Hey to those of you who are reading this. Thanks for being so nice to me with your reviews and stuff! Well here's chapter 3

Nattieb- Miranda was just dressed up to show the difference between her and Lizzie. Thanks for reviewing.

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This is the second to last chapter. Next is the end. Hope you liked!

Peaches n Pears


The worst part about my brother is that he purposely does things to spite me. He'll do something evil, I'll give him a killer wedgie, warn him never to do it again, and then he will when my friends are over or when I'm in a really, really bad mood. Like now!

Matt has been locked in a linen closet, forced to wear my clothes, been my slave for a week and has received countless wedgies all for re-setting my alarm clock. You would think the fact that he couldn't walk for a month and a half, coupled with having to make and spoon feed my waffles would have burned the message into his brain, but my brother always has been slow. Thanks to the worm, my alarm went off at 6:30 am! AM! That means in the MORNING! As soon as Matt is back from Lanny's house, he is so dead! I mean, come on! 6:30? I'm good till at least 12 noon!

That may be the worst part of my brother; the worst part of my day was the fact that I had 4 and a half hours to think about my love life and why Gordo wasn't mine. . . . Yet. I pushed him from my mind when my stomach started to growl. I ungracefully leapt from the stool to grab a box of pop tarts just as the doorbell rang. You know one of those things where you don't even know really what happened just that you fell? Well um, yeah.

I heard the door open, which meant that it was Gordo, Miranda, or Matt. I hoped it was the first. Considering how fate had been nice to me before by having Gordo kiss me, I guess it decided that it no longer needed to be overly kind.

"Um Lizzie? What are you doing on the floor?" Matt grinned, stroking his chin with two fingers.

"Hoping you won't notice me so that I can ambush you!" I said and watched him pale slightly. "Do you no what time I woke up, Mattiekins?" my voice sounded deadly underneath all the syrup.

"Um Lanny's right, I have to go do-um Homework!" he stuttered, pointing to his mute, little friend whom I hadn't noticed from my position behind the counter. The two dashed for the door and sprinted out of it as a more welcome figure stepped inside and shut the door behind them.

I rolled over onto my back and closed my eyes pretending to be asleep.

"Hey Lizzie, is the floor really that comfortable?" Gordo stooped down next to me and I let myself smile.

"Maybe." I heard him laugh and I swear I swooned. Okay, so I was already on the floor but I promise if I had been standing at that moment I would have fallen over! Scout's Honor.

"Here, let me help you!" he held out a hand and I took it, purposefully weaving his fingers with mine. I heard his breath hitch and I smiled slyly. Operation Gordo and Moi had begun. I turned his hand over, looking closely at the smooth, tanned skin. I gently pinched the skin and watched it fall back into place immediately.

"So Doc, What wrong with me?" he joked, pulling me to my feet but not releasing my hand. I held it up in front of him and grinned.

"Your fully hydrated and you have a gorgeous tan," I drawled, mocking an English accent. "I think you have a very special disease that is incurable, but I'll have to run a few more tests."

His beautiful, blue eyes glimmered. "Okay then," he took a step forward and our bodies were almost touching. I almost couldn't breath.

I unlaced our fingers and carefully brought his hand to my face, letting the palm tickle my nose. I glued my eyes to his and smelled his hand. My lip grazed his palm and it began to tingle. Gordo was in a trance. I brought his hand away from my mouth and turned it over, smelling the back. His breathing was becoming harder and his eyes were glazed over with, fear? Uncertainty? Love? Desire? Smiling, I licked my lips and pressed them to his hand, letting my tongue make small circles on the smooth skin. Using my teeth, I gently bit a section of skin near his thumb and I heard him gasp. He groaned a bit as I pulled away and gave him a half smile. I wasn't trying to seduce him just grab his attention and I'd got it, oh lord had I got it.

"I have your test results!" I whispered, leaning in so that my lips with millimeters away from his ear.

