I DO NOT OWN LIZZIE MCGUIRE. Sorry for the prolonged absence. Junior year is raising me up with all these things and I am trying hard not to fall or loose my balance.
Chapter Twenty-Four
How did he get here in the first place? He repeated in his mind, feeling sorry for himself. Oh, yeah, he thought, he couldn't do anything right in the first place.
"Please," he said, looking up to the sky in hopes that someone would hear him, "Please, if this is a dream, I've had enough. I've learned my lesson and I promise that I won't ever make these mistakes again. Someone pinch me so I can wake up and get on with my life."
But no one pinched him. This wasn't a dream and he had to face whatever he had to face in order to prove to Lizzie that he wasn't the jerk that he was beginning to think he was and that he wanted to be with Lizzie forever. He wouldn't give up.
He started the car and started heading south to Rome. He got out of France within the hour and by then, it was getting dark. He took a short break at a restroom and realized that his parents were probably boarding that plane as he was thinking. He sighed, if only they knew what they were coming to Rome to face.
That was why he had to fix everything before they came. He could see it now: he leaves for the airport to pick up Lizzie's and his own parents and Mr. McGuire sits in the front seat with him and smiles and calls him thing like "old sport", unbeknownst to Sam that not only did he knock up Sam's unwed daughter, but he also potentially ruined the best thing going for him in his life. As soon as they got to the hotel, Lizzie would pull the silence act and act like nothing was happening, but Jo would be able to tell. She would push it out of Lizzie and then everyone would turn on Gordo. He knew he had it coming no matter what.
He spent the rest of the time trying to think of what to say to Lizzie that would miraculously allow her to forgive him, but no ideas were coming up in his head. Nothing could prepare him for what he was about to face.
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~Lizzie~
Lizzie tossed and turned, but couldn't find herself to fall asleep. For the first time since all of this started, she began to question herself. Was she being unfair? Heaven knows, everyone makes mistakes and says something in their lives that they don't necessarily mean. Maybe Gordo had realized what he said was a mistake and was trying to make up for it and learning to accept it.
Lizzie sighed in the bed. What was she going to do? She's seen movies like Look Who's Talking and knew that single parenthood would be tough. She would have plenty of help from people around her, but she wanted support from Gordo. Acceptance was not what she needed. Support and optimism was what she needed. Maybe Gordo needed time and she was going through a stubborn phase.
Okay, she learned to accept that issue for the time being. Now for the next problem: the fact that he lied to her and used her. What was that about? One of the most important factors of a relationship is being able to tell the truth. Why couldn't Gordo tell her all of what was happening, and why did he let her fall for him all over again?
This frustrated Lizzie and she began to cry. The frustrations, however, didn't come from the fact that Gordo lied and ran off as much as the fact that she realized that she did love Gordo and completely fell for him and was scared her emotions could break them apart.
Lizzie was ultimately confused. She wished she could read his thoughts, as this would have made it a lot easier to decide a few things, like her future with him. "I want to forgive him," she found herself saying out loud.
Whoa. Where did that come from? She looked around, making sure no one was around to hear her. It was the truth, though. Whether she liked it or not, she loved him too much to let everything end so easily. He may have made a huge mistake with his words, but that was in the heat of the moment. Surely, assuming he had been telling the truth about his feelings when she had no memory of his thoughts, he had at least thought of ways to tell her about this. Knowing Gordo, he didn't want to lie, right?
She was so unsure of everything and she hated this feeling. It was like she was being thrown in all directions at once between wanting to kill Gordo, wanting to forgive him, wanting to talk about everything with him, being mad at herself for possibly blowing everything out of proportion, and being mad at getting mad at Gordo when the same thoughts crossed her mind. She needed to give Gordo some credit, here. Her heart was still devoted to him and he was the person that always made her smile. His opinion counted to her and maybe that was the reason that when he said all those things, her response was anger. How could he have said such things when he was supposed to be so optimistic?
She was glad she agreed to stay. She threatened to leave out of anger, anyway. She was also glad she agreed to take this trip with Gordo because as painful as it was to deal with all of this, she was glad at the end of the day (well, except this one) that Gordo was willing to be with her. Most of all, this trip was more like a journey. She learned so much about herself and thought so much about this that she was really beginning to get excited about everything. The whole idea of another life really was a miracle and she'd never experienced the real feeling of this miracle until she really thought about it all.
So there it was, all so clear. She would talk with Gordo and they would sort things out and they would live happily ever after thereafter. Lizzie grinned, and curled up in her bed. Everything would be okay, after all.
But now that the parents were coming, Lizzie decided to have a little fun of her own first. While she was willing to forgive him, she wasn't willing to tell him that she had forgiven him. He wasn't going to be let go without a fight.
