Disclaimer: I do not "Lizzie McGuire" or the song "The Trouble With Love
Is" by Kelly Clarkson.
Chapter Five: The Trouble With Love Is
It couldn't have been more embarrassing. Kate grabbed a paper. Ethan grabbed a paper. Soon the whole group had grabbed one off the newsstand and were asking random people off the street to translate the article. Ms. Ungermeyer attempted to calm the madness.
"People! People! This is not appropriate behavior! Put the papers back or pay for them! Stop talking to strangers, you clucks! Craft, leave that pigeon alone!"
Gordo backed away from the bus and looked over at Lizzie. Her face was in her hands. He wanted to walk over there but he was too nervous. What could he say? What would he do?
~Love can bring a many splendid things, barer of the joy it brings. Dozen roses, diamond rings, dreams for sale, and fairytales~
Gordo had to talk to her. This whole thing was his fault in some ways. He didn't know what he would say, but he would find a way to make it better, to comfort Lizzie like he always had been able to.
~It can make you hear a symphony and you just want the world to see. But like a drug that makes you blind. . . it'll fool you every time~
Lizzie stood at the newsstand, hands over her face, tears spilling through her fingers. Why was this happening to her? She wasn't in love with Gordo. He was her best friend. But then she remembered the kiss on the roof and the real story behind the photos. She looked up and saw Gordo headed her way. She suddenly got really dizzy.
~The trouble with love is it can tear you up inside, make your heart believe a lie. Love is stronger than your pride~
Gordo stopped beside Lizzie. He wanted to say something but the words choked up in his suddenly dry mouth.
~The trouble with love is it doesn't care how fast you fall and you can't refuse the call. You know, you've got no say at all~
Lizzie was the first to speak. "Gordo," she said. "I am SO sorry about this."
Gordo was surprised. It wasn't her doing. "Lizzie, you don't have to apologize. It's not true."
'This is it, McGuire,' she thought to herself. 'This is the opportune moment to tell him the truth because he won't make the first move~
"Um, actually, Gordo. . ." she began, inching towards him.
~Now I was once I fool, it's true. I played the game by all the rules. Now my world's a deeper blue. I'm sadder but I'm wiser too~
Suddenly, a mob of reporters rushed towards Lizzie and Gordo. They clicked away with their cameras, shouting things at them. "Lizzie!" one screamed. "Lizzie! Who is he? Are you having a secret romance?"
"No!" Lizzie shouted, trying to back away from the mob. "No! This is my best friend, David Gordon! We are NOT having a secret romance! Now please, go away!"
Suddenly, it was Sergei to the rescue. He pushed the reporters away.
A few minutes later, the gang was back on the bus, photographers following it, snapping away. Lizzie and Gordo watched them for a moment and then turned around in their seats, relieved.
~I swore I would never love again; swore my heart would never mend. Said love wasn't worth the pain. . . but then I hear it call my name~
Gordo looked at Lizzie and her back at him. He gave her his tight- lip smile and head nod and she gave him her giggle. "That was interesting," she said.
"Yea," said Gordo. "It was."
"Count it as an adventure?" she joked.
Gordo laughed lightly. "If you want. You're the star."
She laughed. Gordo was getting really good at that.
~The trouble with love is it can tear you up inside, make your heart believe a lie. Love is stronger than your pride~
"So," Gordo continued, "what were you going to say before all that?"
"What?"
"You said 'Actually' and stopped because of the reporters." A lump formed in his throat. "What were you going to say?"
~The trouble with love is it doesn't care how fast you fall and you can't refuse the call. You know, you've got no say at all~
'Just tell him,' Lizzie thought. 'Look at how cute he looks right now. Aww, he's got that sleepy look. That is so adorable.'
~Every time I turn around I think got it all figured out. My heart keeps on calling and I keep on falling over and over again~
"Um, I was gonna say that. . ."
'What is she poking at here?' Gordo thought as he waited for Lizzie to continue. 'What is she trying to say? She couldn't possibly feel the same way I do. Kate couldn't possibly be right. She is evil * and * smart, though. . . nah.'
"It was nothing," Lizzie finally spat out. She looked away. "It just made a funny story is all."
'Smooth move, McGuire,' she thought. 'Brilliant battle plan. Maybe you really just want him to 'fess up first.'
"Oh," said Gordo, a slump in his voice. He forced a chuckle. "That is funny. You and me, a secret romance. Ha. That's a good one."
~This sad story always ends the same: me standing in the pouring rain. It seems no matter what I do it tears my heart in two~
The bus came to a sudden stop and Ms. Ungermeyer stood up. "Alright people, we've arrived at the ancient theatre." She looked in Lizzie and Gordo's direction. "But this time, no newspapers. This isn't a bathroom."
Lizzie and Gordo glanced at each other and laughed and got off the bus with everyone else. That whole experience really was funny.
~The trouble with love is it can tear you up inside, make your heart believe a lie. Love is stronger than your pride. The trouble with love is it doesn't care how fast you fall and you can't refuse the call. You know, you've got no say at all~
So, was it horrible? I hope not. OO, I just read an article in In Touch magazine that Hilary Duff and Lindsay Lohan hate each other's guts. That made me laugh. It all started over Aaron Carter cuz he cheated on Lindsay with Hilary. It's just so funny. Whose side would you take? I would take Lindsay's, no contest. lol
Keep it Heavenly,
(* Goddess4LiFe
Chapter Five: The Trouble With Love Is
It couldn't have been more embarrassing. Kate grabbed a paper. Ethan grabbed a paper. Soon the whole group had grabbed one off the newsstand and were asking random people off the street to translate the article. Ms. Ungermeyer attempted to calm the madness.
