Chapter Sixteen: Closer Than Close
A/N: Sorry it took so long. My computer was all messed up and we had to transfer all my 'valuable' files onto several disks, and Microsoft Word had a virus and I had to install and delete it many times... I was waiting for the previous chapter to be 'proofread', but that never happened so sorry about that... and also along with that... I'm having homework to the max so... sorry. But you have to forgive me... this chapter is all sweet fluffy stuff! Next chapter is sad... this is fun!
I'm so happy! I have, like, one seventy something reviews for just this! That is so cool! I keep all of my reviews (and mostly all of the emails I get), and my email is filled to the brim... eventually I'm going to have to change it or something. ^_^
AHHH! GO SEE CHEAPER BY THE DOZEN!!! It is so good!
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Gordo's POV
Tenth grade. the year I told her I loved her. The year she made me beat a guy up because I loved her so much. She was my everything, or at least at the moment. Nothing mean more to me than her. And I got teased. Teased for being so madly in love at so young of an age. And you what? I didn't care.
Just me and her until the end of time.
***
"It's not my fault Mr. and Mrs. Rossellini didn't have blue chrysanthemums!" I protested, whacking Lizzie with a pillow. "You'll have to deal with roses."
"Hey! You messed my hair up! Now everyone's going to think I look horrible!" Lizzie exclaimed, running her fingers through her hair.
The fall dance was only a few short minutes away. Lizzie had specifically asked me for a blue chrysanthemum bouquet, but the store didn't carry those (I didn't think they existed.), so I got her red roses (which were actually much more expensive), and they matched her dress perfectly. I didn't see the problem.
"Lizzie... you're couldn't ever look horrible." I said, grabbing her by the waist. She turned around and stared into my eyes, and I started to gaze into hers. Neither of us spoke for about twenty seconds, but then finally Lizzie started leaning toward me.
I kissed her softly on the lips and shivered. Although we had been going out for a year, I still couldn't get over that little tingle I got every time our lips contacted with each other. But I didn't want Lizzie to know she made me uncomfortable, so I cracked a lame joke we pulled every time we kissed.
"Mmmm... what is that, strawberry?" I mumbled as the kiss deepened. "Or kiwi?" She giggled, which made her it kind of difficult to kiss her. "It's strawberry-kiwi lipgloss, you dope." She said as I felt her arms go around my shoulders and tickle the back of my neck.
"I liked the pineapple better."
I pulled her closer to me and we made out for... quite a while when Mrs. McGuire burst into the room. We snapped about immediately and started blushing. I mean, sure we were close, but when we caught kissing.. it was still embarrassing.
She shook her head at us admiringly. "You guys are so cute!" She exclaimed. "Well, come on downstairs now. We have to go."
Still staring at the floor, we walked out shamefully, as if we were under arrest, ready for the parents to gush over us and take a whole new bunch of pictures to add to their Lizzie/Gordo scrapbook.
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Lizzie's POV
"I'll be right back." Gordo said sweetly.
We were at the dance, and having an awesome time. Gordo was the cutest, sweetest, single most amazing person I had ever met in my life. And it felt like I had been his girlfriend since I was born. *Not* being his girlfriend, even thinking about it, sounded weird. I needed him, I needed it all. I needed the kisses he showered me with when I was sad. I needed his poetic words that always made me melt, even though they were stupid catch phrases from books.
"I'll miss you." I said, hugging him. "Love you."
He chuckled and headed toward the men's restroom.
I sighed and looked around the gym, watching who was dancing with who. Nothing new. I sighed again and headed toward the punch bowl to hang around. No date, go to punch bowl. It was like a ritual. I was about to get a glass of punch when all of a sudden-
"Hey, honey." A guy, Jason, I think, said. At first I didn't think he was talking to me, but when he wrapped his arms around my hips I was starting to get the idea.
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"You're hot." He whispered, pulling closer to me.
I blinked. "What!?" I exclaimed.
He started to kiss my neck. I tried to pry him off, but he wouldn't let go. "Get off me!" I cried. "Stop!" He didn't listen. He just kept on kissing and tightening his grip on me.
I started squawking. When he reached for my rear end, I started to cry. I couldn't stop him, and no one seemed to hear my pleas of help. He wouldn't get off me and kept muttering things like, "come on, baby, don't act so immature". I couldn't do anything but cry over and over for him to stop.
And before I knew it, someone was prying him off me. And right after that I was watching Gordo and Jason beat each other to shreds.
