Chapter Ten: Crush on WHO?
A/N: Man, I do not CARE what color Adam Lamberg's eyes are. In some episodes, they are this bright blue, and then sometimes they're brown. He looks hot in both, I'll tell you that, but I'll just say that he has a kind of mixed thing in here, okay? I think he wears contacts or else his eyes are hazel and the light shining on them changes that color.
Someone tell me if I should change the rating to PG-13. I don't know. Because there's a lot of things coming up in later chapters, like a attempt at murder, and a lot of L/Gness. It feels weird, though, because, well, I'm NOT thirteen, so therefore it seems wrong to rate it that. If I can write it, you can read it. But I'm the youngest person on ff.net, right? Or are there nine-year-olds that I don't know of...? I don't want ya'll to be offended or anything because the rating isn't high enough (like in That's My Gordo). Tell me. I think it will be raised, though... I hope I don't lose audience.
I stretched this chapter out longer for a reason... you all wanted it! The year Lizzie has a crush on Gordo. The first *real* L/G chappie. LOL. Here it goes!
***
Lizzie's POV
Fourth grade. Ah, I remember it well, mostly because it was the year that everyone started having crushes. Serious ones. Fourth grade was the year that, according to me, decided if you were going to be a geek for the rest of your life.
Who did I have a crush on? The most oddest of people. Our teacher (Mr. Chancler), Ethan, and most important of all...
Gordo.
***
"I do NOT like anyone!" I exclaimed exhaustedly. "There's no one decent in this school!"
Miranda raised her eyebrows. "Yup, sure, Lizzie. Say what you will."
Gordo shook his head. "Could we please talk about something fun for a change please?" He begged. "You're talking about girl stuff, and as you can see, I am not a girl."
Kate scoffed. "Really? Because we thought you were."
We cracked up at that.
"Hey, Gordo, who do *you* like?" Miranda asked, twirling her hair with her finger.
He groaned. "It is necessary for me to like someone just because we're in fourth grade?"
Yup, it was like a fourth grade code. If you didn't like someone, you obviously weren't human. So that meant Gordo and I weren't human. But I had looked VERY carefully at every guy our age, and they all seemed so... immature.
"No... just wondering." Kate looked deep in thought. "Oh, look! There's Jacob!" She started running to him.
Miranda looked at Gordo and I weirdly. "Why don't you like anyone?"
"Because there is no one worth liking!" I exclaimed.
"Because we are too young to like anyone!" He said, overlapping my sentence.
She raised her left eyebrow and went into a classroom. That left me and Gordo, staring at each other. I noticed this little... tint, or something of that sort, in his eyes that made them kind of glow. They were a mixture of green, brown, and blue, but not yet hazel. They had little speckles of each color, and it seemed like you were staring into an ocean of colors. A great feeling of admiration flooded over me as I studied his eyes.
"Lizzie...?" He asked.
I was still lost in his eyes, and trying to find my way out. "Yeah...?" I wondered dreamily. The way I said it was more of a 'yeah' like an answer to a question, not a question itself. Like he had asked me to marry him or something.
"Um... we have to hurry or else Mr. Chancler is going to have a fit."
I snapped out my trance. "Oh-oh, yeah... duh!" I slapped my forehead and headed to class, but couldn't forget about those raging eyes of his.
***
"You can't tell anyone!" I exclaimed exasperatedly. "Not even Kate!"
"Not even Gordo?"
"EsPECIALLY not Gordo."
We were on the phone the next day after school, and I had told Miranda that I was going to tell her a big huge secret... but I couldn't get it out of my mouth.
"Okay... you know... when you... you know, asked if we liked... anyone?" I asked, sitting down on my bed.
"Yeah... what about it?"
"Well..." I lowered my voice. "I think I like someone."
I could just *see* Miranda's eyes bulging. "No WAY!"
I nodded, but then remembered that she couldn't see me. "Yeah."
"WHO?"
"You pinkie swear not to tell anyone?" I asked, lower lip trembling nervously.
"Pinkie swear, kiss my thumb, cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye... I swear on my..." She paused for a few seconds to search for a dead ancestor. "... great-great grandfather's grave. I swear I won't tell a single breathing soul. I might tell my dead catfish, though...because it's not breathing.... but go on. WHO?"
"Go dough." I mumbled.
"What?"
"I said, Gordo."
"WHAT!?"
"I said-"
"Never mind that, but you like GORDO!? As in our best friend, Gordo?" She was gasping and breathing hard now.
"Do you know any others?"
She shrieked. "EWWWWW!!"
I didn't get what was so sickening. Gordo was cool, and he *had* been my best friend since, well, forever... so why shouldn't I like him? I could jus imagine us, twenty years from now, getting married in a small little church, saying our "I do's". I sighed in happiness at that thought.
"What are you, whack?" She yelled into the receiver. "That's insane!"
"Gordo's great!" I insisted. "And he has nice eyes!"