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~Gordo~
At some point after Gordo lost the sense of time, Gordo reached Rome and before he was ready to face the music, he pulled into the hotel in which he and Lizzie were staying. He sighed. What was he going to say? In all honesty, he didn't think he could say anything that would impress Lizzie without proper sleep. He wanted to talk to her with energy.
Finally, after a few minutes he opened the car door and got his things from the back and slammed the door, locking it back. As tempting as it was to fall asleep in the car, he needed to know that Lizzie was okay.
When he reached the door to their room, he looked at it. Here goes nothing, he thought as he opened the door. He looked and saw Lizzie sound asleep on the bed. Gordo honestly expected her to be up and waiting for him and he was waiting for her to jump up and scream, but she didn't do that either. She just slept. And she actually looked peaceful.
Gordo thought for a moment. The right thing to do would be to announce his presence. But was that asking for something? He sighed loudly and sat on the chair by the window. He grabbed his pillow a pillow from the floor and put it behind his bed. Before he could say, "Buonanotte," he fell asleep.
~~~
~Lizzie~
The next morning, Lizzie woke up early and saw that Gordo was sleeping on the chair. She thought about waking him up, but decided against it, knowing that he could probably use the sleep.
Lizzie knew that their parents were flying in at around ten and it was eight then. Lizzie figured Gordo was in charge of picking them up, but knowing that he could use the extra sleep and not wanting to deal with awkwardness just yet, she decided that she was going to be the designated driver. She took a quick shower and dressed, leaving a quick " I went to pick up parents. I'll see you when we get back. Lizzie" note, grabbed the keys and was off.
She couldn't believe she was doing this. In fact, as she started the engine, she thought about going and waking up Gordo, but then decided it wasn't worth the hassle. She asked for directions from the lobby and headed for the airport and was there by nine-thirty. Good, she thought, she woke up feeling really good about everything for the first time. She didn't want to be angry anymore and she didn't want to get upset. She just wanted to look toward the future and deal with the present. She took a deep breath and walked to the gate to wait for her parents.
She bought a magazine and checked the flight. It was delayed about a half an hour. Great, she thought, she had an hour to spare. She thought about calling someone to pass time, as that was what she usually did when she was waiting for something, but wasn't entirely sure how to call anyone and didn't know whom to call. So she sat down with the magazine and waited.
But her parents weren't the only thing she was waiting for. She was really waiting for the rest of her life.
~~~
I'm going to try to update Simplicity next. Thanks for reading! I will write the next chapter as soon as possible.
Chapter Twenty-Four
How did he get here in the first place? He repeated in his mind, feeling sorry for himself. Oh, yeah, he thought, he couldn't do anything right in the first place.
"Please," he said, looking up to the sky in hopes that someone would hear him, "Please, if this is a dream, I've had enough. I've learned my lesson and I promise that I won't ever make these mistakes again. Someone pinch me so I can wake up and get on with my life."
But no one pinched him. This wasn't a dream and he had to face whatever he had to face in order to prove to Lizzie that he wasn't the jerk that he was beginning to think he was and that he wanted to be with Lizzie forever. He wouldn't give up.
He started the car and started heading south to Rome. He got out of France within the hour and by then, it was getting dark. He took a short break at a restroom and realized that his parents were probably boarding that plane as he was thinking. He sighed, if only they knew what they were coming to Rome to face.
That was why he had to fix everything before they came. He could see it now: he leaves for the airport to pick up Lizzie's and his own parents and Mr. McGuire sits in the front seat with him and smiles and calls him thing like "old sport", unbeknownst to Sam that not only did he knock up Sam's unwed daughter, but he also potentially ruined the best thing going for him in his life. As soon as they got to the hotel, Lizzie would pull the silence act and act like nothing was happening, but Jo would be able to tell. She would push it out of Lizzie and then everyone would turn on Gordo. He knew he had it coming no matter what.
He spent the rest of the time trying to think of what to say to Lizzie that would miraculously allow her to forgive him, but no ideas were coming up in his head. Nothing could prepare him for what he was about to face.
~~~
~Lizzie~
Lizzie tossed and turned, but couldn't find herself to fall asleep. For the first time since all of this started, she began to question herself. Was she being unfair? Heaven knows, everyone makes mistakes and says something in their lives that they don't necessarily mean. Maybe Gordo had realized what he said was a mistake and was trying to make up for it and learning to accept it.
Lizzie sighed in the bed. What was she going to do? She's seen movies like Look Who's Talking and knew that single parenthood would be tough. She would have plenty of help from people around her, but she wanted support from Gordo. Acceptance was not what she needed. Support and optimism was what she needed. Maybe Gordo needed time and she was going through a stubborn phase.
