Chapter Fourteen: Maybe I'm Blind
A/N: Not many reviews... oh, well. At least some people are taking the liberty of reading this... and that's good!
I'm going to post my new story, 'Love Connection', really soon. It's going to be pretty short, like Amnesia was, but who really cares? I think it's going to be really cute and humorous. It starts off with Ronnie's POV, so it's kind of unique... but I know all you will love it.
OMG... math homework... five hours of my three-day fall break wasted on crappy homework! I'm so glad to take a break. Writing is great. It has no rules... no decimals, no fractions, no multiplication, no square roots... no right answer. Math makes you feel so trapped, as if there is one way to do something and one thing only. Writing is so free spirited!
Well, before you read this, I suggest you watch all the L/G episodes of Lizzie McGuire and the movie, because you get this... feeling.
I know you've been waiting for this chapter ever since this story got posted, so here we go... Lizzie and Gordo become an official couple!
***
Lizzie's POV
It was weird... Gordo and I grew tighter than ever when Miranda went to Mexico for the summer. Sometimes I was scared we were too close. Of course, I didn't know about his major crush on me... so I thought it was odd.
Then Kate had to go and tell me.
Everything went wild from then. I tried to ignore it, but every time I was around him, I felt this over-friendly vibe wash over me. I didn't know if it was because I knew he liked me... or I liked him. I was confused.
'You rock. Don't ever change. And only, I really mean it.' The subscription Gordo had written in my yearbook had made me flood over in admiration. I had kissed him on the cheek, making myself believe it was only friendly...
But then came Rome.
Rome was the eternal city. The city of romance... kind of ironic. And then I had to go and fall for this idiot, Paolo. He used me in a way I couldn't even imagine, but I was completely vulnerable to it. I continued to sneak in and out of our hotel, awestruck by Paolo's artificial kindness.
Gordo covered for me one time that I almost got caught... and got himself kicked off the trip. I was flattered. No one would do that for me... but Gordo would. And then somehow he managed to stay, and now here we were, on the balcony of the hotel, having a conversation that altered out lives completely...
***
I bit my lower lip as I realized what I had done.
I.
Had.
Kissed.
Gordo.
Gordo was grinning at me sheepishly, and I knew he wasn't going to speak first. I gulped as I searched for something to say.
"Um... we better get downstairs before we get into anymore trouble." He said, his voice shaking.
I smiled at him. He was cute when he was nervous. "Yeah-yeah. I can't afford any more trouble..." I trailed off, and we both ran to the elevator together.
He had been dropping hints all year... and maybe before. Just little gestures, little words, small things I had missed completely. He stared at me admiringly sometimes, sometimes he grinned for no particular reason... whatever it was, I had been missing it.
And guess who told me that I was ignoring it? Kate. Of all people, my utter enemy had to be the one to point it out. It really *must* have been obvious, if Kate had to be the one to tell me. I didn't believe her at first, but then I caught on to his little hints. Every time he said, "You're great," or whenever he was trying to protect me... I noticed it. And I couldn't help but think that Kate could be right.
And after the incident at the murder mystery party, and the yearbook thing... and this... I felt as if maybe the feelings weren't just running one-way. Sacrificing a whole trip for me... I couldn't believe it. Where else would I find a guy so amazingly perfect? He had saved me from total humiliation, and he had been always by my side.
It was nice... having someone who cared so much for me. And now I felt as if I could spend my entire life with him. I mean, from day one God had been hinting for us to get together. Pushing us. Every year there were many incidents that indicated we were destined to be together. Like that one time in first grade when I had kissed him on the cheek after he helped me take care of my skinned knee. Or when he and I went to a fortune teller in fifth grade, and she said we were going to get married... never had these happenings mattered as much as they mattered now.
I had kissed him for more than one reason. One, I was thanking him, for always being there, to help me when I'd fall, to cheer me up when I was sad, or for giving up so much just so I could be happy. Two, I had always wondered what kissing him was going to be like. It seemed stupid, but it surely wasn't. It's what happens when your best friend is a boy. Three, I knew he wanted it... and four... so did I.
I didn't really *care* what other people thought anymore. Gordo was a great guy, probably one of the greatest... and he was all mine now.