Miranda made a noise that could only but identified as a muffled snort. "Oh, my gosh, you love him!"
"No!" I exclaimed. "Or at least... not yet."
She squealed.
"Miranda, shut up!"
She kept on squealing.
"I said shut up!"
Just more squealing.
I hung up, furious.
***
"What?" Gordo asked the next day.
Miranda took one look at him, and one look at me, and cracked up. When she finally caught her breath, she smiled. "Sorry, it's just so funny!"
I gave her a cold, hard stare, implying that I didn't want her to give anything away.
But Miranda ignored me. "Hey, Gordo, have you ever thought about marriage?"
I had to keep from gasping and pushing Miranda into the nearest wall.
He raised his eyebrows. "No, not really. What does it mean to you?"
"Did you ever think that you'd end up marrying Lizzie?"
That was it. I elbowed her in the ribcage as hard as possible.
"Ow!" She cried.
Gordo looked baffled. "I might... only God knows."
I sighed dreamily. What a wonderful thing to say.
AND HE SAID HE MIGHT AND UP MARRYING ME!
"So, who do you like?"
"We've been over this..."
"WHO?" Miranda demanded, sticking a finger in his face.
"Well, um, that new girl, Nicole, she's pretty... and cool..."
Miranda gasped. "Nicole?"
He shrugged. "I guess."
My jaw dropped open. "You like Nicole?"
'And not me?' I added silently.
He nodded, and Kate started asking him a million questions, but it was as if my whole world had frozen. He liked Nicole. Nicole wasn't me. Gordo couldn't like anyone that wasn't me. He couldn't like Nicole. He had to like me. Or I would die.
I stood there stiffly, trying not to cry.
***
I bawled my eyes out that day when I got back from school, which made me realize how much I really liked him. I thought it was just a silly little crush, but it wasn't. It was more. I had a feeling that we were destined to be together. Like, if I imagined hard enough, I could think of us seventy years from now, sitting in rockers, remembering the 'good old days', and telling our grandchildren about our perpetual love.
I sniffed and shook my head. I was too young for this. Way too young. If he liked me, so? We were too young to go out, or anything like that. So what was the use?
Maybe this love stuff with Gordo could wait a few years... like eighth grade.
A/N: Not as good as you expected, right? Same here. It's a bad case of stupid writer's block. I think I need to go read a dictionary and learn some words. LOL. Well, maybe during fall break (a month ot so from now) will give me good ideas. R/R please.
A/N: Man, I do not CARE what color Adam Lamberg's eyes are. In some episodes, they are this bright blue, and then sometimes they're brown. He looks hot in both, I'll tell you that, but I'll just say that he has a kind of mixed thing in here, okay? I think he wears contacts or else his eyes are hazel and the light shining on them changes that color.
Someone tell me if I should change the rating to PG-13. I don't know. Because there's a lot of things coming up in later chapters, like a attempt at murder, and a lot of L/Gness. It feels weird, though, because, well, I'm NOT thirteen, so therefore it seems wrong to rate it that. If I can write it, you can read it. But I'm the youngest person on ff.net, right? Or are there nine-year-olds that I don't know of...? I don't want ya'll to be offended or anything because the rating isn't high enough (like in That's My Gordo). Tell me. I think it will be raised, though... I hope I don't lose audience.
I stretched this chapter out longer for a reason... you all wanted it! The year Lizzie has a crush on Gordo. The first *real* L/G chappie. LOL. Here it goes!
***
Lizzie's POV
Fourth grade. Ah, I remember it well, mostly because it was the year that everyone started having crushes. Serious ones. Fourth grade was the year that, according to me, decided if you were going to be a geek for the rest of your life.
Who did I have a crush on? The most oddest of people. Our teacher (Mr. Chancler), Ethan, and most important of all...
Gordo.
***
"I do NOT like anyone!" I exclaimed exhaustedly. "There's no one decent in this school!"
Miranda raised her eyebrows. "Yup, sure, Lizzie. Say what you will."
Gordo shook his head. "Could we please talk about something fun for a change please?" He begged. "You're talking about girl stuff, and as you can see, I am not a girl."
Kate scoffed. "Really? Because we thought you were."
We cracked up at that.
"Hey, Gordo, who do *you* like?" Miranda asked, twirling her hair with her finger.
He groaned. "It is necessary for me to like someone just because we're in fourth grade?"
Yup, it was like a fourth grade code. If you didn't like someone, you obviously weren't human. So that meant Gordo and I weren't human. But I had looked VERY carefully at every guy our age, and they all seemed so... immature.
"No... just wondering." Kate looked deep in thought. "Oh, look! There's Jacob!" She started running to him.
Miranda looked at Gordo and I weirdly. "Why don't you like anyone?"
"Because there is no one worth liking!" I exclaimed.
"Because we are too young to like anyone!" He said, overlapping my sentence.
