I DO NOT OWN LIZZIE MCGUIRE. Well, I made it past 100 reviews! Yay for me! This is a cause for celebration. Will you settle for chapter twenty-four?
Also, I'm working on a new story that I probably won't publish until I've completed this story. Anyway, check my bio for more details and the link to see the prologue of the story. Tell me what you think!
Chapter Twenty-Four
~Gordo~
When Gordo realized that he probably wouldn't make it back to Rome until sometime in the middle of the night, he figured he owed it to Lizzie to call her. In his point of view, he thought it would be a little awkward, considering he just up and left that morning, but he thought she would understand. He didn't, however, expect it to be quite as awkward as It was.
It was Lizzie's turn to know something that he didn't know. It was his turn to get kicked in the face.
Gordo dialed the number and was beginning to think he dialed the wrong number, as telephone systems were different than those in America and it was easy to make a mistake. He was about to hang up when someone did finally pick up. To his relief, it was Lizzie.
"Hey, Lizzie," he said, trying to sound as cheery as possible.
"What do you want?" Lizzie asked coldly.
Gordo thought her tone was a little strange, but still didn't have any suspicions that she knew something, "I'm sorry I left this morning like that."
"Yeah, well, I guess I understand. First, you tell me that you don't want a family and then I develop amnesia and you take advantage of me and worse, you lie to me."
Whoa. Gordo was not expecting this when he picked up the phone. Was this some sort of nightmare? No, because this felt to real, even if it was on the phone, the worst imaginable had happened, "Lizzie?" he finally said, making sure she was still on the line and he hadn't just thought this up.
"What?" Lizzie said, harshly.
"Are-are you okay?"
"Dammit, Gordo! What do you think? Don't play dumb with me. I know you don't want this child. Or what? Is there anything else you forgot to tell me? Are you having an affair? Gordo?"
"Lizzie…let me explain!" It was lame, but it was the only thing Gordo knew what to say. He wasn't prepared for this to happen. Not like this. He thought about a lot of things in France, like how to tell her about this, but what he didn't think of was how to react if she found out.
"Explain what? The part where you aren't ready for a family or the part where you slept with me knowing what happened before I was in the hospital? Gordo, you took advantage of me last night. How do you think that makes me feel?" Lizzie said, starting to cry, "Or did you forget to ask me how I feel about it, like you always do."
"No! That's not it. Lizzie, please! Let me explain. You have no idea how much this had bothered me. I had every intention of telling you, I really did."
"Gordo, I don't want to hear it, okay? The only reason I picked up this phone was because I thought it might be my parents or Miranda. You are the last person I want to talk to."
"I'll be home in a few hours. When I get there, we can talk about all of this and clear this up!" Gordo said, desperately. He'd never felt so powerless in his life.
"No, Gordo. I've had it! You've lied to me and I don't think I can trust you."
"Lizzie,"
"I'm going home tonight."
"Lizzie, please—wait, what?"
"I can't take it here any longer. I want to go home and work this out with my own family," she said, trying to calm down, but there was still a cold tone in her voice.
"I'm going home with you, then!"
"No! Gordo, I don't want that. You stay here or go back with Miranda and Ethan. I don't think I can handle you right now."
"Lizzie," Gordo said, still not ready to give up, "I can't let you do this. Not by yourself. Now, please, I really think we should talk about this before you run off home."
"Gordo, I don't want to talk to you right now."
"Please? Your parents are coming tomorrow morning and are already on the plane probably. I'll be home in a couple of hours and I promise you that after you hear what I have to say, you won't be disappointed. Please, Lizzie, just give me a chance to explain this."
"Gordo, you've had days to explain."
"I never found the right time."
"Ugh," Lizzie said, sounded disgusted, "Is there ever a right time with you?"
"Lizzie—please. The least we can do is talk about this. I am the father of this child and I want you to know what I think about this."
Gordo could hear Lizzie sigh loudly from the other end.
"Lizzie, before this accident, you and I agreed that we would talk about this whole thing. I've been ready for this talk for a few days and I think we owe it to our unborn child to talk about this and set the record straight," Gordo said, hoping that she would take this into account.
He could hear her crying from the other end, "Fine," she said, giving in, "I'll stay. But I'll make this clear that I am not staying for you. I am staying for my parents and this child."
"I know, and I appreciate that. I'll see you in a few hours. I love you."
Lizzie didn't say anything to that. Instead, she hung up the phone, so Gordo was really talking to a dead end. Gordo sighed as he hung up the phone. He walked back toward the rental car and got in, but before starting the engine, he leaned on the steering wheel and took a deep breath. How did he get here in the first place?