"Gordo!" I shrieked. "Get off him!"
Everyone had stopped dancing and now were watching Jason and Gordo punching each other on the floor. Jason was a cussing machine, and Gordo.
"DAVID ZEPHYR GORDON! Don't kill him!" I yelled. "Stop! I mean it!"
They were both bleeding from more than one place, and Gordo had a black eye. Still, they didn't give up. There was nothing we could do. We all stood there, me screaming at Gordo to stop, until several chaperones started to pry them off each other. I was shivering as I saw Gordo get up. He was bleeding from head to toe.
"Lizzie." He choked out.
"Mr. Gordon, Mr. Walker, what's the meaning of this?" A chaperone demanded. "He jumped on top of me before I could do anything!" Jason protested. "He's a madman, I tell you!"
"Is this true?" She asked Gordo.
"He was kissing my girlfriend." Gordo said weakly, hands behind his back. "He was practically raping her."
"Who's you're girlfriend?"
"I am." I said, steeping forward. "And he's right. He was kissing me against my own free will."
The chaperone looked confused. "Go home. Just-just go home. All of you." She said, making shooing motions with her hand.
***
"I can't believe you did that!" I exclaimed. "Are you, like, insane? Jason could've seriously killed you!"
He moaned as I run the wet cloth across the wound on his arm gently. "Owwww! Liz-zie!"
I slapped him with it.
"Hey!" He cried. "What are you *doing*!?"
"Why did you start that fight?" I slapped him with the cloth again. "Huh, huh? Is it because you think I can't fight my own battles?"
"No, Lizzie, I-"
I whipped the wet cloth against his flesh and he yelped. "'No, Lizzie.'" I mimicked. "You are stupid, you know that? You are the stupidest person in this entire world! I could've gotten him off me without your help, you know! But you know what the funniest thing is? I liked it! I liked kissing him, mmm-hmm. I *liked* it! And you know why? Because I never get to do any of that stuff with you! And *you're* supposed to be my boyfriend! You!" I poked him in the shoulder. "You!"
"M-me?" He stuttered.
"Uh, like, DUH!" I frowned and sat down on the floor. "You're my boyfriend, and have *you* ever pushed me into a corner and forcefully made out with me? Have you?"
"I, uh, never thought you wanted to." He said, rubbing the places I'd hurt him.
"Well, I don't!"
"Then why did you say that you did!?" He sighed. "Look, the only reason I jumped on that guy is because I love you, Lizzie McGuire, I love you!"
God.
I never thought he would say that.
I mean, in all the years I've known David Gordon, I've known him as a friend, and slowly as a boyfriend, but never did I think that he would fall in love with someone so easily. especially me. And hearing that from Gordo's mouth just made me melt.
"I couldn't let anyone else hurt you. I didn't want you to leave me." He kept talking, but I didn't listen. Love me? Did he seriously mean that? Like, love love? The real love? Or was he just making fun of me? Taking all my feelings for him and making a fool out of myself?
".and I'm sorry."
"Oh, Gordo." I said, inching closer to him. I would've sat down next to him on the couch, but I couldn't since he was lying down, shirtless, and bleeding. "I love you too."
He smiled, touching the part he was bleeding the most. "Good. Now please take care of my chest. it's killing me!"
"I'm gonna get more ice from mom, okay?"
"No, don't leave me, Lizzie, I won't survive without you." He said, placing a hand on my head.
I giggled. "Gordo, get up and scoot over. I'm sick of you hogging the couch."
He grinned and let me sit down next to him, and automatically started caressing my hair.
"Do you feel better now?" I asked, snuggling into him.
"Not exactly."
I bent over and kissed every one of his wounds. "Now?"
He shrugged. "A little."
I kissed him on the lips. "Now?"
He smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. I tried to hide my smile. He did this almost every time before he kissed me. And I was right. In a very short while, I was making out with Gordo. He didn't even try to crack one of his lame jokes. He just kept kissing, and I kept kissing back.
Before I knew it, he was kissing my neck and caressing my hair. At first I was in heaven, but then I couldn't help but giggle. I mean, here I was, making out with a guy shirtless and wounded so bad he could barely move.
The kiss slowly ended, and when it did, I started to fix up his injuries again. "Hey, Lizzie?" He asked as I wrapped some gauze around his hand.
"Yeah?"
"Two things. One, I love you."
I smiled. "And."
"And. I don't know if anyone has ever told you this, but you're really hot when you're mad."
