***Happy Holidays! Okay, so like considering the fact that I got up at 6:45 and everything was pretty much over by eight, well, there you go.***
***I do not own Lizzie McGuire.***
Chapter Eleven
Awkward Sundays
~Ethan~
Right, so Lizzie and I were walking to um, well for the time being, my house and things were going well. I was still unclear about whether or not I was dating Lizzie, so just to be safe; I kept my hands to myself. I mean, it wasn't too hard because Lizzie wasn't exactly offering her hand or anything, but still, if I am supposed to be dating someone, I feel guilty for not showing some sort of affection.
The conversation was pretty light, mostly Lizzie mumbling about some paper due tomorrow. I guess I am lucky that I am not in that same class. Or am I?
I was trying to think really hard about whether or not I had a paper due when all of the sudden Lizzie pulls a 180 on me and says, "You know I start tutoring Ethan tomorrow, right?"
She is? How come nobody ever tells me these things??? Wait! I am not Ethan! I am Gordo. She thinks she is tutoring Ethan when she is really tutoring Gordo. What subject does Gordo need help in though?
Oh well. That is so not my problem now that everyone thinks I am Gordo. I wonder, now that I am Gordo, if I will become smarter. If I have to be Gordo tomorrow, that means I have to take, like, advanced classes, right? Ooh! Since Gordo is me, maybe he can raise my APG . . .PAG . . .GAP. . .that thing that goes on my high school record that has all those numbers. That college teacher person that actually doesn't teach any classes says that mine is in trouble. Right now it's a 1.9 (I remember that because that is my birthday. Coolie, huh?) and she says that it needs to be a 2.3 by the end of the semester. I don't understand how this thing works, but if it isn't raised, I have to go through some special program or something after school. What does this lady want from me? I mean, I already can't play sports because of my grades, now she says I should spend less time with girls and more time with books. Um . . .right.
"Um, Gordo?" Lizzie repeated, nudging me, causing me to shake out of my thoughts, "Have any ideas about Ethan?"
Ethan? Since when are we talking about me? Oh right, there was something she said about me, but now I can't remember. I guess I was thinking too hard or something. "Um, not really."
"Oh," Lizzie shrugged, "I guess it can't be too hard. I mean, you have to give the guy a little credit. Ethan may not have logic, but I am sure if he applied himself a little more and practiced everything and maybe if he actually did his homework on occasion, he would be doing a lot better in Algebra."
"If he applied himself a little more," I thought, trying to think of where I had heard that phrase. I feel like I hear or read that a lot. I just can't remember where. "Yeah, maybe," I said, thinking the less I talked, the sooner I would be home, wherever that is.
I listened, only paying a little more attention this time, as Lizzie talked about tutoring me. She sounded like she knew what she was talking about. Maybe I should listen to her and actually have her tutor me.
We finally reached Gordo's house, and Lizzie stopped at the front door. I didn't want to be rude or anything, but why was she standing there? Did she want to come in or something?
"Are you sure you can't go to a movie this afternoon?" She asked. Does Gordo owe her a date or something?
"It's tempting," I said, "but I really shouldn't. I really have to go and. . ."
"I know, read books," she said, rolling her eyes and smiling, "Maybe some other time then.
I nodded my head, "Yeah, like next week or something." By then I should be back to normal, right?
Lizzie nodded her head, "Yeah, definitely."
The girl was still standing there. Why? Oh, right. I am supposed to date the girl. Maybe she expects a kiss or something.
"So," I said, and I leaned in and quickly kissed her cheek, "thanks for walking me home."
I went into the house and shut the door. I really hope I did the right thing.
~~~
~Lizzie~
After Gordo shut the door, I stood there in shock for a second. I half expected Gordo to open the door again and laugh or something, but he didn't.
I turned around and headed home. Maybe that kiss meant nothing, or maybe he was trying to tell me something. I don't know. All I do know is that that has never happened before.
I will admit that Gordo has been acting really strange the past two days, but I am beginning to think that maybe this change is a good thing.
~~~
~Gordo~
After an hour of trying to call my house, telling Mr. Craft that it was for the project, he finally picked up the phone. He sounded kind of strange, but then again, you try listening to your own voice talk back to you and tell me if it sounds strange. Anyway, I asked him what his classes were, and he told me his schedule. Then, because I figured he wasn't going to ask, I told him my schedule. I was just about to hang up the phone when he said, "Oh yeah, don't forget that Lizzie starts tutoring you tomorrow."
Oh yeah, I forgot about that. How did he know about this? "How did you know?"
"Lizzie told me."
What??? When did he talk to Lizzie? "You talked to Lizzie?"
"Well, yeah," he said, "I mean, how else was I supposed to get home? You made me leave without even telling me how to get to your house."
Oops. Forgot that I was dealing with Mr. Forgetful, "So you ended up at Lizzie's?"
"Um, no. I ended up at the Digital Bean."
