I DO NOT OWN LIZZIE MCGUIRE. I do what I can to update as soon as possible. But, my ADD mind is trying to learn Italian and German while still trying to remember everything she is supposed to be learning in school, like French, while keeping up with the Spanish she learned three years ago because this mind is going to go to Spain this summer and doesn't remember much from her four years of Spanish taking. And still, somehow, English confuses me. Molto gracias pour the geduld. However, since this week is Spring Break and I actually have No Place to Go, (um. I suppose that's a plug for a certain fan fiction by a certain elephante. You owe me.) I will be working on this and my other stories. Thanks. Piacere.
Chapter Twenty-Two
The next morning, Lizzie woke up refreshed and feeling more confident than she did the day before. Last night was special for Lizzie because she now felt a deeper connection with her beloved Gordo and that added more comfort in being with him as well.
At this point, Lizzie felt like she knew everything about Gordo. With her memory almost completely recovered and with what he told her, once again, she had the feeling that she had known him for a long time.
Gordo was still asleep when Lizzie woke up. Lizzie arose from the bed they shared and looked out of the window to observe that once again, the day had brought beauty and the weather had brought sunshine. She smiled as she looked forward to spending the day with her Gordo. She wanted to take full advantage because she knew that the next day, her parents were coming to visit her.
After a few minutes, Lizzie finally drew herself away from the window and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. As the warm water hit her, Lizzie closed her eyes and reflected on her memories with Gordo. She thought of their first kiss, their first dance, and every kiss and dance thereafter and couldn't keep herself from smiling. She was in love…and to her, the feeling felt like it was the first time in her life.
After her shower, Lizzie stood in front of the mirror as she got dressed with a brand new feeling about her body. After yesterday, she convinced herself that she wasn't getting fatter or anything like that. No, in fact, today, she looked at herself and thought, "Wow. I am carrying another life! This is amazing." To be completely honest, she woke up high on life, and no drugs or fumes could bring her to this special level. It was a mixture of love, happiness, and being comfortable with herself and Gordo. Nothing, she felt, could bring her down.
What Lizzie didn't know was Gordo's side of the story. After Lizzie fell asleep the night before, Gordo tossed and turned, regretting so many things about the day before, and especially the night. Gordo felt guilty before they made love because he had so many opportunities to tell Lizzie the truth of what happened and yet he didn't take proper advantage of those opportunities. He didn't feel too guilty, though, because as the day went by, he thought as long as he didn't do anything with her that could hurt her in the future or ruin what they had, he could wait another day or two. But after last night, he did do something that would hurt her when she found out the truth and this could potentially ruin what they have in the future. Gordo felt as if he failed himself. He didn't expect the night before to happen, as he stopped that from happening that afternoon, but he did. And once again, he wished he could erase history. But he couldn't. He was trapped.
Gordo barely got any sleep the night before and didn't feel like getting up. No, getting up would mean facing the enemy. He was weak and as last night proved, couldn't fend for himself. He couldn't bring himself to tell Lizzie one tiny detail, and thusly, he felt screwed.
That morning when Gordo heard the water run from the shower, all Gordo wanted to do was transport himself out of there. That way, he could show up a few months from now, when Lizzie figured out what was going on, and forgive him. He hated that feeling, but he couldn't deny that feeling.
Gordo got up, got dressed and got a few of his things together and left a note on the dresser for Lizzie when she got out.
"Lizzie, I have to take care of a few things. I'll be gone all day. I love you, Gordo"
Just like that. Gordo left Lizzie with some money and fled from the room. He felt horrible, but he felt like it was better than being with her and carrying the guilt. At least this way, Gordo wouldn't have to look at her while he was carrying this immense guilt.
Gordo drove away from that hotel that morning with tears in his eyes. Since when was he so weak that he had to run away from everything as opposed to dealing with this. He was a coward who had nowhere to really go or anything to do, so he drove. He didn't care if he got lost. In fact, he almost wanted to get lost and take a wrong turn. At this point, he had taken so many wrong turns recently; maybe another wrong turn would somehow be a right turn. Or, at least right for him.
If he were anyone else in this situation, they would handle it a lot better. They wouldn't feel like they needed to run away from everything and avoid anything. No, they would handle it a lot better. Gordo was also beginning to think that Lizzie deserved someone better than him. No, she didn't really want to marry someone with the likes of him. She needed someone better suited and better prepared.
Gordo drove on and on and only stopped when he had to. He had no idea where he was or where he needed to go, but this road trip was his only hope. He needed to rethink everything, especially after last night. It because incredibly crucial with what he said from then on, but he didn't know what to say.
Before he could come up with any answers, however, Gordo suddenly found himself reaching the French-Italian border. He still had no idea what he could possibly do or say to Lizzie to make everything okay again. He figured at this point, it wouldn't hurt to try a different country to help him decide. So, before he knew it, Gordo found himself crossing the border into France. It didn't seem real as he handed the official his passport, but it was and to Gordo, it was his only hope.
~~~
When Lizzie was getting dressed in front of the mirror, she didn't notice the note or the lack of Gordo on the bed. She was so caught up in her own feelings that she didn't notice the note until she went to get her brush. She noticed the note and didn't know what to think. What did Gordo have to do that was so important that he couldn't wait for her?