A/N: Sorry it took so long. My computer was all messed up and we had to transfer all my 'valuable' files onto several disks, and Microsoft Word had a virus and I had to install and delete it many times... I was waiting for the previous chapter to be 'proofread', but that never happened so sorry about that... and also along with that... I'm having homework to the max so... sorry. But you have to forgive me... this chapter is all sweet fluffy stuff! Next chapter is sad... this is fun!
I'm so happy! I have, like, one seventy something reviews for just this! That is so cool! I keep all of my reviews (and mostly all of the emails I get), and my email is filled to the brim... eventually I'm going to have to change it or something. ^_^
AHHH! GO SEE CHEAPER BY THE DOZEN!!! It is so good!
***
Gordo's POV
Tenth grade. the year I told her I loved her. The year she made me beat a guy up because I loved her so much. She was my everything, or at least at the moment. Nothing mean more to me than her. And I got teased. Teased for being so madly in love at so young of an age. And you what? I didn't care.
Just me and her until the end of time.
***
"It's not my fault Mr. and Mrs. Rossellini didn't have blue chrysanthemums!" I protested, whacking Lizzie with a pillow. "You'll have to deal with roses."
"Hey! You messed my hair up! Now everyone's going to think I look horrible!" Lizzie exclaimed, running her fingers through her hair.
The fall dance was only a few short minutes away. Lizzie had specifically asked me for a blue chrysanthemum bouquet, but the store didn't carry those (I didn't think they existed.), so I got her red roses (which were actually much more expensive), and they matched her dress perfectly. I didn't see the problem.
"Lizzie... you're couldn't ever look horrible." I said, grabbing her by the waist. She turned around and stared into my eyes, and I started to gaze into hers. Neither of us spoke for about twenty seconds, but then finally Lizzie started leaning toward me.
I kissed her softly on the lips and shivered. Although we had been going out for a year, I still couldn't get over that little tingle I got every time our lips contacted with each other. But I didn't want Lizzie to know she made me uncomfortable, so I cracked a lame joke we pulled every time we kissed.
"Mmmm... what is that, strawberry?" I mumbled as the kiss deepened. "Or kiwi?" She giggled, which made her it kind of difficult to kiss her. "It's strawberry-kiwi lipgloss, you dope." She said as I felt her arms go around my shoulders and tickle the back of my neck.
"I liked the pineapple better."
I pulled her closer to me and we made out for... quite a while when Mrs. McGuire burst into the room. We snapped about immediately and started blushing. I mean, sure we were close, but when we caught kissing.. it was still embarrassing.
She shook her head at us admiringly. "You guys are so cute!" She exclaimed. "Well, come on downstairs now. We have to go."
Still staring at the floor, we walked out shamefully, as if we were under arrest, ready for the parents to gush over us and take a whole new bunch of pictures to add to their Lizzie/Gordo scrapbook.
***
Lizzie's POV
"I'll be right back." Gordo said sweetly.
We were at the dance, and having an awesome time. Gordo was the cutest, sweetest, single most amazing person I had ever met in my life. And it felt like I had been his girlfriend since I was born. *Not* being his girlfriend, even thinking about it, sounded weird. I needed him, I needed it all. I needed the kisses he showered me with when I was sad. I needed his poetic words that always made me melt, even though they were stupid catch phrases from books.
"I'll miss you." I said, hugging him. "Love you."
He chuckled and headed toward the men's restroom.
I sighed and looked around the gym, watching who was dancing with who. Nothing new. I sighed again and headed toward the punch bowl to hang around. No date, go to punch bowl. It was like a ritual. I was about to get a glass of punch when all of a sudden-
"Hey, honey." A guy, Jason, I think, said. At first I didn't think he was talking to me, but when he wrapped his arms around my hips I was starting to get the idea.
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"You're hot." He whispered, pulling closer to me.
I blinked. "What!?" I exclaimed.
He started to kiss my neck. I tried to pry him off, but he wouldn't let go. "Get off me!" I cried. "Stop!" He didn't listen. He just kept on kissing and tightening his grip on me.
I started squawking. When he reached for my rear end, I started to cry. I couldn't stop him, and no one seemed to hear my pleas of help. He wouldn't get off me and kept muttering things like, "come on, baby, don't act so immature". I couldn't do anything but cry over and over for him to stop.
And before I knew it, someone was prying him off me. And right after that I was watching Gordo and Jason beat each other to shreds.