What?? There are people there? "Who else did you talk to?"
"Oh, only Lizzie. She walked me home."
"Did she say anything?"
"Um, well she wanted to go to a movie with me."
"And you told her no, right?"
"Yeah, I told her we could do that next week."
There is someone out there watching over me after all!!! Yes! Good Ethan!
"I also kissed her on the cheek."
What? I did not just hear that! No! No! No! Bad Ethan! "Why?"
"Because I didn't think you would like it if I kissed her on the lips."
Well, yeah, but I would also like it if there were no kisses at all. Great! I kissed Lizzie before I ever really got to kiss her. "Why would you kiss her?"
"Aren't you two dating?"
Um, no, "No. What gave you that idea?"
"Dude! She asked you to the movies. I thought she was asking you on a date or something!"
"Ethan, we always go to the movies together. It's not a date, though."
"Well, no one ever told me that."
Great! What am I supposed to do now? Lizzie probably thinks I am the biggest freak, "I guess it was an honest mistake. I will, however go ahead and tell you so you will know in the future, I am not dating anyone."
"Does that mean I can go out with anyone as you?"
"NO! No way! You can't do that! Just lay low for the next week and don't ask anyone out. Oh, and don't kiss anyone else either, especially Lizzie." You've already kissed my best friend.
"Dude, I'm sorry I kissed her. I thought that you two were an item or something."
"We aren't" To my disappointment.
"Okay. I guess I will apologize to her."
"No! I mean, no need to do that," I said. Sometimes, apologies would just make things worse, and more awkward, like in this case, "Just don't do it again." Please don't do it again. PLEASE.
I can't believe he kissed her!!! Why is God trying to punish me???
~~~
~Lizzie~
As soon as I got home, I went to my computer to put some finishing touches on my essay. I still don't know what to think of this whole Gordo kissing me on this cheek thing, but decided as I was walking back to my house that it was probably nothing and wasn't a big deal.
Unless, he wants to make it a big deal. I know from experience that kisses on the cheek are not a really big thing. I mean, imagine back when I kissed Gordo if he spent day after day thinking about those kisses and wondering what would happen if it was more than a casual friendly kiss on the cheek.
On the other hand, I can also sympathize with him if he did think about it because I think I am I may be thinking about this kiss for a long time.
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***Happy Holidays!***
***As always, feel free to review. In fact, I insist upon it. I am not updating this until I receive at least a thousand reviews for this chapter. What? A thousand is too much? Nonsense! Make it two thousand! (or just one)***
***I do not own Lizzie McGuire.***
Chapter Eleven
Awkward Sundays
~Ethan~
Right, so Lizzie and I were walking to um, well for the time being, my house and things were going well. I was still unclear about whether or not I was dating Lizzie, so just to be safe; I kept my hands to myself. I mean, it wasn't too hard because Lizzie wasn't exactly offering her hand or anything, but still, if I am supposed to be dating someone, I feel guilty for not showing some sort of affection.
The conversation was pretty light, mostly Lizzie mumbling about some paper due tomorrow. I guess I am lucky that I am not in that same class. Or am I?
I was trying to think really hard about whether or not I had a paper due when all of the sudden Lizzie pulls a 180 on me and says, "You know I start tutoring Ethan tomorrow, right?"
She is? How come nobody ever tells me these things??? Wait! I am not Ethan! I am Gordo. She thinks she is tutoring Ethan when she is really tutoring Gordo. What subject does Gordo need help in though?
Oh well. That is so not my problem now that everyone thinks I am Gordo. I wonder, now that I am Gordo, if I will become smarter. If I have to be Gordo tomorrow, that means I have to take, like, advanced classes, right? Ooh! Since Gordo is me, maybe he can raise my APG . . .PAG . . .GAP. . .that thing that goes on my high school record that has all those numbers. That college teacher person that actually doesn't teach any classes says that mine is in trouble. Right now it's a 1.9 (I remember that because that is my birthday. Coolie, huh?) and she says that it needs to be a 2.3 by the end of the semester. I don't understand how this thing works, but if it isn't raised, I have to go through some special program or something after school. What does this lady want from me? I mean, I already can't play sports because of my grades, now she says I should spend less time with girls and more time with books. Um . . .right.
"Um, Gordo?" Lizzie repeated, nudging me, causing me to shake out of my thoughts, "Have any ideas about Ethan?"
Ethan? Since when are we talking about me? Oh right, there was something she said about me, but now I can't remember. I guess I was thinking too hard or something. "Um, not really."
"Oh," Lizzie shrugged, "I guess it can't be too hard. I mean, you have to give the guy a little credit. Ethan may not have logic, but I am sure if he applied himself a little more and practiced everything and maybe if he actually did his homework on occasion, he would be doing a lot better in Algebra."