Okay, she learned to accept that issue for the time being. Now for the next problem: the fact that he lied to her and used her. What was that about? One of the most important factors of a relationship is being able to tell the truth. Why couldn't Gordo tell her all of what was happening, and why did he let her fall for him all over again?
This frustrated Lizzie and she began to cry. The frustrations, however, didn't come from the fact that Gordo lied and ran off as much as the fact that she realized that she did love Gordo and completely fell for him and was scared her emotions could break them apart.
Lizzie was ultimately confused. She wished she could read his thoughts, as this would have made it a lot easier to decide a few things, like her future with him. "I want to forgive him," she found herself saying out loud.
Whoa. Where did that come from? She looked around, making sure no one was around to hear her. It was the truth, though. Whether she liked it or not, she loved him too much to let everything end so easily. He may have made a huge mistake with his words, but that was in the heat of the moment. Surely, assuming he had been telling the truth about his feelings when she had no memory of his thoughts, he had at least thought of ways to tell her about this. Knowing Gordo, he didn't want to lie, right?
She was so unsure of everything and she hated this feeling. It was like she was being thrown in all directions at once between wanting to kill Gordo, wanting to forgive him, wanting to talk about everything with him, being mad at herself for possibly blowing everything out of proportion, and being mad at getting mad at Gordo when the same thoughts crossed her mind. She needed to give Gordo some credit, here. Her heart was still devoted to him and he was the person that always made her smile. His opinion counted to her and maybe that was the reason that when he said all those things, her response was anger. How could he have said such things when he was supposed to be so optimistic?
She was glad she agreed to stay. She threatened to leave out of anger, anyway. She was also glad she agreed to take this trip with Gordo because as painful as it was to deal with all of this, she was glad at the end of the day (well, except this one) that Gordo was willing to be with her. Most of all, this trip was more like a journey. She learned so much about herself and thought so much about this that she was really beginning to get excited about everything. The whole idea of another life really was a miracle and she'd never experienced the real feeling of this miracle until she really thought about it all.
So there it was, all so clear. She would talk with Gordo and they would sort things out and they would live happily ever after thereafter. Lizzie grinned, and curled up in her bed. Everything would be okay, after all.
But now that the parents were coming, Lizzie decided to have a little fun of her own first. While she was willing to forgive him, she wasn't willing to tell him that she had forgiven him. He wasn't going to be let go without a fight.
~~~
~Gordo~
At some point after Gordo lost the sense of time, Gordo reached Rome and before he was ready to face the music, he pulled into the hotel in which he and Lizzie were staying. He sighed. What was he going to say? In all honesty, he didn't think he could say anything that would impress Lizzie without proper sleep. He wanted to talk to her with energy.
Finally, after a few minutes he opened the car door and got his things from the back and slammed the door, locking it back. As tempting as it was to fall asleep in the car, he needed to know that Lizzie was okay.
When he reached the door to their room, he looked at it. Here goes nothing, he thought as he opened the door. He looked and saw Lizzie sound asleep on the bed. Gordo honestly expected her to be up and waiting for him and he was waiting for her to jump up and scream, but she didn't do that either. She just slept. And she actually looked peaceful.
Gordo thought for a moment. The right thing to do would be to announce his presence. But was that asking for something? He sighed loudly and sat on the chair by the window. He grabbed his pillow a pillow from the floor and put it behind his bed. Before he could say, "Buonanotte," he fell asleep.
~~~
~Lizzie~
The next morning, Lizzie woke up early and saw that Gordo was sleeping on the chair. She thought about waking him up, but decided against it, knowing that he could probably use the sleep.
Lizzie knew that their parents were flying in at around ten and it was eight then. Lizzie figured Gordo was in charge of picking them up, but knowing that he could use the extra sleep and not wanting to deal with awkwardness just yet, she decided that she was going to be the designated driver. She took a quick shower and dressed, leaving a quick " I went to pick up parents. I'll see you when we get back. Lizzie" note, grabbed the keys and was off.
She couldn't believe she was doing this. In fact, as she started the engine, she thought about going and waking up Gordo, but then decided it wasn't worth the hassle. She asked for directions from the lobby and headed for the airport and was there by nine-thirty. Good, she thought, she woke up feeling really good about everything for the first time. She didn't want to be angry anymore and she didn't want to get upset. She just wanted to look toward the future and deal with the present. She took a deep breath and walked to the gate to wait for her parents.
She bought a magazine and checked the flight. It was delayed about a half an hour. Great, she thought, she had an hour to spare. She thought about calling someone to pass time, as that was what she usually did when she was waiting for something, but wasn't entirely sure how to call anyone and didn't know whom to call. So she sat down with the magazine and waited.
But her parents weren't the only thing she was waiting for. She was really waiting for the rest of her life.
~~~
I'm going to try to update Simplicity next. Thanks for reading! I will write the next chapter as soon as possible.