"Gordo!" I shrieked. "Get off him!"
Everyone had stopped dancing and now were watching Jason and Gordo punching each other on the floor. Jason was a cussing machine, and Gordo.
"DAVID ZEPHYR GORDON! Don't kill him!" I yelled. "Stop! I mean it!"
They were both bleeding from more than one place, and Gordo had a black eye. Still, they didn't give up. There was nothing we could do. We all stood there, me screaming at Gordo to stop, until several chaperones started to pry them off each other. I was shivering as I saw Gordo get up. He was bleeding from head to toe.
"Lizzie." He choked out.
"Mr. Gordon, Mr. Walker, what's the meaning of this?" A chaperone demanded. "He jumped on top of me before I could do anything!" Jason protested. "He's a madman, I tell you!"
"Is this true?" She asked Gordo.
"He was kissing my girlfriend." Gordo said weakly, hands behind his back. "He was practically raping her."
"Who's you're girlfriend?"
"I am." I said, steeping forward. "And he's right. He was kissing me against my own free will."
The chaperone looked confused. "Go home. Just-just go home. All of you." She said, making shooing motions with her hand.
***
"I can't believe you did that!" I exclaimed. "Are you, like, insane? Jason could've seriously killed you!"
He moaned as I run the wet cloth across the wound on his arm gently. "Owwww! Liz-zie!"
I slapped him with it.
"Hey!" He cried. "What are you *doing*!?"
"Why did you start that fight?" I slapped him with the cloth again. "Huh, huh? Is it because you think I can't fight my own battles?"
"No, Lizzie, I-"
I whipped the wet cloth against his flesh and he yelped. "'No, Lizzie.'" I mimicked. "You are stupid, you know that? You are the stupidest person in this entire world! I could've gotten him off me without your help, you know! But you know what the funniest thing is? I liked it! I liked kissing him, mmm-hmm. I *liked* it! And you know why? Because I never get to do any of that stuff with you! And *you're* supposed to be my boyfriend! You!" I poked him in the shoulder. "You!"
"M-me?" He stuttered.
"Uh, like, DUH!" I frowned and sat down on the floor. "You're my boyfriend, and have *you* ever pushed me into a corner and forcefully made out with me? Have you?"
"I, uh, never thought you wanted to." He said, rubbing the places I'd hurt him.
"Well, I don't!"
"Then why did you say that you did!?" He sighed. "Look, the only reason I jumped on that guy is because I love you, Lizzie McGuire, I love you!"
God.
I never thought he would say that.
I mean, in all the years I've known David Gordon, I've known him as a friend, and slowly as a boyfriend, but never did I think that he would fall in love with someone so easily. especially me. And hearing that from Gordo's mouth just made me melt.
"I couldn't let anyone else hurt you. I didn't want you to leave me." He kept talking, but I didn't listen. Love me? Did he seriously mean that? Like, love love? The real love? Or was he just making fun of me? Taking all my feelings for him and making a fool out of myself?
".and I'm sorry."
"Oh, Gordo." I said, inching closer to him. I would've sat down next to him on the couch, but I couldn't since he was lying down, shirtless, and bleeding. "I love you too."
He smiled, touching the part he was bleeding the most. "Good. Now please take care of my chest. it's killing me!"
"I'm gonna get more ice from mom, okay?"
"No, don't leave me, Lizzie, I won't survive without you." He said, placing a hand on my head.
I giggled. "Gordo, get up and scoot over. I'm sick of you hogging the couch."
He grinned and let me sit down next to him, and automatically started caressing my hair.
"Do you feel better now?" I asked, snuggling into him.
"Not exactly."
I bent over and kissed every one of his wounds. "Now?"
He shrugged. "A little."
I kissed him on the lips. "Now?"
He smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. I tried to hide my smile. He did this almost every time before he kissed me. And I was right. In a very short while, I was making out with Gordo. He didn't even try to crack one of his lame jokes. He just kept kissing, and I kept kissing back.
Before I knew it, he was kissing my neck and caressing my hair. At first I was in heaven, but then I couldn't help but giggle. I mean, here I was, making out with a guy shirtless and wounded so bad he could barely move.
The kiss slowly ended, and when it did, I started to fix up his injuries again. "Hey, Lizzie?" He asked as I wrapped some gauze around his hand.
"Yeah?"
"Two things. One, I love you."
I smiled. "And."
"And. I don't know if anyone has ever told you this, but you're really hot when you're mad."