DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN LIZZIE MCGUIRE! I feel like I am on some sort of role with all these updates in the past week or two. I don't know about you, but I like this role. Extra snaps to me (you know, from Legally Blonde 2 . . .yeah)
Chapter 11
Lizzie was still sleeping by the time they had reached their destination. By now, it was in the early afternoon. Gordo debated about whether or not to wake Lizzie up. They still weren't quite on good terms yet.
He quietly turned off the engine and sat in the car. They were in front of their hotel that they would be staying at for the night.
After thinking about it for a few minutes, Gordo decided that the best way to handle the situation was to wake her up by touching her and talking to her. If this situation was normal, he would honk his horn, turn the radio on loudly, or yell at her, but he wasn't trying to get even more on her bad side than he already was.
Nope, he had to prove to her that he was mature. Mature enough to the extent that he was ready to be a father.
"Lizzie," Gordo said, speaking softly as he touched her on the shoulder, "We are in Taranto at the hotel. Lizzie, wake up," he said.
Slowly, Lizzie's eyes fluttered open and she looked around and realized she was in a car with Gordo.
Gordo hoped that by some small chance that when waking her up, she would forget for one second that they were fighting and reach over and give him a kiss, but he had no such luck. He missed her kisses so much. He missed them enough to decide that he would never argue with Lizzie again if they were to ever get back together. Unfortunately, Lizzie seemed to remember that she and Gordo were fighting when she woke up.
Lizzie looked outside the car, "Is this our hotel?"
Gordo nodded his head, not that it made a difference because she wasn't looking at him, and then said, "Yeah, this is it."
Lizzie sat there for a minute. She didn't really want to say anything to him, but it was her turn to speak. After a few moments, Lizzie unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the door, "I have to use the bathroom," she said.
Gordo got out as well and started to follow her, "Is there anything I can do to help?" he asked, because he knew that pregnant women had to go to the bathroom a lot and had morning sickness.
Lizzie shook her head, "Not unless you can figure out a way to go to the bathroom for me."
"Oh," Gordo said, and he stopped following her and went back to the car to get out their clothes and everything and went to check in at the front desk. Since they were only staying for one night, they brought a smaller bag to share that held enough clothes for them to last for the next twenty-four hours. Of course, they came up to this idea before they were fighting.
By the time he got the key for their room, Lizzie was out of the bathroom and standing with him.
"We are in room 203," he said.
Lizzie, who looked tired, nodded her head, "Okay."
"You want to go into the room now?" Gordo asked, as if they had a lot of other choices.
Lizzie nodded her head, "Okay."
Gordo headed toward the elevator and Lizzie followed. The hotel seemed nice. Their were a few people in the lobby, but not a lot of people.
They got into the elevator and went to the second floor and to their room. In their room, they had a slight problem-their was only one bed.
"I'll sleep on the floor," Gordo said, even though Lizzie hadn't said anything. Gordo could tell by the look on Lizzie's face that she didn't like the setting, though, which was why he offered.
Lizzie nodded her head and set her purse on her bed. Lizzie then headed toward the bathroom for a glass of water.
"Gordo?" she called.
"Yes?" Gordo said, shocked about the fact that she was talking to him. He stood up.
"Where can I get some ice?" she asked, appearing from the bathroom with a glass of water.
"I'll get some for you," Gordo offered.
"No, you don't have to," Lizzie argued.
"I know," he said, "But I want to."
Lizzie looked at him and slowly nodded her head, "Okay."
"Do you need anything else?"
Lizzie shook her head, "No, just the ice."
Gordo nodded his head and got the key and left the room.
Lizzie sighed the second he left. She felt really hot and a little sick, but didn't want Gordo to know how bad she felt. She didn't want him to take care of her.
While Lizzie waited for Gordo, she went to the bed and started to rest. She was still hot, so she took off her shirt, which left her in her jeans and bra. Realizing that the jeans weren't helping her cool off, she took her jeans off, too, leaving her with her with only her bra and underwear. She stayed on the bed while she waited for the ice.
A few minutes later, Gordo returned, and when he saw Lizzie on the bed as she was, he apologized and turned away.
"Where's the ice?" Lizzie asked, still somewhat hot.
