Chapter Eight: Love Letters
A/N: Well, uh, thank you for the *few* reviews, and I know that not much of you are interested in this story, but I'm having the best time writing it, so it's gonna stay, even if you all don't wanna read it. Here is chapter eight... Love Letters. Ooh, what do you think *that* means? ;)
Oh, my god, is it just me, or is it that every time I hear Jessica Simpson's 'Sweetest Sin', I think of L/G? Maybe it's just because it's one of my favorite songs, but... does anyone else feel a little electric shock every time you hear it?
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Gordo's POV
Second grade was *the* year. The year that kids find out that the opposite sex isn't toxic. They start having crushes, and start talking to the other gender. But Lizzie and I had always been a step ahead of the crowd.
It was very awkward, though. Everyone thought that if you spoke to the other gender, you were hopelessly in love with them. Soon, every time anyone saw you, they'd be like "Oooh, you like *her*." So when Lizzie and I always hung out... you know what they assumed.
***
"Shhhhh!" Lizzie exclaimed, creeping behind a bush. "We can't wake up the wicked witch!"
I clutched onto a branch. "Okay."
We slowly tiptoed toward the slide, and then Miranda came rushing out of nowhere and jumped on us. Kate joined her. They started tickling us, and we burst into a fit of giggles. Soon, we were all rolling around on the grass, screaming.
"Oh no! The wicked witches got me!" I wailed, and started tickling Lizzie.
"Stop, Gordo!" She exclaimed, swatting my arm with her hand. "That tickles!"
Miranda sat on top of Lizzie, and joined in on tickling her. Soon she was yelping for help. Kate sat down on Miranda, who was still on Lizzie, and they tumbled to the ground. Somehow Lizzie struggled from underneath the pile, and plopped down on my stomach and started tickling me.
"Lizzie! You broke one of my ribs!" I exclaimed, pushing her off.
She was about to do something, I could tell, but then the bell rang and our teacher held up her hand, so we all went to line up.
***
Dear, Lizzie
Meet me at the park after shcool. Its importent.
Love, Gordo
I folded the piece of paper up and wrote -Lizzie- on it, and passed it to Kate. She passed it to Danny, who passed it to Miranda, who passed it to Larry (who had recently gotten attached to this new shirt his mother had gotten him for Christmas.) who passed it to Lizzie.
I had to tell her that I was moving to a house half a block away from hers, which was exciting since we lived very far away at the moment. If I was a little bit older and a little bit wiser, I would've known to just tell her that in the note, but I wanted to make it exciting.
She unfolded it as the teacher was writing something on the board. When she read it, she looked over at me and smiled.
"Okay, class, time for Art!" Our teacher chirped. We all lined up again, not noticing that someone had taken the note off of Lizzie's desk.
***
Lizzie's POV
The next day while we were walking to school I was floating on air since Gordo was moving closer to us... until Danny Kessler blocked Gordo and my path and started making kissy faces.
"You guys are so *cuuute*!" he exclaimed.
I raised an eyebrow. "He's weird." I commented.
"Yeah."
He wasn't the only one. As soon as we got into our classroom, someone had something to say to us.
"I bet you told her you love her, right?" Lisa Monroe asked Gordo as he sat down. He looked at her strangely.
"What?"
I whispered in his ear that everyone was acting weird today before I sat down in my assigned seat.
"Ewwww!" Ryan Morsette looked at both of us disgustedly.
"Are you gonna marry him?" asked Jeremy Evans.
A few girls giggled like crazy while they crossed our desks.
"Ewww!" repeated Ryan.
I looked at Gordo weirdly. "Okay, what is going on?" I asked.
"I saw you tickling each other yesterday!" Someone exclaimed in my ear. "You were sitting on him!"
I raised an eyebrow.
***
"And in the note it said 'love, Gordo.' Kate explained. "So Danny saw the note, and told everyone who told everyone else. And that's why everyone thinks you're in love."
"Ewwww!" I spat out.
Gordo remained silent. "That's not what I meant." He said quietly, looking at the tops of his shoes. I saw a tear trickle down his cheek.
I put my arm around him, and said to Kate, "I think we need to talk privately." I looked at her somberly, and she shrugged and went away.
Gordo and I sat down on a bench and I looked at him closely, hoping he'd quiet down, but the tears kept coming. "Gordo..." I whispered. "It's okay. It doesn't matter what they think."
He dried his tears. "Sorry. I didn't mean that, Lizzie. I don't love you."
I don't know why, but my heart sunk at the thought. "You don't?" I whispered.
He shook his head. "Lizzie, you're my best friend. I can't love you."
I nodded, making sure that it didn't show that I was upset.
But little did we both know, that he could love me, even if I *was* only his best friend at the moment.
A/N: Is it just me, or was this chapter almost the same thing as the last? Whoops, sorry.