On the way down from the elevator, I was surprised to see that Gordo was clutching my hand. I smiled at him, and he smiled back.
"Are we a couple now?" I had the guts to ask.
He looked taken aback. I would be, if someone had asked me something like that. "What do you think?"
I wrinkled my nose. "I don't know... that's why I asked you."
"Why did you kiss me?"
"Because I felt like it."
"You have any idea how much I wanted that?"
"Yeah, I sort of did."
I expected him to answer with a 'you did?', but he just smiled at me, and held the elevator door open for me. Another thing I liked about him. He was so polite.
"Gordo..." I said, looking at the ground.
"What?"
"Um... don't-don't tell anyone about... about this, okay?" I said.
His smile disappeared.
"I mean-it's just that I don't know how to 'classify' us right now-it's confusing." I added hastily so he wouldn't feel as if I didn't like him, because I did.
He still looked crushed.
"Gordo, I really like you... but, I don't know if I like *like* you. I might... just give me a chance." I pleaded in a whisper so no one could hear me but him.
His eyes shimmered, and he smiled again. "Lizzie... I'll give you a million chances."
Oh, my gosh, he was so sweet. I was about to say so when Mrs. Ungermeyer barged right in.
"McGuire! The press wants you!"
I jumped. "Okay... I'm coming."
Mrs. Ungermeyer looked at me sternly and left us alone once again.
Gordo looked at the ground. "Think about it, okay?"
I nodded. "I already have."
He raised his eyebrows.
"I like you Gordo." I confessed, kissing him on the cheek. "A lot."
Gordo grinned at me one last time. I smiled back, and then I headed off for an interview, thinking of what life would be like now that Gordo and I were a couple.
A/N: Anyone who answers this for me will get a BIG thank you and a sneak peek of my next new story! I'm desperate!!!:
Whose sum is 10 times their difference and whose product is close to but greater than 3000. Pick two numbers; 62, 89, 21, 29, 82, 98, 34, 51, 48, 73, 85, 42, 13, 24.
BUNCHES OF THANKS TO WHOEVER ANSWERS CORRECTLY!
A/N: Not many reviews... oh, well. At least some people are taking the liberty of reading this... and that's good!
I'm going to post my new story, 'Love Connection', really soon. It's going to be pretty short, like Amnesia was, but who really cares? I think it's going to be really cute and humorous. It starts off with Ronnie's POV, so it's kind of unique... but I know all you will love it.
OMG... math homework... five hours of my three-day fall break wasted on crappy homework! I'm so glad to take a break. Writing is great. It has no rules... no decimals, no fractions, no multiplication, no square roots... no right answer. Math makes you feel so trapped, as if there is one way to do something and one thing only. Writing is so free spirited!
Well, before you read this, I suggest you watch all the L/G episodes of Lizzie McGuire and the movie, because you get this... feeling.
I know you've been waiting for this chapter ever since this story got posted, so here we go... Lizzie and Gordo become an official couple!
***
Lizzie's POV
It was weird... Gordo and I grew tighter than ever when Miranda went to Mexico for the summer. Sometimes I was scared we were too close. Of course, I didn't know about his major crush on me... so I thought it was odd.
Then Kate had to go and tell me.
Everything went wild from then. I tried to ignore it, but every time I was around him, I felt this over-friendly vibe wash over me. I didn't know if it was because I knew he liked me... or I liked him. I was confused.
'You rock. Don't ever change. And only, I really mean it.' The subscription Gordo had written in my yearbook had made me flood over in admiration. I had kissed him on the cheek, making myself believe it was only friendly...
But then came Rome.
Rome was the eternal city. The city of romance... kind of ironic. And then I had to go and fall for this idiot, Paolo. He used me in a way I couldn't even imagine, but I was completely vulnerable to it. I continued to sneak in and out of our hotel, awestruck by Paolo's artificial kindness.
Gordo covered for me one time that I almost got caught... and got himself kicked off the trip. I was flattered. No one would do that for me... but Gordo would. And then somehow he managed to stay, and now here we were, on the balcony of the hotel, having a conversation that altered out lives completely...
***
I bit my lower lip as I realized what I had done.