"They don't give ice away here," he said.
"Oh," Lizzie said, and she looked at Gordo and noticed he was avoiding looking at her. She smiled internally at the thought of him avoiding looking at her as if he had never seen her like this.
"Are you hot?" Gordo asked.
"Yeah," Lizzie said, weakly, "Maybe a cold shower will help."
Lizzie stood up and went to the bathroom and shut the door behind her. A few seconds later, he heard the shower running.
In the meantime, Gordo decided to do something. He was hungry, but didn't want to go anywhere without Lizzie, so he decided to wait for her and try and read a magazine. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to concentrate enough to actually read the magazine. His mind was on other matters and things.
Five minutes later, the shower stopped, and Lizzie came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her. Because he couldn't come up with a better idea without looking like a pervert, Gordo turned away from her while she dressed.
"What do you want to do about lunch?" he asked her, still looking the other way.
Lizzie felt like she was going to be sick at the mention of food, but again, didn't want Gordo to know how she felt, "Um, why don't we eat at the hotel?"
"Okay," Gordo said, "Just tell me when you are ready."
"Actually," Lizzie said, "Can you bring it up here?"
Gordo turned around and looked at Lizzie, concerned, "Why? Are you okay?"
Lizzie nodded her head, trying to look convinced, "I just have a little head ache."
"Would you like any Advil?" he asked, "Because I do have some Advil in the car."
Lizzie shook her head, "No thanks. I am not supposed to have Advil anyway."
"Why?" Gordo asked, without really thinking.
"Pregnant women are not supposed to have medicine," Lizzie said, speaking quietly, as if she was ashamed that she was pregnant.
"Oh," Gordo said, not able to think of anything better to say, "I will bring you back something." Gordo got up and left the room once again. Once he was gone, Lizzie was on a mission to try and find some sort of air conditioning or a fan because the Italian afternoon heat was getting to her.
Finally, she found a fan in her closet and set it up next to her as she lay on the bed, trying to feel better. Between the heat and the feeling of a need to throw up, Lizzie needed to rest.
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Please review. Next chapter, can Gordo help Lizzie anymore while she feels sick? Will they ever talk about what they need to talk about???
Chapter 11
Lizzie was still sleeping by the time they had reached their destination. By now, it was in the early afternoon. Gordo debated about whether or not to wake Lizzie up. They still weren't quite on good terms yet.
He quietly turned off the engine and sat in the car. They were in front of their hotel that they would be staying at for the night.
After thinking about it for a few minutes, Gordo decided that the best way to handle the situation was to wake her up by touching her and talking to her. If this situation was normal, he would honk his horn, turn the radio on loudly, or yell at her, but he wasn't trying to get even more on her bad side than he already was.
Nope, he had to prove to her that he was mature. Mature enough to the extent that he was ready to be a father.
"Lizzie," Gordo said, speaking softly as he touched her on the shoulder, "We are in Taranto at the hotel. Lizzie, wake up," he said.
Slowly, Lizzie's eyes fluttered open and she looked around and realized she was in a car with Gordo.
Gordo hoped that by some small chance that when waking her up, she would forget for one second that they were fighting and reach over and give him a kiss, but he had no such luck. He missed her kisses so much. He missed them enough to decide that he would never argue with Lizzie again if they were to ever get back together. Unfortunately, Lizzie seemed to remember that she and Gordo were fighting when she woke up.
Lizzie looked outside the car, "Is this our hotel?"
Gordo nodded his head, not that it made a difference because she wasn't looking at him, and then said, "Yeah, this is it."
Lizzie sat there for a minute. She didn't really want to say anything to him, but it was her turn to speak. After a few moments, Lizzie unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the door, "I have to use the bathroom," she said.
Gordo got out as well and started to follow her, "Is there anything I can do to help?" he asked, because he knew that pregnant women had to go to the bathroom a lot and had morning sickness.
Lizzie shook her head, "Not unless you can figure out a way to go to the bathroom for me."
"Oh," Gordo said, and he stopped following her and went back to the car to get out their clothes and everything and went to check in at the front desk. Since they were only staying for one night, they brought a smaller bag to share that held enough clothes for them to last for the next twenty-four hours. Of course, they came up to this idea before they were fighting.
