This summer has been really hectic. I thought the last few weeks of
school were stressful, but as soon as school ended, I had all these other
things to do and accomplish. I just got back from this college thing last
night and I thought maybe this would be something.
I do not own Lizzie McGuire.
"Don't go tryin' some new fashion
Don't change the color of your hair;
You always have my unspoken passion
Though I might not seem to care."
-Billy Joel, "Just the Way You Are"
Chapter Sixteen
Just the Way You Are
Lizzie
I thought about the things I could do to manipulate Gordo with the information Ethan just told me. I could pull off some devious stuff. I can't believe he would do this all because he likes me. He must think I still like Ethan...even though I was over him years ago.
Ooh this is the kind of information I really want to share with someone, but everyone will think I'm crazy. If I hadn't been through with what I've been through with Ethan and Gordo these past three days, I wouldn't believe it myself. But it came straight from Gordo's mouth...and Ethan's brain. Had Ethan said it, I would have completely doubted it. And that's really horrible to say about Ethan, but it's true.
Anyway, after finishing my homework, I couldn't stop thinking about this whole situation. I wanted to know if it was true that Gordo liked me as more than a friend. I knew I couldn't do anything until the end of the week about it, but for now, knowing that there was a chance, it was weird.
Then I thought about everything. Gordo chose to be Ethan in hopes to win me over? That doesn't really seem like the Gordo I know. The whole reason I like Gordo in the first place is because he's sweet and he's not afraid to be himself. He's not ugly, either, but looks only get one so far in life. After thinking about it for a really long time, like, until mom called me for dinner, I was even more confused than I was when I didn't know what was going on. I thought Gordo was secure with who he was, but now this is making me question him. I mean, I know he probably thought this whole seven day thing was a joke, but still. There had to have been some truth in his wish. He didn't want me to like him. He wanted me to really confuse me so I would like Ethan and then when Ethan went back to himself, what would I do then? I thought I was flattered, but now I'm a little doubtful. I don't want to jump to conclusions, but I really want to know the truth. For some reason, I was really mad at Gordo. Only, my madness was interrupted when my mom called me down to dinner.
Ugh. Who decided family dinners were a good idea? Because, really, they aren't. My mom, my dad, Matt, and I have to sit and eat dinner together almost every night. Most families eat in shifts. I mean, could we at least cut this family dinner crap to once a week. I think being around Matt this much is ruining my karma. I think that's the right word, anyway...
Okay, so after another hideous meal with the family, talking as little as possible as I thought about this strange situation, I went back upstairs, continuing my anger towards Gordo. I really really wanted to get back at him for this, but how was I going to do that? I thought and I thought and I thought some more until I was interrupted when the phone rang. I jumped, but I answered it.
"Hello?"
"Lizzie?" Crap. It was Ethan's voice. That meant that it was really Gordo.
"Hey, Ethan," I said, "So, um, how are you?" Yeah, and what's your excuse for calling me as Ethan. Ethan never calls me, punk.
"I'm fine," he said. Yeah, he would be fine, "and you?"
"I'm fine, too," he said.
"Ethan? Is there any way I can help you with something?"
"Uh, well, um, yeah, actually," he said, stumbling on his words. Yeah, he can fluster all he wants, but that won't change my anger, "I wanted to thank you for helping me today with math. You helped a lot."
"Is that all?" I said. It was really difficult to be mad at Gordo in Ethan's voice. You really do associate voices with the people that belong to the voices.
"Um, no, actually I have something else to say. It's about Gordo."
"Yeah, I saw him after detention," I said, only to see what his response would be."
"Oh, really?" He asked. Hah! He seems a little nervous.
"Yeah, I'm thinking maybe I was jumping to conclusions before."
"Yeah, okay," he said. He was waiting for more. I could tell.
Okay, yeah, so looking back, maybe I shouldn't have been so angry with him and should have waited to hear his side of the story before I judged, but this was a time of confusion and he was the only one who could answer all my questions, yet I couldn't ask him anything. But I went on, "Yeah, besides, these changes aren't a big deal. In fact, they make him seem a lot more normal. You know what I'm talking about?" Okay, so yeah, I was still mad at him. It's going to take a while, explanation or not, to get over this.
He was silent on the other end for a minute. That comment wasn't that harsh, was it? "Yeah," he finally said, "more normal." Ouch. Maybe I touched a button I shouldn't have. I'm sorry Gordo! I didn't mean it! All I really mean is that I don't want you to change to try to impress me. It's like that Billy Joel song, I like you just the way you are!!!
"Not that he wasn't really normal before this," yeah, maybe I should shut up.
"Yeah, well, I should go...I'm really tired." Yikes. I really did hit something.
"Goodnight, Ethan. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Wait. What was it that you wanted to say about Gordo?"
"Oh, forget about it. It's not really important."
"Well, I'm always willing to listen. You're always welcome to call me."
"Yeah, thanks." He said, he wasn't very enthusiastic.
We hung up and I didn't know what to do. I went into that conversation angry and wanting some type of revenge, but once I said something, I didn't feel any better.
Yeah, so now I have to make a mental note tomorrow to assure Gordo that I was out of line, when I'm supposed to be talking to Ethan.
