A/N: Hey, Look! I'm updating!! Wow! Sorry guys, I've been busy!! You wanna hear my excuses?? Here they are-- school, cheerleading, extra curricular, no sleep. Okay, seriously, I get to school between 7:30-8:00 in the morning, and had been getting home at like, 8 at night. Then doing homework. But my schedule should be lightening up now, so expect more updates! Oh, and to the person that asked, I'm 15. And, there's about 15-15 Chapters left, I have it all laid out, all I gotta do is write it, lol.

Back to the Beginning

Chapter 7: Getting Together

Lizzie stormed through the hallway, adamant to get out of there. Her hair was flittering out behind her, hardly able to keep up to her through her fast pace.

"Lizzie!" A voice called out behind her. She didn't even pretend to acknowledge it, she knew who it was. "Liz!"

After hearing her name being called so many times, she came to a very sudden halt. The figure behind her almost crashed into her. He grabbed her arm, determined to turn her around and make her listen to him. Lizzie ripped her arm out of his grasp, and turned herself around. Her hair whipped both of them in the face, and Lizzie pushed it out of her way.

"Liz--," the guy started again.

"Don't you dare, 'Oh Lizzie I'm so sorry me!'," She seethed vehemently.

"Lizzie, just talk to me, please," he begged.

The blonde kept her eyes narrowed, determined not to let him see her hurt. "You want me to talk to you? Fine, then I'll talk, and you can listen, okay?" She accented her words by periodically poking him in the chest. Seeing that he wasn't going to respond, she continued her rant. "Here's the cookie, Danny, we were dating, okay, do you get that? I loved you, and you told me you loved me back. But you don't. Don't even try to say you do, because you cheated on me! Don't tell me you weren't, don't you dare. And don't expect me to forgive you for a very, very long time, okay? So, until I decided different, we're going to walk around this school pretending we've never talked to each other, okay? I'm not going to talk to you, and you won't talk to me. And that's how it crumbles."

Lizzie turned to leave, and Danny blocked her way. "I didn't--" he started, but was interrupted by a fiery Lizzie. "You didn't," she started, "Ask me to listen to you. So I'm not going to, crystal?" Lizzie silently clicked her tongue against her teeth, as she pushed him out of the way. She was trying desperately to hold back her tears. She would not let Danny Kessler have the satisfaction of knowing that he made her cry. The tears began to silently roll down her cheeks as she willed herself not to look back.

Don't look back, don't you dare look back, she repeated over and over inside her head.

Once she finally reached a door that led to outside, Lizzie angrily pushed it open and walked out into the sunlight. "Liz?" she heard a soft voice behind her call out. She whipped her head around, trying to wipe away her tears at the same time. "Gordo?" she questioned, trying to keep the rest of the tears from falling.

Gordo slowly walked toward her, and engulfed her in a hug. She flung her arms around him, and held onto him as though her life depended on it. Lizzie slowly sobbed into his neck, and he soothingly rubbed her back, and rocked her back and forth. "Shh, Liz, it's okay. It's going to be okay."

Lizzie slowly shook her head, keeping it buried into Gordo's neck, "No, Gordo, I don't think it will be. Why do these things always happen to me?"

Gordo thought for a quick second. "Because you have rotten taste in guys."

Lizzie looked up at him, and hit him lightly on the shoulder, but despite herself, she had to let out a soft laugh. Gordo ran his hand across her cheek. "At least I got you to laugh," he stated, seriously.

"Gordo," Lizzie pouted, as though she was going to break down and cry again.

"Come here," Gordo whispered, pulling her back into his arms.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing's wrong with you. You seriously just have bad taste in guys. Liz, come on, Danny's an idiot, okay? Do you know how many guys in this school would love to go out with, how many would love to hold your hand, or wipe away your tears?"

"The way I'm seein' it, not very many. It seems like all the guys I go out with cheat on me. Why is that?" Lizzie paused for a moment and then continued, "And don't you dare say that it's rotten taste."

Gordo closed his half open mouth and shrugged. After he thought for a moment, and began to reopen his mouth, Lizzie interrupted again. "Or that they're all idiots," and Gordo closed his mouth.

Lizzie laughed slightly, "I guess this mean I hear these things to much, huh?"

Gordo let out a small smile, and meekly nodded his head. "Yeah, I supposed it does."

They were silent for awhile, neither knowing what to say. After a few minutes of silence, Lizzie broke it. "I don't think I loved him," she said, barely above a whisper. Gordo's head shot up to meet her gaze.

"--But I thought you said--"

"I know I said it did, but I don't think I really did. I don't think I could love someone that would do something as horrible as cheat on me. I don't know, I just don't think that whole 'magic' feeling was there. I mean, I know I thought I loved him, but I'm pretty sure that I didn't. Haven't you ever thought you loved someone, and then realized you didn't?"

Gordo was quiet for awhile, trying to plan out his answer. He slowly shook his head. "No, I've always known who I was in love with," he answered, just a quietly as Lizzie had revealed her secret.

The answer took Lizzie by surprise. "Really, who? Come on, you gotta tell me, Gordo. You have to."

Gordo shrugged. "Just this one girl," he stated vaguely. Lizzie rolled her eyes. She grabbed Gordo's shoulders and quickly rotated his body so that he was facing her. "Please, please, please, Gordo? Tell me? If you tell me who you're in love with, I'll tell you who I love."

A confused look shot through Gordo's eyes. "I thought you said you weren't in love with Danny?"

Lizzie giggled. "I'm not. But that doesn't mean I don't love somebody else," Lizzie said in a slightly singsong voice. She knew that Gordo's curiosity was going to get to him, and he would eventually crack. The two entered a small stare down, both determined to win this. Finally, Gordo looked away.

He held up his hands, "Okay, okay. I give."

"Sooooo, who is it?" Lizzie questioned eagerly. Gordo took a step closer to Lizzie, telling himself that he could do this. They were both silent for a moment, Lizzie waiting for an answer, and Gordo waiting to figure out if he could actually tell her he loved her.

"Okay," Lizzie broke the silence, "How 'bout on the count of three, we'll both go?"

Gordo simply nodded, and Lizzie began to count. "1,2,3."

"You," Gordo spoke softly, as if he was speaking his darkest secret.

"My mom," Lizzie said, at the same time as Gordo. A incredulous look passed over Gordo's face.

"Your mom? You're in love with you mom?"

Lizzie's eyes widened. "Mmm, no. I said, that if you told me who you were in love with, I'd tell you who I loved, not who I was in love with. And I do love my mom."

Gordo's eyes widened, too. "Lizzie McGuire, you cheated."

Lizzie giggled slightly. "Yeah, I guess I did, didn't I?"

Gordo nodded, confirming her statement. They were silent for another few moments, when the realization of what Gordo had said dawned on Lizzie. "Me?" she whispered, quietly. Gordo looked down at the ground, refusing to meet Lizzie's eyes. "Gordo, you're in love with me?" Keeping his eyes locked on the ground, he nodded his head slowly. "Ohmigosh! Then I guess you deserve a better answer than I gave you, don't you," Lizzie spoke slowly, and softly, as she took a few steps closer to Gordo. Cautiously, she raised his head to meet hers.

She look him straight in the eye as she continued her sentence. "Because I'm in love with you, too" she told him, with no hint of joking or sarcasm in her voice. Gordo's face lit up, and reminded her of a little kid on Christmas morning. But before he could say anything, Lizzie leaned in and kissed him.