She raised her left eyebrow and went into a classroom. That left me and Gordo, staring at each other. I noticed this little... tint, or something of that sort, in his eyes that made them kind of glow. They were a mixture of green, brown, and blue, but not yet hazel. They had little speckles of each color, and it seemed like you were staring into an ocean of colors. A great feeling of admiration flooded over me as I studied his eyes.
"Lizzie...?" He asked.
I was still lost in his eyes, and trying to find my way out. "Yeah...?" I wondered dreamily. The way I said it was more of a 'yeah' like an answer to a question, not a question itself. Like he had asked me to marry him or something.
"Um... we have to hurry or else Mr. Chancler is going to have a fit."
I snapped out my trance. "Oh-oh, yeah... duh!" I slapped my forehead and headed to class, but couldn't forget about those raging eyes of his.
***
"You can't tell anyone!" I exclaimed exasperatedly. "Not even Kate!"
"Not even Gordo?"
"EsPECIALLY not Gordo."
We were on the phone the next day after school, and I had told Miranda that I was going to tell her a big huge secret... but I couldn't get it out of my mouth.
"Okay... you know... when you... you know, asked if we liked... anyone?" I asked, sitting down on my bed.
"Yeah... what about it?"
"Well..." I lowered my voice. "I think I like someone."
I could just *see* Miranda's eyes bulging. "No WAY!"
I nodded, but then remembered that she couldn't see me. "Yeah."
"WHO?"
"You pinkie swear not to tell anyone?" I asked, lower lip trembling nervously.
"Pinkie swear, kiss my thumb, cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye... I swear on my..." She paused for a few seconds to search for a dead ancestor. "... great-great grandfather's grave. I swear I won't tell a single breathing soul. I might tell my dead catfish, though...because it's not breathing.... but go on. WHO?"
"Go dough." I mumbled.
"What?"
"I said, Gordo."
"WHAT!?"
"I said-"
"Never mind that, but you like GORDO!? As in our best friend, Gordo?" She was gasping and breathing hard now.
"Do you know any others?"
She shrieked. "EWWWWW!!"
I didn't get what was so sickening. Gordo was cool, and he *had* been my best friend since, well, forever... so why shouldn't I like him? I could jus imagine us, twenty years from now, getting married in a small little church, saying our "I do's". I sighed in happiness at that thought.
"What are you, whack?" She yelled into the receiver. "That's insane!"
"Gordo's great!" I insisted. "And he has nice eyes!"
Miranda made a noise that could only but identified as a muffled snort. "Oh, my gosh, you love him!"
"No!" I exclaimed. "Or at least... not yet."
She squealed.
"Miranda, shut up!"
She kept on squealing.
"I said shut up!"
Just more squealing.
I hung up, furious.
***
"What?" Gordo asked the next day.
Miranda took one look at him, and one look at me, and cracked up. When she finally caught her breath, she smiled. "Sorry, it's just so funny!"
I gave her a cold, hard stare, implying that I didn't want her to give anything away.
But Miranda ignored me. "Hey, Gordo, have you ever thought about marriage?"
I had to keep from gasping and pushing Miranda into the nearest wall.
He raised his eyebrows. "No, not really. What does it mean to you?"
"Did you ever think that you'd end up marrying Lizzie?"
That was it. I elbowed her in the ribcage as hard as possible.
"Ow!" She cried.
Gordo looked baffled. "I might... only God knows."
I sighed dreamily. What a wonderful thing to say.
AND HE SAID HE MIGHT AND UP MARRYING ME!
"So, who do you like?"
"We've been over this..."
"WHO?" Miranda demanded, sticking a finger in his face.
"Well, um, that new girl, Nicole, she's pretty... and cool..."
Miranda gasped. "Nicole?"
He shrugged. "I guess."
My jaw dropped open. "You like Nicole?"
'And not me?' I added silently.
He nodded, and Kate started asking him a million questions, but it was as if my whole world had frozen. He liked Nicole. Nicole wasn't me. Gordo couldn't like anyone that wasn't me. He couldn't like Nicole. He had to like me. Or I would die.
I stood there stiffly, trying not to cry.
***
I bawled my eyes out that day when I got back from school, which made me realize how much I really liked him. I thought it was just a silly little crush, but it wasn't. It was more. I had a feeling that we were destined to be together. Like, if I imagined hard enough, I could think of us seventy years from now, sitting in rockers, remembering the 'good old days', and telling our grandchildren about our perpetual love.
I sniffed and shook my head. I was too young for this. Way too young. If he liked me, so? We were too young to go out, or anything like that. So what was the use?
Maybe this love stuff with Gordo could wait a few years... like eighth grade.
A/N: Not as good as you expected, right? Same here. It's a bad case of stupid writer's block. I think I need to go read a dictionary and learn some words. LOL. Well, maybe during fall break (a month ot so from now) will give me good ideas. R/R please.