Here's Chapter 8. Enjoy! Thanks for the reviews. Keep it up. ( This isn't the chapter you asked for Black Knight but don't worry something along those lines is on it's way.) This story is getting longer than I ever thought it would be. So each chapter is taking on a bit of a life of it's own and stretching the story out. All I can hope is that you all enjoy the way I'm telling it anyway.
I don't own anything remotely to do with Lizzie Maguire, which I'm quite sad about really.
Gordo was in a foul humour but he knew better than to let his parents even catch a whiff of unhappiness. His parents would just sit him down and put him through the motions of another psychoanalysis to find out what was troubling him and how they could help him help himself to feel better.
He just wasn't in the mood to endure that amount of discussion about his feelings. He just wanted to go to his room and sulk.
So when Gordo entered his home all smiles and hellos. His parents were just happy to see him and let him go up to his room without too much discussion. Gordo had longed learned just the right amount of happy to put on to content his parents. Too much happy and his parents would realise that he was overcompensating, not enough happy...well that's just obvious.
Gordo's story of a good night had by all, that was lots of fun even though he didn't do too well (always good to keep it as honest as possible), was enough to satisfy his parents that everything was alright and they therefore quickly accepted his excuse of being tired and wanting to go to his room and bed, happy at the idea that their son was a well adjusted boy who found pleasure in the activity and not just the winning and who knew to rest his body when his body needed resting.
Gordo kept up the cheerful façade until he was able to shut his bedroom door behind him. He flopped unto his bed and slowly banged his head off his pillow.
He was so mad at Lizzie. The way she had flirted with Ethan all night and then asked him to walk her home. He had sulked about it the whole time he had been walking home by himself. He thought about how much fun Ethan and Lizzie must have been having. They're probably making out right now just outside her house. Gordo quickly pushed that thought out of his head. He couldn't bear the thought of Lizzie kissing Ethan. He had had a hard enough time when he had seen Lizzie and Ronnie kissing. That had nearly crushed him. It probably would have if Ronnie hadn't turned out to be so stupid. How could he have dumped Lizzie? What an idiot.
Gordo then got mad at Miranda. What had she been thinking? "Just tell Lizzie you like her." "Just act like it's a date." Yeah. That was great advice Miranda. That would have been really good maybe I should just jump of a cliff too while I'm at it. Oh you think that's a good idea too. Well you would wouldn't you? Just tell Lizzie I like her. What a stupid idea and to think I was this close. I'm so glad I didn't tell Lizzie anything. That would have been the only way tonight could have been any worse. Imagine if I had of told Lizzie how I felt only to be rejected and probably lose our friendship all while Ethan "Isn't he wonderful? He's great at everything and oh so cute" Craft was there kicking my a at Mini Golf. That would have made this night from hell be possibly the worst night I would ever live. So thank you Miranda for putting that thought in my head.
Gordo lay there for a while fuming at his two best friends and despising Ethan Craft. It took a while for rational Gordo to kick in. He first had to let his anger and frustration run it's course and finally when he was tired of being annoyed at everyone else. He realised he was only really mad at himself. Well mostly anyway. He was as rational and as levelheaded as he could muster, which was reasonably rational for a boy his age, but he couldn't quite shake his irritation at the actions of both Miranda and Lizzie.
He wanted to be mad at Ethan but Ethan was just Ethan. It's not his fault he's so good at Mini Golf and all the girls like him and it's not like he's a jerk about it. He's actually a really nice guy and Gordo knew that if Ethan had thought that him and Lizzie were actually on a date he would have left them alone.
He wanted to be mad at Miranda because it had been her who had put the idea of treating Mini Golf as a date. It had been her idea that he should just tell Lizzie how he felt but even though she couldn't have been more wrong about what Gordo should do, she was just telling Gordo the truth as she saw it. I had just been her opinion and he didn't have to listen to her. He shouldn't have listened to her. He had known better. He knew Lizzie wasn't interested and could have survived without the beating his heart had taken tonight. It was for this reason that Gordo was still planning on giving Miranda a piece of his mind. She had been so wrong and he was going to rub it in her interfering face. Gordo realised he still wasn't being the most levelheaded he could be but that's life. Gordo thought about calling her but couldn't find the energy to make the effort. He would probably see her tomorrow anyway and he would let her have it then.
He wanted to be mad at Lizzie for the way she had acted all night but he just couldn't. She had acted normally. Gordo was just her friend and Ethan was her crush. It was only Gordo who was imagining that him and Lizzie were on a date so Lizzie can't be blamed for not treating it like a date and being excited at the idea of having the guy she actually had a crush on. She didn't have to make such a point of it not being a date though. She didn't have to ignore Gordo all night and spend all her time with Ethan. Or was that his own fault for distancing himself during the evening. Gordo didn't know. All he knew was that it had really hurt that she had been so adamant about Ethan and not Gordo walking her home. "Ain't love a kick in the head" thought Gordo.
Gordo lay awake on his bed, brooding for a couple of hours before he drifted off to sleep. He couldn't decide whom he was really annoyed with for the whole evening, whether it was himself or his friends, but he did decide that it was a time for a change. He had spent far to long pining for Lizzie. Too much time had been spent on hoping that someday Lizzie too would want something to happen between them. Too much hoping that Lizzie would eventually want to be more than just friends. Too much time wasted in futility. It was time to change all that. Time to move on. Time to let his feeling for Lizzie go.