"If he applied himself a little more," I thought, trying to think of where I had heard that phrase. I feel like I hear or read that a lot. I just can't remember where. "Yeah, maybe," I said, thinking the less I talked, the sooner I would be home, wherever that is.
I listened, only paying a little more attention this time, as Lizzie talked about tutoring me. She sounded like she knew what she was talking about. Maybe I should listen to her and actually have her tutor me.
We finally reached Gordo's house, and Lizzie stopped at the front door. I didn't want to be rude or anything, but why was she standing there? Did she want to come in or something?
"Are you sure you can't go to a movie this afternoon?" She asked. Does Gordo owe her a date or something?
"It's tempting," I said, "but I really shouldn't. I really have to go and. . ."
"I know, read books," she said, rolling her eyes and smiling, "Maybe some other time then.
I nodded my head, "Yeah, like next week or something." By then I should be back to normal, right?
Lizzie nodded her head, "Yeah, definitely."
The girl was still standing there. Why? Oh, right. I am supposed to date the girl. Maybe she expects a kiss or something.
"So," I said, and I leaned in and quickly kissed her cheek, "thanks for walking me home."
I went into the house and shut the door. I really hope I did the right thing.
~~~
~Lizzie~
After Gordo shut the door, I stood there in shock for a second. I half expected Gordo to open the door again and laugh or something, but he didn't.
I turned around and headed home. Maybe that kiss meant nothing, or maybe he was trying to tell me something. I don't know. All I do know is that that has never happened before.
I will admit that Gordo has been acting really strange the past two days, but I am beginning to think that maybe this change is a good thing.
~~~
~Gordo~
After an hour of trying to call my house, telling Mr. Craft that it was for the project, he finally picked up the phone. He sounded kind of strange, but then again, you try listening to your own voice talk back to you and tell me if it sounds strange. Anyway, I asked him what his classes were, and he told me his schedule. Then, because I figured he wasn't going to ask, I told him my schedule. I was just about to hang up the phone when he said, "Oh yeah, don't forget that Lizzie starts tutoring you tomorrow."
Oh yeah, I forgot about that. How did he know about this? "How did you know?"
"Lizzie told me."
What??? When did he talk to Lizzie? "You talked to Lizzie?"
"Well, yeah," he said, "I mean, how else was I supposed to get home? You made me leave without even telling me how to get to your house."
Oops. Forgot that I was dealing with Mr. Forgetful, "So you ended up at Lizzie's?"
"Um, no. I ended up at the Digital Bean."
What?? There are people there? "Who else did you talk to?"
"Oh, only Lizzie. She walked me home."
"Did she say anything?"
"Um, well she wanted to go to a movie with me."
"And you told her no, right?"
"Yeah, I told her we could do that next week."
There is someone out there watching over me after all!!! Yes! Good Ethan!
"I also kissed her on the cheek."
What? I did not just hear that! No! No! No! Bad Ethan! "Why?"
"Because I didn't think you would like it if I kissed her on the lips."
Well, yeah, but I would also like it if there were no kisses at all. Great! I kissed Lizzie before I ever really got to kiss her. "Why would you kiss her?"
"Aren't you two dating?"
Um, no, "No. What gave you that idea?"
"Dude! She asked you to the movies. I thought she was asking you on a date or something!"
"Ethan, we always go to the movies together. It's not a date, though."
"Well, no one ever told me that."
Great! What am I supposed to do now? Lizzie probably thinks I am the biggest freak, "I guess it was an honest mistake. I will, however go ahead and tell you so you will know in the future, I am not dating anyone."
"Does that mean I can go out with anyone as you?"
"NO! No way! You can't do that! Just lay low for the next week and don't ask anyone out. Oh, and don't kiss anyone else either, especially Lizzie." You've already kissed my best friend.
"Dude, I'm sorry I kissed her. I thought that you two were an item or something."
"We aren't" To my disappointment.
"Okay. I guess I will apologize to her."
"No! I mean, no need to do that," I said. Sometimes, apologies would just make things worse, and more awkward, like in this case, "Just don't do it again." Please don't do it again. PLEASE.
I can't believe he kissed her!!! Why is God trying to punish me???
~~~
~Lizzie~
As soon as I got home, I went to my computer to put some finishing touches on my essay. I still don't know what to think of this whole Gordo kissing me on this cheek thing, but decided as I was walking back to my house that it was probably nothing and wasn't a big deal.
Unless, he wants to make it a big deal. I know from experience that kisses on the cheek are not a really big thing. I mean, imagine back when I kissed Gordo if he spent day after day thinking about those kisses and wondering what would happen if it was more than a casual friendly kiss on the cheek.
On the other hand, I can also sympathize with him if he did think about it because I think I am I may be thinking about this kiss for a long time.
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***Happy Holidays!***
***As always, feel free to review. In fact, I insist upon it. I am not updating this until I receive at least a thousand reviews for this chapter. What? A thousand is too much? Nonsense! Make it two thousand! (or just one)***