Story: Emotions Uncovered
Chapter 1: He doesn't know...

A/N: Hey! I know that I should probably be updating 14 Hours instead of typing a whole new story, but I actually wrote this months ago. It's just been sitting around on my computer, so I thought I'd try posting it, just to see if it's at all interesting. If you have been reading 14 Hours since Day 1, you may remember that the beginning of this chapter was accidentally posted as the first chapter of 14 Hours. But hey, I was pretty new to ff.net back then!

OK, so here's the story. Hope y'all like it!!!

Chapter 1: He doesn't know...

He doesn't know

but he will.

He doesn't know

what the future holds

but I do.

He doesn't see

what's meant to be

but he will.

I know.

I know

what's coming

in his world

and mine;

to be hurled

together

by a great force of light...

and love.

I know what the future holds.

I see what's meant to be.

I see we're meant to be.

But he doesn't know.

He doesn't see me

but he will.

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Who did Lizzie write the poem about? It can't be me, thought Gordo. She'd never love me. She doesn't care about me.

He didn't know... but she did.

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As Lizzie walked to Miranda's front door, she heard something. She couldn't be sure what it was, but it drew her away from Miranda's house; it was simply enchanting. She followed the sound until she realized what it was: someone was blasting the ballad version of "What Dreams Are Made Of". When the short song ended, Lizzie heard it start again. Who has that cd? Lizzie wondered. Most of the people who live around here are adults. Why would they be playing Paolo and Isabella's album?

Lizzie shuddered when she thought of Paolo. Memories of Rome flashed before her eyes: seeing Paolo for the very first time... riding the Vespa... running through the Tivoli Gardens, hand in hand... watching the fireworks...

Singing together.

Then...

Gordo running up to her backstage at the awards show... Isabella telling her that Paolo was setting them up... crying.

After that, all of her become happy ones again. Performing on stage, with millions of people cheering for her, was definitely a highlight of the trip.

And then...

The kiss.

She'd spent hours trying to figure it out, and Lizzie still wasn't sure of what had possessed her to kiss Gordo on the rooftop of the hotel in Rome. She didn't have a crush on him - she didn't even think he was cute! - so it didn't make any sense at all. I guess these things just don't make sense sometimes, she thought to herself.

But even if she wasn't sure why she'd kissed him, she did know one thing: she'd liked it. A lot.

His lips conveyed such innocence and strength and wonder and love and-

Wait. Love?

Lizzie shook off the thought and continued to follow the sound of the music. This time, when the song ended, it changed to the dance version, the one that Lizzie had sung as a solo. She shivered, reminiscing about the bright lights and the feeling of two million eyes on her, and the memory made her grin.

As the music grew closer, Lizzie broke into a run, eager to find out just where the sweet melody of summer's past was coming from. Hearing that song made her forget that it was February, forget that she had a book report due in 48 hours, forget that the summer break was still months away.

Suddenly, she stopped. Lizzie knew she had found the right house. The music was definitely coming from #222 on Elmbrook Avenue. She hesitated, then slowly began to walk up the front steps of the house. I wonder who's inside, she thought, looking down the road.

"Well, here goes nothing," she murmured.

She took a deep breath, turned towards the front door, and came face to face with...

"Gordo?!"