't going to kiss you."
"You don't want to kiss me again?" Lizzie asked, failing to hide the hurt in her eyes.
"Of course I want to kiss you again... but I thought you said you didn't like me like that?"
"Maybe I've changed my mind..." Lizzie bit her lip, hoping her sudden emotion change wasn't freaking Gordo out. She couldn't really explain why the dream had made her change her mind about Gordo so quickly, but it certainly had.
"Do you mean that?" Gordo asked hopefully.
"Yeah," Lizzie replied, blushing. They embraced, and Gordo gave Lizzie a quick kiss on the lips.
"I TOLD YOU SO, MOM!" Matt shrieked. Lizzie and Gordo pulled away from each other quickly, grinning meekly.