"What's my disease?" he asked, his voice was strained and husky and I could clearly read the look of lust in his blue eyes.

Great McGuire, you can't get him to fall in love with you but you can get him to want to sleep with you! I mentally kicked myself and pulled back a little bit. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I looked him straight in the eyes.

"You're in love, Mr. Gordon!" I stated trying to stop the tears. He was in love alright, with another girl. I was just something he could play out his fantasies with.

"Oh really?" he moved even closer his body almost completely pressed against mine.

I nodded, "and it's contagious." I whispered across his lips, "very contagious."

He leaned forwards and I twisted so that my back was to him, his warm lips landing on my neck. I tilted my head to the side before I remembered something. He wasn't in love with me, and letting him kiss me would rip my heart in two.

I slipped out of his grasp and stood a few feet away watching him watch the floor.

"I have to go to the bathroom!" his voice still sounded strained and a blush seeped into his cheeks. He dashed up the stairs and to the bathroom, and I sidled towards my bedroom, aware that my pajamas were still on.

I dressed myself in a white tank top, jean skirt and a funky tan belt. Then I let my hair down. I was back downstairs contemplating life when Gordo reappeared.

"Oh hey Gordo, you took so long in the bathroom I thought maybe you had become one of us girls." I joked, my back still to him.

He laughed along then came up beside me.

"Well I came over, at first, to ask if you wanted to go to the park or something but it's raining so is there anything you'd like to do." Gordo's eyes carefully avoided mine but his words never lost their warmth. Wait a minute, did he say raining? I traipsed over to our double glass doors and stared expectantly at the sky, it was pretty dark, rain pelting to the ground and suddenly I had a strange urge to dance, outside, in the rain, with my Gordo.

"Dance with me." My voice was barely a whisper, but our eyes locked and I knew he'd heard my words.

He opened his mouth to say something and I put my hand over his perfectly kissable lips,

"I know I'm crazy, please Gordo! Today's Valentines day, just for a little while, in the rain." A tear slithered down my face and I knew his answer. I could see the 'no' forming behind his eyes, lips starting to make a circle. Another tear slid down my cheek and I turned away.

"Anytime Lizzie," his deep, calm voice shocked me and his hand reached for mine.

Smiling, I unlatched the sliding doors and stepped out into the thunder and lightning. The neighbors were playing music and I shivered slightly in the cold weather. Gordo stepped closer, covering my body with his.

Hands touch, eyes meet
Sudden silence, sudden heat
Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
He could be that boy
But I'm not that girl:

It was almost like he was in love. His eyes closed and the wind whipped through his curls. My blonde hair mixed with his dark mane.

Don't dream too far
Don't lose sight of who you are
Don't remember that rush of joy
He could be that boy
I'm not that girl

For a moment I almost forgot that it wasn't me he loved, but some other girl. Just wrapped in his embrace early on Valentines day, pretending we were in love.

Ev'ry so often we long to steal
To the land of what-might-have-been
But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
When reality sets back in

"Have you ever thought what it would be like for us as a couple?" I whispered, my breathe tickling ears slightly.

"Mmmm" he murmured, obviously not hearing anything I had said.

Blithe smile, lithe limb
She who's winsome, she wins him
Gold hair with a gentle curl
That's the girl he chose
And Heaven knows
I'm not that girl:

She was probably gorgeous, blonde hair, blue eyes, size one waist. Maybe even a genius. A tear spilled over my lashes as I mentally compared myself to her. But maybe I had a chance, maybe Gordo would change his mind and I could have him, I almost laughed.

Don't wish, don't start
Wishing only wounds the heart
I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl
There's a girl I know
He loves her so
I'm not that girl:

For now I would enjoy him and me, together for a while. After all, I had until midnight.


Srry for the length in time. The song is I'm not that Girl, from the musical WICKED. I kno, I kno, but it really fits her thoughts. Next chapter is prolly the last one this unless I write a sequal. Please review! I know it's short but still!

Thanky mucho!

Peaches n Pears