I.
Had.
Kissed.
Gordo.
Gordo was grinning at me sheepishly, and I knew he wasn't going to speak first. I gulped as I searched for something to say.
"Um... we better get downstairs before we get into anymore trouble." He said, his voice shaking.
I smiled at him. He was cute when he was nervous. "Yeah-yeah. I can't afford any more trouble..." I trailed off, and we both ran to the elevator together.
He had been dropping hints all year... and maybe before. Just little gestures, little words, small things I had missed completely. He stared at me admiringly sometimes, sometimes he grinned for no particular reason... whatever it was, I had been missing it.
And guess who told me that I was ignoring it? Kate. Of all people, my utter enemy had to be the one to point it out. It really *must* have been obvious, if Kate had to be the one to tell me. I didn't believe her at first, but then I caught on to his little hints. Every time he said, "You're great," or whenever he was trying to protect me... I noticed it. And I couldn't help but think that Kate could be right.
And after the incident at the murder mystery party, and the yearbook thing... and this... I felt as if maybe the feelings weren't just running one-way. Sacrificing a whole trip for me... I couldn't believe it. Where else would I find a guy so amazingly perfect? He had saved me from total humiliation, and he had been always by my side.
It was nice... having someone who cared so much for me. And now I felt as if I could spend my entire life with him. I mean, from day one God had been hinting for us to get together. Pushing us. Every year there were many incidents that indicated we were destined to be together. Like that one time in first grade when I had kissed him on the cheek after he helped me take care of my skinned knee. Or when he and I went to a fortune teller in fifth grade, and she said we were going to get married... never had these happenings mattered as much as they mattered now.
I had kissed him for more than one reason. One, I was thanking him, for always being there, to help me when I'd fall, to cheer me up when I was sad, or for giving up so much just so I could be happy. Two, I had always wondered what kissing him was going to be like. It seemed stupid, but it surely wasn't. It's what happens when your best friend is a boy. Three, I knew he wanted it... and four... so did I.
I didn't really *care* what other people thought anymore. Gordo was a great guy, probably one of the greatest... and he was all mine now.
On the way down from the elevator, I was surprised to see that Gordo was clutching my hand. I smiled at him, and he smiled back.
"Are we a couple now?" I had the guts to ask.
He looked taken aback. I would be, if someone had asked me something like that. "What do you think?"
I wrinkled my nose. "I don't know... that's why I asked you."
"Why did you kiss me?"
"Because I felt like it."
"You have any idea how much I wanted that?"
"Yeah, I sort of did."
I expected him to answer with a 'you did?', but he just smiled at me, and held the elevator door open for me. Another thing I liked about him. He was so polite.
"Gordo..." I said, looking at the ground.
"What?"
"Um... don't-don't tell anyone about... about this, okay?" I said.
His smile disappeared.
"I mean-it's just that I don't know how to 'classify' us right now-it's confusing." I added hastily so he wouldn't feel as if I didn't like him, because I did.
He still looked crushed.
"Gordo, I really like you... but, I don't know if I like *like* you. I might... just give me a chance." I pleaded in a whisper so no one could hear me but him.
His eyes shimmered, and he smiled again. "Lizzie... I'll give you a million chances."
Oh, my gosh, he was so sweet. I was about to say so when Mrs. Ungermeyer barged right in.
"McGuire! The press wants you!"
I jumped. "Okay... I'm coming."
Mrs. Ungermeyer looked at me sternly and left us alone once again.
Gordo looked at the ground. "Think about it, okay?"
I nodded. "I already have."
He raised his eyebrows.
"I like you Gordo." I confessed, kissing him on the cheek. "A lot."
Gordo grinned at me one last time. I smiled back, and then I headed off for an interview, thinking of what life would be like now that Gordo and I were a couple.
A/N: Anyone who answers this for me will get a BIG thank you and a sneak peek of my next new story! I'm desperate!!!:
Whose sum is 10 times their difference and whose product is close to but greater than 3000. Pick two numbers; 62, 89, 21, 29, 82, 98, 34, 51, 48, 73, 85, 42, 13, 24.
BUNCHES OF THANKS TO WHOEVER ANSWERS CORRECTLY!