A/N: Well, this is just another chapter that is sitting around in a notebook - I'm only typing it for the first time now. Enjoy!
Chapter 2: Angel
Gordo's POV
"Gordo?"
"Lizzie, what're you doing here?"
My heart skipped a beat when I saw Lizzie standing there. She always looked good, but today, she looked HOT. Her hair blew softly in the gentle breeze, and I wished I could feel it brush againt my cheek. I wished I could taste her strawberry lip balm on my lips, and I wish she would grab me and never let go. I wished for many things. But she'd never know.
The setting sun hit her from behind, illuminating her as if she was an angel, dropped out of the heavens and into my arms. I loved her so deeply... But she'd never know.
I could just tell her. But what would she say? What would she think of me? No, I couldn't tell her. It would be way too risky.
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Lizzie's voice. "Gordo? Gordo!"
"Huh?" I snapped back to life. "Oh, hi. What are you doing here?"
"I was going to Miranda's and I heard the music," she replied. "It's not everyday I hear the song that made me a 'star'!" she added jokingly. She giggled a little bit, and her smile made me wanna scream out loud. A happy scream, of course. But I had to contain myself.
"Sooo... what's your excuse?"
"Oh, me?" I was suddenly tongue-tied. Why was this so hard? Would it be so bad for her to know what I was doing there? No! But for her to know who I was doing it with...
"Uh, my second cousin just moved here," I replied. "Yeah, he and his family just came here from Kentucky. I was just helping them unpack."
Wait! Why did I have to say that? She'd want to meet my relatives!
"Oh, can I meet them?"
Knew it.
Lizzie started her way up the stairs, but I held out a hand to stop her. For a moment, I felt her pulse beating as my hand rested near her neck. Every single beat shook me to the bone.
Quickly, I drew back my hand and scratched the back of my neck. "Uh, no, see, they have an infant who has asthma, so they don't like a lot of strangers coming in and... and breathing the air."
WHAT KIND OF EXCUSE WAS THAT?! I went to smack my forehead, but I could not let Lizzie see what an idiot I was.
And Lizzie seemed to buy my story. "Aww, that's sooo sad!" Lizzie exclaimed. Glimpsing the sadness in her eyes did something to me. It felt like the world had come to an end, and all I wanted to do was hold her tight and tell her that everything was going to be okay. I had to make her world okay again. Because the last thing I wanted was to see that girl in pain.
I wanted to build a fantasy land where we could be free... from hate, from fear, from pain... and we could stay there, dancing together forever. But it was just a silly dream. A silly little dream that meant nothing. And even if she did love me back, it could never happen; the world will never be perfect.
But I knew that if I could just hold her hand, just for one minute, it would seem pretty damn close.
Lizzie's POV
It took my a few seconds, but then I noticed it: Gordo didn't look sad at all! In fact, he looked sort of... nervous. He stared off into space, fidgeting, as if he were trying to look away from me. Gordo never acts this weird I thought to myself. And that story really seemed like one of his A lies. I eyed him suspiciously for a second, then broke the awkward silence.
"Ummmmm, do you wanna go to Miranda's with me?"
"Uhhhhhhh, yeah, sure."
We walked down the steps and left for Miranda's house. But I still had one more question.
"So why were you playing 'What Dreams Are Made Of '?"
"Oh, no reason," Gordo answered. "It's just... I don't know, it's a cool song."
You don't like cool songs, remember? I thought.
Then it hit me. Maybe Gordo didn't like the song because it was his kind of music. Maybe he liked it because when he heard it, he saw me.
Singing.
Or maybe he saw me on the roof
in Rome
kissing him.
Huh?
This is SO confusing.
Chapter 2: Angel
Gordo's POV
"Gordo?"
"Lizzie, what're you doing here?"
My heart skipped a beat when I saw Lizzie standing there. She always looked good, but today, she looked HOT. Her hair blew softly in the gentle breeze, and I wished I could feel it brush againt my cheek. I wished I could taste her strawberry lip balm on my lips, and I wish she would grab me and never let go. I wished for many things. But she'd never know.
The setting sun hit her from behind, illuminating her as if she was an angel, dropped out of the heavens and into my arms. I loved her so deeply... But she'd never know.
I could just tell her. But what would she say? What would she think of me? No, I couldn't tell her. It would be way too risky.
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Lizzie's voice. "Gordo? Gordo!"
"Huh?" I snapped back to life. "Oh, hi. What are you doing here?"
"I was going to Miranda's and I heard the music," she replied. "It's not everyday I hear the song that made me a 'star'!" she added jokingly. She giggled a little bit, and her smile made me wanna scream out loud. A happy scream, of course. But I had to contain myself.
"Sooo... what's your excuse?"
"Oh, me?" I was suddenly tongue-tied. Why was this so hard? Would it be so bad for her to know what I was doing there? No! But for her to know who I was doing it with...
"Uh, my second cousin just moved here," I replied. "Yeah, he and his family just came here from Kentucky. I was just helping them unpack."
Wait! Why did I have to say that? She'd want to meet my relatives!
"Oh, can I meet them?"
Knew it.
Lizzie started her way up the stairs, but I held out a hand to stop her. For a moment, I felt her pulse beating as my hand rested near her neck. Every single beat shook me to the bone.
Quickly, I drew back my hand and scratched the back of my neck. "Uh, no, see, they have an infant who has asthma, so they don't like a lot of strangers coming in and... and breathing the air."
WHAT KIND OF EXCUSE WAS THAT?! I went to smack my forehead, but I could not let Lizzie see what an idiot I was.
And Lizzie seemed to buy my story. "Aww, that's sooo sad!" Lizzie exclaimed. Glimpsing the sadness in her eyes did something to me. It felt like the world had come to an end, and all I wanted to do was hold her tight and tell her that everything was going to be okay. I had to make her world okay again. Because the last thing I wanted was to see that girl in pain.
I wanted to build a fantasy land where we could be free... from hate, from fear, from pain... and we could stay there, dancing together forever. But it was just a silly dream. A silly little dream that meant nothing. And even if she did love me back, it could never happen; the world will never be perfect.
But I knew that if I could just hold her hand, just for one minute, it would seem pretty damn close.
Lizzie's POV
It took my a few seconds, but then I noticed it: Gordo didn't look sad at all! In fact, he looked sort of... nervous. He stared off into space, fidgeting, as if he were trying to look away from me. Gordo never acts this weird I thought to myself. And that story really seemed like one of his A lies. I eyed him suspiciously for a second, then broke the awkward silence.
"Ummmmm, do you wanna go to Miranda's with me?"
"Uhhhhhhh, yeah, sure."
We walked down the steps and left for Miranda's house. But I still had one more question.
"So why were you playing 'What Dreams Are Made Of '?"
"Oh, no reason," Gordo answered. "It's just... I don't know, it's a cool song."
You don't like cool songs, remember? I thought.
Then it hit me. Maybe Gordo didn't like the song because it was his kind of music. Maybe he liked it because when he heard it, he saw me.
Singing.
Or maybe he saw me on the roof
in Rome
kissing him.
Huh?
This is SO confusing.