"People! People! This is not appropriate behavior! Put the papers back or pay for them! Stop talking to strangers, you clucks! Craft, leave that pigeon alone!"
Gordo backed away from the bus and looked over at Lizzie. Her face was in her hands. He wanted to walk over there but he was too nervous. What could he say? What would he do?
~Love can bring a many splendid things, barer of the joy it brings. Dozen roses, diamond rings, dreams for sale, and fairytales~
Gordo had to talk to her. This whole thing was his fault in some ways. He didn't know what he would say, but he would find a way to make it better, to comfort Lizzie like he always had been able to.
~It can make you hear a symphony and you just want the world to see. But like a drug that makes you blind. . . it'll fool you every time~
Lizzie stood at the newsstand, hands over her face, tears spilling through her fingers. Why was this happening to her? She wasn't in love with Gordo. He was her best friend. But then she remembered the kiss on the roof and the real story behind the photos. She looked up and saw Gordo headed her way. She suddenly got really dizzy.
~The trouble with love is it can tear you up inside, make your heart believe a lie. Love is stronger than your pride~
Gordo stopped beside Lizzie. He wanted to say something but the words choked up in his suddenly dry mouth.
~The trouble with love is it doesn't care how fast you fall and you can't refuse the call. You know, you've got no say at all~
Lizzie was the first to speak. "Gordo," she said. "I am SO sorry about this."
Gordo was surprised. It wasn't her doing. "Lizzie, you don't have to apologize. It's not true."
'This is it, McGuire,' she thought to herself. 'This is the opportune moment to tell him the truth because he won't make the first move~
"Um, actually, Gordo. . ." she began, inching towards him.
~Now I was once I fool, it's true. I played the game by all the rules. Now my world's a deeper blue. I'm sadder but I'm wiser too~
Suddenly, a mob of reporters rushed towards Lizzie and Gordo. They clicked away with their cameras, shouting things at them. "Lizzie!" one screamed. "Lizzie! Who is he? Are you having a secret romance?"
"No!" Lizzie shouted, trying to back away from the mob. "No! This is my best friend, David Gordon! We are NOT having a secret romance! Now please, go away!"
Suddenly, it was Sergei to the rescue. He pushed the reporters away.
A few minutes later, the gang was back on the bus, photographers following it, snapping away. Lizzie and Gordo watched them for a moment and then turned around in their seats, relieved.
~I swore I would never love again; swore my heart would never mend. Said love wasn't worth the pain. . . but then I hear it call my name~
Gordo looked at Lizzie and her back at him. He gave her his tight- lip smile and head nod and she gave him her giggle. "That was interesting," she said.
"Yea," said Gordo. "It was."
"Count it as an adventure?" she joked.
Gordo laughed lightly. "If you want. You're the star."
She laughed. Gordo was getting really good at that.
~The trouble with love is it can tear you up inside, make your heart believe a lie. Love is stronger than your pride~
"So," Gordo continued, "what were you going to say before all that?"
"What?"
"You said 'Actually' and stopped because of the reporters." A lump formed in his throat. "What were you going to say?"
~The trouble with love is it doesn't care how fast you fall and you can't refuse the call. You know, you've got no say at all~
'Just tell him,' Lizzie thought. 'Look at how cute he looks right now. Aww, he's got that sleepy look. That is so adorable.'
~Every time I turn around I think got it all figured out. My heart keeps on calling and I keep on falling over and over again~
"Um, I was gonna say that. . ."
'What is she poking at here?' Gordo thought as he waited for Lizzie to continue. 'What is she trying to say? She couldn't possibly feel the same way I do. Kate couldn't possibly be right. She is evil * and * smart, though. . . nah.'
"It was nothing," Lizzie finally spat out. She looked away. "It just made a funny story is all."
'Smooth move, McGuire,' she thought. 'Brilliant battle plan. Maybe you really just want him to 'fess up first.'
"Oh," said Gordo, a slump in his voice. He forced a chuckle. "That is funny. You and me, a secret romance. Ha. That's a good one."
~This sad story always ends the same: me standing in the pouring rain. It seems no matter what I do it tears my heart in two~
The bus came to a sudden stop and Ms. Ungermeyer stood up. "Alright people, we've arrived at the ancient theatre." She looked in Lizzie and Gordo's direction. "But this time, no newspapers. This isn't a bathroom."
Lizzie and Gordo glanced at each other and laughed and got off the bus with everyone else. That whole experience really was funny.
~The trouble with love is it can tear you up inside, make your heart believe a lie. Love is stronger than your pride. The trouble with love is it doesn't care how fast you fall and you can't refuse the call. You know, you've got no say at all~
So, was it horrible? I hope not. OO, I just read an article in In Touch magazine that Hilary Duff and Lindsay Lohan hate each other's guts. That made me laugh. It all started over Aaron Carter cuz he cheated on Lindsay with Hilary. It's just so funny. Whose side would you take? I would take Lindsay's, no contest. lol
Keep it Heavenly,
(* Goddess4LiFe