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I realize this isn't the longest chapter ever, but I have every intention of having another chapter up this weekend. In the meantime, please review and tell me what you think.
Also, I'm working on a new story that I probably won't publish until I've completed this story. Anyway, check my bio for more details and the link to see the prologue of the story. Tell me what you think!
Chapter Twenty-Four
~Gordo~
When Gordo realized that he probably wouldn't make it back to Rome until sometime in the middle of the night, he figured he owed it to Lizzie to call her. In his point of view, he thought it would be a little awkward, considering he just up and left that morning, but he thought she would understand. He didn't, however, expect it to be quite as awkward as It was.
It was Lizzie's turn to know something that he didn't know. It was his turn to get kicked in the face.
Gordo dialed the number and was beginning to think he dialed the wrong number, as telephone systems were different than those in America and it was easy to make a mistake. He was about to hang up when someone did finally pick up. To his relief, it was Lizzie.
"Hey, Lizzie," he said, trying to sound as cheery as possible.
"What do you want?" Lizzie asked coldly.
Gordo thought her tone was a little strange, but still didn't have any suspicions that she knew something, "I'm sorry I left this morning like that."
"Yeah, well, I guess I understand. First, you tell me that you don't want a family and then I develop amnesia and you take advantage of me and worse, you lie to me."
Whoa. Gordo was not expecting this when he picked up the phone. Was this some sort of nightmare? No, because this felt to real, even if it was on the phone, the worst imaginable had happened, "Lizzie?" he finally said, making sure she was still on the line and he hadn't just thought this up.
"What?" Lizzie said, harshly.
"Are-are you okay?"
"Dammit, Gordo! What do you think? Don't play dumb with me. I know you don't want this child. Or what? Is there anything else you forgot to tell me? Are you having an affair? Gordo?"
"Lizzie…let me explain!" It was lame, but it was the only thing Gordo knew what to say. He wasn't prepared for this to happen. Not like this. He thought about a lot of things in France, like how to tell her about this, but what he didn't think of was how to react if she found out.
"Explain what? The part where you aren't ready for a family or the part where you slept with me knowing what happened before I was in the hospital? Gordo, you took advantage of me last night. How do you think that makes me feel?" Lizzie said, starting to cry, "Or did you forget to ask me how I feel about it, like you always do."
"No! That's not it. Lizzie, please! Let me explain. You have no idea how much this had bothered me. I had every intention of telling you, I really did."
"Gordo, I don't want to hear it, okay? The only reason I picked up this phone was because I thought it might be my parents or Miranda. You are the last person I want to talk to."
"I'll be home in a few hours. When I get there, we can talk about all of this and clear this up!" Gordo said, desperately. He'd never felt so powerless in his life.
"No, Gordo. I've had it! You've lied to me and I don't think I can trust you."
"Lizzie,"
"I'm going home tonight."
"Lizzie, please—wait, what?"
"I can't take it here any longer. I want to go home and work this out with my own family," she said, trying to calm down, but there was still a cold tone in her voice.
"I'm going home with you, then!"
"No! Gordo, I don't want that. You stay here or go back with Miranda and Ethan. I don't think I can handle you right now."
"Lizzie," Gordo said, still not ready to give up, "I can't let you do this. Not by yourself. Now, please, I really think we should talk about this before you run off home."
"Gordo, I don't want to talk to you right now."
"Please? Your parents are coming tomorrow morning and are already on the plane probably. I'll be home in a couple of hours and I promise you that after you hear what I have to say, you won't be disappointed. Please, Lizzie, just give me a chance to explain this."
"Gordo, you've had days to explain."
"I never found the right time."
"Ugh," Lizzie said, sounded disgusted, "Is there ever a right time with you?"
"Lizzie—please. The least we can do is talk about this. I am the father of this child and I want you to know what I think about this."
Gordo could hear Lizzie sigh loudly from the other end.
"Lizzie, before this accident, you and I agreed that we would talk about this whole thing. I've been ready for this talk for a few days and I think we owe it to our unborn child to talk about this and set the record straight," Gordo said, hoping that she would take this into account.
He could hear her crying from the other end, "Fine," she said, giving in, "I'll stay. But I'll make this clear that I am not staying for you. I am staying for my parents and this child."
"I know, and I appreciate that. I'll see you in a few hours. I love you."
Lizzie didn't say anything to that. Instead, she hung up the phone, so Gordo was really talking to a dead end. Gordo sighed as he hung up the phone. He walked back toward the rental car and got in, but before starting the engine, he leaned on the steering wheel and took a deep breath. How did he get here in the first place?
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I realize this isn't the longest chapter ever, but I have every intention of having another chapter up this weekend. In the meantime, please review and tell me what you think.