A/N: Well, uh, thank you for the *few* reviews, and I know that not much of you are interested in this story, but I'm having the best time writing it, so it's gonna stay, even if you all don't wanna read it. Here is chapter eight... Love Letters. Ooh, what do you think *that* means? ;)
Oh, my god, is it just me, or is it that every time I hear Jessica Simpson's 'Sweetest Sin', I think of L/G? Maybe it's just because it's one of my favorite songs, but... does anyone else feel a little electric shock every time you hear it?
***
Gordo's POV
Second grade was *the* year. The year that kids find out that the opposite sex isn't toxic. They start having crushes, and start talking to the other gender. But Lizzie and I had always been a step ahead of the crowd.
It was very awkward, though. Everyone thought that if you spoke to the other gender, you were hopelessly in love with them. Soon, every time anyone saw you, they'd be like "Oooh, you like *her*." So when Lizzie and I always hung out... you know what they assumed.
***
"Shhhhh!" Lizzie exclaimed, creeping behind a bush. "We can't wake up the wicked witch!"
I clutched onto a branch. "Okay."
We slowly tiptoed toward the slide, and then Miranda came rushing out of nowhere and jumped on us. Kate joined her. They started tickling us, and we burst into a fit of giggles. Soon, we were all rolling around on the grass, screaming.
"Oh no! The wicked witches got me!" I wailed, and started tickling Lizzie.
"Stop, Gordo!" She exclaimed, swatting my arm with her hand. "That tickles!"
Miranda sat on top of Lizzie, and joined in on tickling her. Soon she was yelping for help. Kate sat down on Miranda, who was still on Lizzie, and they tumbled to the ground. Somehow Lizzie struggled from underneath the pile, and plopped down on my stomach and started tickling me.
"Lizzie! You broke one of my ribs!" I exclaimed, pushing her off.
She was about to do something, I could tell, but then the bell rang and our teacher held up her hand, so we all went to line up.
***
Dear, Lizzie
Meet me at the park after shcool. Its importent.
Love, Gordo
I folded the piece of paper up and wrote -Lizzie- on it, and passed it to Kate. She passed it to Danny, who passed it to Miranda, who passed it to Larry (who had recently gotten attached to this new shirt his mother had gotten him for Christmas.) who passed it to Lizzie.
I had to tell her that I was moving to a house half a block away from hers, which was exciting since we lived very far away at the moment. If I was a little bit older and a little bit wiser, I would've known to just tell her that in the note, but I wanted to make it exciting.
She unfolded it as the teacher was writing something on the board. When she read it, she looked over at me and smiled.
"Okay, class, time for Art!" Our teacher chirped. We all lined up again, not noticing that someone had taken the note off of Lizzie's desk.
***
Lizzie's POV
The next day while we were walking to school I was floating on air since Gordo was moving closer to us... until Danny Kessler blocked Gordo and my path and started making kissy faces.
"You guys are so *cuuute*!" he exclaimed.
I raised an eyebrow. "He's weird." I commented.
"Yeah."
He wasn't the only one. As soon as we got into our classroom, someone had something to say to us.
"I bet you told her you love her, right?" Lisa Monroe asked Gordo as he sat down. He looked at her strangely.
"What?"
I whispered in his ear that everyone was acting weird today before I sat down in my assigned seat.
"Ewwww!" Ryan Morsette looked at both of us disgustedly.
"Are you gonna marry him?" asked Jeremy Evans.
A few girls giggled like crazy while they crossed our desks.
"Ewww!" repeated Ryan.
I looked at Gordo weirdly. "Okay, what is going on?" I asked.
"I saw you tickling each other yesterday!" Someone exclaimed in my ear. "You were sitting on him!"
I raised an eyebrow.
***
"And in the note it said 'love, Gordo.' Kate explained. "So Danny saw the note, and told everyone who told everyone else. And that's why everyone thinks you're in love."
"Ewwww!" I spat out.
Gordo remained silent. "That's not what I meant." He said quietly, looking at the tops of his shoes. I saw a tear trickle down his cheek.
I put my arm around him, and said to Kate, "I think we need to talk privately." I looked at her somberly, and she shrugged and went away.
Gordo and I sat down on a bench and I looked at him closely, hoping he'd quiet down, but the tears kept coming. "Gordo..." I whispered. "It's okay. It doesn't matter what they think."
He dried his tears. "Sorry. I didn't mean that, Lizzie. I don't love you."
I don't know why, but my heart sunk at the thought. "You don't?" I whispered.
He shook his head. "Lizzie, you're my best friend. I can't love you."
I nodded, making sure that it didn't show that I was upset.
But little did we both know, that he could love me, even if I *was* only his best friend at the moment.
A/N: Is it just me, or was this chapter almost the same thing as the last? Whoops, sorry.