By the time he got the key for their room, Lizzie was out of the bathroom and standing with him.
"We are in room 203," he said.
Lizzie, who looked tired, nodded her head, "Okay."
"You want to go into the room now?" Gordo asked, as if they had a lot of other choices.
Lizzie nodded her head, "Okay."
Gordo headed toward the elevator and Lizzie followed. The hotel seemed nice. Their were a few people in the lobby, but not a lot of people.
They got into the elevator and went to the second floor and to their room. In their room, they had a slight problem-their was only one bed.
"I'll sleep on the floor," Gordo said, even though Lizzie hadn't said anything. Gordo could tell by the look on Lizzie's face that she didn't like the setting, though, which was why he offered.
Lizzie nodded her head and set her purse on her bed. Lizzie then headed toward the bathroom for a glass of water.
"Gordo?" she called.
"Yes?" Gordo said, shocked about the fact that she was talking to him. He stood up.
"Where can I get some ice?" she asked, appearing from the bathroom with a glass of water.
"I'll get some for you," Gordo offered.
"No, you don't have to," Lizzie argued.
"I know," he said, "But I want to."
Lizzie looked at him and slowly nodded her head, "Okay."
"Do you need anything else?"
Lizzie shook her head, "No, just the ice."
Gordo nodded his head and got the key and left the room.
Lizzie sighed the second he left. She felt really hot and a little sick, but didn't want Gordo to know how bad she felt. She didn't want him to take care of her.
While Lizzie waited for Gordo, she went to the bed and started to rest. She was still hot, so she took off her shirt, which left her in her jeans and bra. Realizing that the jeans weren't helping her cool off, she took her jeans off, too, leaving her with her with only her bra and underwear. She stayed on the bed while she waited for the ice.
A few minutes later, Gordo returned, and when he saw Lizzie on the bed as she was, he apologized and turned away.
"Where's the ice?" Lizzie asked, still somewhat hot.
"They don't give ice away here," he said.
"Oh," Lizzie said, and she looked at Gordo and noticed he was avoiding looking at her. She smiled internally at the thought of him avoiding looking at her as if he had never seen her like this.
"Are you hot?" Gordo asked.
"Yeah," Lizzie said, weakly, "Maybe a cold shower will help."
Lizzie stood up and went to the bathroom and shut the door behind her. A few seconds later, he heard the shower running.
In the meantime, Gordo decided to do something. He was hungry, but didn't want to go anywhere without Lizzie, so he decided to wait for her and try and read a magazine. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to concentrate enough to actually read the magazine. His mind was on other matters and things.
Five minutes later, the shower stopped, and Lizzie came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her. Because he couldn't come up with a better idea without looking like a pervert, Gordo turned away from her while she dressed.
"What do you want to do about lunch?" he asked her, still looking the other way.
Lizzie felt like she was going to be sick at the mention of food, but again, didn't want Gordo to know how she felt, "Um, why don't we eat at the hotel?"
"Okay," Gordo said, "Just tell me when you are ready."
"Actually," Lizzie said, "Can you bring it up here?"
Gordo turned around and looked at Lizzie, concerned, "Why? Are you okay?"
Lizzie nodded her head, trying to look convinced, "I just have a little head ache."
"Would you like any Advil?" he asked, "Because I do have some Advil in the car."
Lizzie shook her head, "No thanks. I am not supposed to have Advil anyway."
"Why?" Gordo asked, without really thinking.
"Pregnant women are not supposed to have medicine," Lizzie said, speaking quietly, as if she was ashamed that she was pregnant.
"Oh," Gordo said, not able to think of anything better to say, "I will bring you back something." Gordo got up and left the room once again. Once he was gone, Lizzie was on a mission to try and find some sort of air conditioning or a fan because the Italian afternoon heat was getting to her.
Finally, she found a fan in her closet and set it up next to her as she lay on the bed, trying to feel better. Between the heat and the feeling of a need to throw up, Lizzie needed to rest.
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Please review. Next chapter, can Gordo help Lizzie anymore while she feels sick? Will they ever talk about what they need to talk about???