With no time specified on the note as to when he would return and no number to reach him with, Lizzie didn't know what to think.
All she knew was that she wouldn't be spending this beautiful Italian day with her beloved Gordo.
Her beloved Gordo fled to another country.
Chapter Twenty-Two
The next morning, Lizzie woke up refreshed and feeling more confident than she did the day before. Last night was special for Lizzie because she now felt a deeper connection with her beloved Gordo and that added more comfort in being with him as well.
At this point, Lizzie felt like she knew everything about Gordo. With her memory almost completely recovered and with what he told her, once again, she had the feeling that she had known him for a long time.
Gordo was still asleep when Lizzie woke up. Lizzie arose from the bed they shared and looked out of the window to observe that once again, the day had brought beauty and the weather had brought sunshine. She smiled as she looked forward to spending the day with her Gordo. She wanted to take full advantage because she knew that the next day, her parents were coming to visit her.
After a few minutes, Lizzie finally drew herself away from the window and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. As the warm water hit her, Lizzie closed her eyes and reflected on her memories with Gordo. She thought of their first kiss, their first dance, and every kiss and dance thereafter and couldn't keep herself from smiling. She was in love…and to her, the feeling felt like it was the first time in her life.
After her shower, Lizzie stood in front of the mirror as she got dressed with a brand new feeling about her body. After yesterday, she convinced herself that she wasn't getting fatter or anything like that. No, in fact, today, she looked at herself and thought, "Wow. I am carrying another life! This is amazing." To be completely honest, she woke up high on life, and no drugs or fumes could bring her to this special level. It was a mixture of love, happiness, and being comfortable with herself and Gordo. Nothing, she felt, could bring her down.
What Lizzie didn't know was Gordo's side of the story. After Lizzie fell asleep the night before, Gordo tossed and turned, regretting so many things about the day before, and especially the night. Gordo felt guilty before they made love because he had so many opportunities to tell Lizzie the truth of what happened and yet he didn't take proper advantage of those opportunities. He didn't feel too guilty, though, because as the day went by, he thought as long as he didn't do anything with her that could hurt her in the future or ruin what they had, he could wait another day or two. But after last night, he did do something that would hurt her when she found out the truth and this could potentially ruin what they have in the future. Gordo felt as if he failed himself. He didn't expect the night before to happen, as he stopped that from happening that afternoon, but he did. And once again, he wished he could erase history. But he couldn't. He was trapped.
Gordo barely got any sleep the night before and didn't feel like getting up. No, getting up would mean facing the enemy. He was weak and as last night proved, couldn't fend for himself. He couldn't bring himself to tell Lizzie one tiny detail, and thusly, he felt screwed.
That morning when Gordo heard the water run from the shower, all Gordo wanted to do was transport himself out of there. That way, he could show up a few months from now, when Lizzie figured out what was going on, and forgive him. He hated that feeling, but he couldn't deny that feeling.
Gordo got up, got dressed and got a few of his things together and left a note on the dresser for Lizzie when she got out.
"Lizzie, I have to take care of a few things. I'll be gone all day. I love you, Gordo"
Just like that. Gordo left Lizzie with some money and fled from the room. He felt horrible, but he felt like it was better than being with her and carrying the guilt. At least this way, Gordo wouldn't have to look at her while he was carrying this immense guilt.
Gordo drove away from that hotel that morning with tears in his eyes. Since when was he so weak that he had to run away from everything as opposed to dealing with this. He was a coward who had nowhere to really go or anything to do, so he drove. He didn't care if he got lost. In fact, he almost wanted to get lost and take a wrong turn. At this point, he had taken so many wrong turns recently; maybe another wrong turn would somehow be a right turn. Or, at least right for him.
If he were anyone else in this situation, they would handle it a lot better. They wouldn't feel like they needed to run away from everything and avoid anything. No, they would handle it a lot better. Gordo was also beginning to think that Lizzie deserved someone better than him. No, she didn't really want to marry someone with the likes of him. She needed someone better suited and better prepared.
Gordo drove on and on and only stopped when he had to. He had no idea where he was or where he needed to go, but this road trip was his only hope. He needed to rethink everything, especially after last night. It because incredibly crucial with what he said from then on, but he didn't know what to say.
Before he could come up with any answers, however, Gordo suddenly found himself reaching the French-Italian border. He still had no idea what he could possibly do or say to Lizzie to make everything okay again. He figured at this point, it wouldn't hurt to try a different country to help him decide. So, before he knew it, Gordo found himself crossing the border into France. It didn't seem real as he handed the official his passport, but it was and to Gordo, it was his only hope.
~~~
When Lizzie was getting dressed in front of the mirror, she didn't notice the note or the lack of Gordo on the bed. She was so caught up in her own feelings that she didn't notice the note until she went to get her brush. She noticed the note and didn't know what to think. What did Gordo have to do that was so important that he couldn't wait for her?
With no time specified on the note as to when he would return and no number to reach him with, Lizzie didn't know what to think.
All she knew was that she wouldn't be spending this beautiful Italian day with her beloved Gordo.
Her beloved Gordo fled to another country.