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I don't own anything remotely to do with Lizzie Maguire, which I'm quite sad about really.
Gordo was in a foul humour but he knew better than to let his parents even catch a whiff of unhappiness. His parents would just sit him down and put him through the motions of another psychoanalysis to find out what was troubling him and how they could help him help himself to feel better.
He just wasn't in the mood to endure that amount of discussion about his feelings. He just wanted to go to his room and sulk.
So when Gordo entered his home all smiles and hellos. His parents were just happy to see him and let him go up to his room without too much discussion. Gordo had longed learned just the right amount of happy to put on to content his parents. Too much happy and his parents would realise that he was overcompensating, not enough happy...well that's just obvious.
Gordo's story of a good night had by all, that was lots of fun even though he didn't do too well (always good to keep it as honest as possible), was enough to satisfy his parents that everything was alright and they therefore quickly accepted his excuse of being tired and wanting to go to his room and bed, happy at the idea that their son was a well adjusted boy who found pleasure in the activity and not just the winning and who knew to rest his body when his body needed resting.
Gordo kept up the cheerful façade until he was able to shut his bedroom door behind him. He flopped unto his bed and slowly banged his head off his pillow.
He was so mad at Lizzie. The way she had flirted with Ethan all night and then asked him to walk her home. He had sulked about it the whole time he had been walking home by himself. He thought about how much fun Ethan and Lizzie must have been having. They're probably making out right now just outside her house. Gordo quickly pushed that thought out of his head. He couldn't bear the thought of Lizzie kissing Ethan. He had had a hard enough time when he had seen Lizzie and Ronnie kissing. That had nearly crushed him. It probably would have if Ronnie hadn't turned out to be so stupid. How could he have dumped Lizzie? What an idiot.
Gordo then got mad at Miranda. What had she been thinking? "Just tell Lizzie you like her." "Just act like it's a date." Yeah. That was great advice Miranda. That would have been really good maybe I should just jump of a cliff too while I'm at it. Oh you think that's a good idea too. Well you would wouldn't you? Just tell Lizzie I like her. What a stupid idea and to think I was this close. I'm so glad I didn't tell Lizzie anything. That would have been the only way tonight could have been any worse. Imagine if I had of told Lizzie how I felt only to be rejected and probably lose our friendship all while Ethan "Isn't he wonderful? He's great at everything and oh so cute" Craft was there kicking my a at Mini Golf. That would have made this night from hell be possibly the worst night I would ever live. So thank you Miranda for putting that thought in my head.
Gordo lay there for a while fuming at his two best friends and despising Ethan Craft. It took a while for rational Gordo to kick in. He first had to let his anger and frustration run it's course and finally when he was tired of being annoyed at everyone else. He realised he was only really mad at himself. Well mostly anyway. He was as rational and as levelheaded as he could muster, which was reasonably rational for a boy his age, but he couldn't quite shake his irritation at the actions of both Miranda and Lizzie.
He wanted to be mad at Ethan but Ethan was just Ethan. It's not his fault he's so good at Mini Golf and all the girls like him and it's not like he's a jerk about it. He's actually a really nice guy and Gordo knew that if Ethan had thought that him and Lizzie were actually on a date he would have left them alone.
He wanted to be mad at Miranda because it had been her who had put the idea of treating Mini Golf as a date. It had been her idea that he should just tell Lizzie how he felt but even though she couldn't have been more wrong about what Gordo should do, she was just telling Gordo the truth as she saw it. I had just been her opinion and he didn't have to listen to her. He shouldn't have listened to her. He had known better. He knew Lizzie wasn't interested and could have survived without the beating his heart had taken tonight. It was for this reason that Gordo was still planning on giving Miranda a piece of his mind. She had been so wrong and he was going to rub it in her interfering face. Gordo realised he still wasn't being the most levelheaded he could be but that's life. Gordo thought about calling her but couldn't find the energy to make the effort. He would probably see her tomorrow anyway and he would let her have it then.
He wanted to be mad at Lizzie for the way she had acted all night but he just couldn't. She had acted normally. Gordo was just her friend and Ethan was her crush. It was only Gordo who was imagining that him and Lizzie were on a date so Lizzie can't be blamed for not treating it like a date and being excited at the idea of having the guy she actually had a crush on. She didn't have to make such a point of it not being a date though. She didn't have to ignore Gordo all night and spend all her time with Ethan. Or was that his own fault for distancing himself during the evening. Gordo didn't know. All he knew was that it had really hurt that she had been so adamant about Ethan and not Gordo walking her home. "Ain't love a kick in the head" thought Gordo.
Gordo lay awake on his bed, brooding for a couple of hours before he drifted off to sleep. He couldn't decide whom he was really annoyed with for the whole evening, whether it was himself or his friends, but he did decide that it was a time for a change. He had spent far to long pining for Lizzie. Too much time had been spent on hoping that someday Lizzie too would want something to happen between them. Too much hoping that Lizzie would eventually want to be more than just friends. Too much time wasted in futility. It was time to change all that. Time to move on. Time to let his feeling for Lizzie go.
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