Oh, how I wish I could call Miranda and tell her what was going on. Actually, I wish I had NO idea what was going on.
I do not own Lizzie McGuire.
"Don't go tryin' some new fashion
Don't change the color of your hair;
You always have my unspoken passion
Though I might not seem to care."
-Billy Joel, "Just the Way You Are"
Chapter Sixteen
Just the Way You Are
Lizzie
I thought about the things I could do to manipulate Gordo with the information Ethan just told me. I could pull off some devious stuff. I can't believe he would do this all because he likes me. He must think I still like Ethan...even though I was over him years ago.
Ooh this is the kind of information I really want to share with someone, but everyone will think I'm crazy. If I hadn't been through with what I've been through with Ethan and Gordo these past three days, I wouldn't believe it myself. But it came straight from Gordo's mouth...and Ethan's brain. Had Ethan said it, I would have completely doubted it. And that's really horrible to say about Ethan, but it's true.
Anyway, after finishing my homework, I couldn't stop thinking about this whole situation. I wanted to know if it was true that Gordo liked me as more than a friend. I knew I couldn't do anything until the end of the week about it, but for now, knowing that there was a chance, it was weird.
Then I thought about everything. Gordo chose to be Ethan in hopes to win me over? That doesn't really seem like the Gordo I know. The whole reason I like Gordo in the first place is because he's sweet and he's not afraid to be himself. He's not ugly, either, but looks only get one so far in life. After thinking about it for a really long time, like, until mom called me for dinner, I was even more confused than I was when I didn't know what was going on. I thought Gordo was secure with who he was, but now this is making me question him. I mean, I know he probably thought this whole seven day thing was a joke, but still. There had to have been some truth in his wish. He didn't want me to like him. He wanted me to really confuse me so I would like Ethan and then when Ethan went back to himself, what would I do then? I thought I was flattered, but now I'm a little doubtful. I don't want to jump to conclusions, but I really want to know the truth. For some reason, I was really mad at Gordo. Only, my madness was interrupted when my mom called me down to dinner.
Ugh. Who decided family dinners were a good idea? Because, really, they aren't. My mom, my dad, Matt, and I have to sit and eat dinner together almost every night. Most families eat in shifts. I mean, could we at least cut this family dinner crap to once a week. I think being around Matt this much is ruining my karma. I think that's the right word, anyway...
Okay, so after another hideous meal with the family, talking as little as possible as I thought about this strange situation, I went back upstairs, continuing my anger towards Gordo. I really really wanted to get back at him for this, but how was I going to do that? I thought and I thought and I thought some more until I was interrupted when the phone rang. I jumped, but I answered it.
"Hello?"
"Lizzie?" Crap. It was Ethan's voice. That meant that it was really Gordo.
"Hey, Ethan," I said, "So, um, how are you?" Yeah, and what's your excuse for calling me as Ethan. Ethan never calls me, punk.
"I'm fine," he said. Yeah, he would be fine, "and you?"
"I'm fine, too," he said.
"Ethan? Is there any way I can help you with something?"
"Uh, well, um, yeah, actually," he said, stumbling on his words. Yeah, he can fluster all he wants, but that won't change my anger, "I wanted to thank you for helping me today with math. You helped a lot."
"Is that all?" I said. It was really difficult to be mad at Gordo in Ethan's voice. You really do associate voices with the people that belong to the voices.
"Um, no, actually I have something else to say. It's about Gordo."
"Yeah, I saw him after detention," I said, only to see what his response would be."
"Oh, really?" He asked. Hah! He seems a little nervous.
"Yeah, I'm thinking maybe I was jumping to conclusions before."
"Yeah, okay," he said. He was waiting for more. I could tell.
Okay, yeah, so looking back, maybe I shouldn't have been so angry with him and should have waited to hear his side of the story before I judged, but this was a time of confusion and he was the only one who could answer all my questions, yet I couldn't ask him anything. But I went on, "Yeah, besides, these changes aren't a big deal. In fact, they make him seem a lot more normal. You know what I'm talking about?" Okay, so yeah, I was still mad at him. It's going to take a while, explanation or not, to get over this.
He was silent on the other end for a minute. That comment wasn't that harsh, was it? "Yeah," he finally said, "more normal." Ouch. Maybe I touched a button I shouldn't have. I'm sorry Gordo! I didn't mean it! All I really mean is that I don't want you to change to try to impress me. It's like that Billy Joel song, I like you just the way you are!!!
"Not that he wasn't really normal before this," yeah, maybe I should shut up.
"Yeah, well, I should go...I'm really tired." Yikes. I really did hit something.
"Goodnight, Ethan. I'll see you tomorrow."
"Wait. What was it that you wanted to say about Gordo?"
"Oh, forget about it. It's not really important."
"Well, I'm always willing to listen. You're always welcome to call me."
"Yeah, thanks." He said, he wasn't very enthusiastic.
We hung up and I didn't know what to do. I went into that conversation angry and wanting some type of revenge, but once I said something, I didn't feel any better.
Yeah, so now I have to make a mental note tomorrow to assure Gordo that I was out of line, when I'm supposed to be talking to Ethan.
Oh, how I wish I could call Miranda and tell her what was going on. Actually, I wish I had NO idea what was going on.