A/N: I do not own – you guessed it – "Lizzie McGuire" or the song "I Try"
by Macy Gray.
Chapter Eight: I Try
Lizzie got dressed that not morning in silence. Her mouth was dry and her lips were stuck together. She was not in a good mood. How could she be? She was upset, mostly with herself.
'Why did I kiss Gordo? Why? Why? WHY? I shouldn't have, I shouldn't have, I SHOULDN'T HAVE! I destroyed our relationship. I wrecked everything. We'll never be the same.'
She kept repeating that in her brain.
Yet she still melted at the prospect of giving him another relationship- wrecking kiss.
~Games, changes, and fears. . . when will they go from here, when will they stop~
Lizzie brushed her teeth, put up her hair, and did her make-up. She looked better than she did when she woke up but she didn't feel better. She went downstairs solemnly and sat down at the breakfast table. Nothing else happened.
"Lizzie?" her mother asked, placing a bowl of oatmeal in front of her. "Are you okay, sweetie?"
Lizzie didn't look up. She barely was breathing. She felt like crap. Gordo was disappearing from her. She needed to see him.
"I have to go," she suddenly said. She stood up and walked out the door towards Miranda's house.
Gordo was waiting there already. He sat on his best friend's front porch and stared into space. Nothingness filled him. His mind was a void
"I can actually feel my brain turning to goo," he recalled telling Ethan.
He was more right than he thought.
Lizzie was now burned in his brain. He had actually gotten up this morning and left his home on his way to her house instead of Miranda's. He couldn't fall asleep the night before. He dreamed about her when he did. He was going out of his mind. What was wrong with him? She was usually all he thought about, but this was like turning it up times a thousand. He couldn't eat or sleep. He was head-over-heels.
Suddenly, a mirage of Lizzie appeared in front of him.
Only it wasn't a mirage.
It was her.
"Hey Gordo!" she called out in an attempt to sound hyper, but her voice still shook.
~I believe that fate has brought us here and we should be together but we're not~
She sat down beside him. She wanted to cry. It was uncomfortable sitting next to him when she new that their friendship was over. Over, over, over.
Gordo was speechless. As beautiful as she had always been, she was even more breathtaking today. He had to try not to stare and not to drool, but it was the most difficult thing he ever had to do.
"So," said Lizzie awkwardly, "are you excited that Miranda is coming home?"
Gordo finally woke up. "Oh, um, yeah," he stumbled over the words. "I can't wait to see her."
"Me, too," Lizzie agreed, looking at her feet.
~I play it off but I'm dreaming off you. . . I'll keep my cool but I'm fiendin~
They sat in silence for awhile, staring at the clouds overhead, scratching dirt off the steps with their feet. Gordo was practicing self-control; Lizzie wanted to cry. A strong flow of disguised emotions came from outside the Sanchez home that morning.
Finally, Lizzie thought of something to say.
"So, do you miss Rome at all," she asked in an even shakier voice.
Gordo didn't even notice her instability. "Yea."
"I miss it really badly."
He smiled at her. "Well, Isabella's there now, so that's kind of like your there."
Lizzie attempted to giggle, but it failed horribly. She *felt* horrible. Now, the missing piece of her that was Rome added to her pain. Lightning bolts shot through her stomach. She winced over.
"Are you okay, Lizzie?" Gordo asked, hovering over her suddenly.
She tried to nod. She did. She sat back up slowly and realized that the pain was just her mind playing tricks on her. She looked up at the concerned face of Gordo and felt a heavy burden get lift off of her shoulders. Everything was clear and bright. He wasn't straying away from her. He was right here, and he cared about her.
~I try to say goodbye and I choke, try to walk away and I stumble. Thought I try to hide it, it's clear, my world crumbles when you are not near~
Gordo looked into Lizzie eyes. Something brightened inside of them. Her lips curled into a smile. He suddenly felt a lot better as well.
But then he remembered his promise.
He vowed himself he would tell Lizzie he cared about her before they left Rome.
~I may appear to be free, but I'm just a prisoner of your love. I may seem alright and smile when you leave but my smiles are just a front~
Gordo's face fell. So did Lizzie's. Their feelings were paralleling today.
"What's the matter, Gordo?" she asked.
He turned away from her. "Nothing." He wasn't about to tell her here of all places.
Lizzie attempted humor. "C'mon Mr. Casanova, you can tell me."
He peered at her from the corner and laughed.
"Tell me," she giggled.
'Should I?' Gordo asked himself. 'Will I for once not back down?'
~I play it off but I'm dreaming of you. . . I'll keep my cool but I'm fiendin~
"Just tell me Gordo," she persisted.
He looked at her. He was drawn to her eyes. They were so beautiful. He couldn't help but give those eyes what they desired.
"Well," Gordo began, "I was just thinking. . ."
"What?" Lizzie egged on.
"I was just gonna say that. . ."
"What?"
"Well. . ."
"Well what?"
"Um. . . well. . ."
"What?"
~I try to say goodbye and I choke, try to walk away and I stumble. Though I try to hide it, it's clear, my world crumbles when you are not near~
Suddenly, the Sanchez car turned into the driveway. It beeped at Lizzie and Gordo.
Miranda hopped out of the car. "Hola!" she screamed, running to give her friends a hug.
"Hey girlie!" Lizzie shouted back as they embraced.
Miranda pulled back. "You have a lot of explaining to do, Miss Isabella Parigi," she said in a hyper-tone. "I saw you on the IMVAs!"
"You did?" Lizzie asked.
"Duh!" Miranda replied excitedly. "I cant' believe you did that!"
"Neither can I," Lizzie and Gordo said at the same time. The three laughed together for the first time in a long time.
They went inside Miranda's house and sat in her room and talked for a long time. They conversed back and forth about Mexico and Italy.
"So did sparks fly in the Eternal City?" Miranda asked at one point.
Lizzie and Gordo's ears perked up at that.
"What do you mean?" Lizzie asked nervously.
Before Miranda could answer, Gordo stood up and shouted, "I have to go," and scrambled out the door.
Lizzie didn't even bother calling after him. The hallowness from before reappeared in the pit of her Gordoless and Gordo-wanting soul.
"Jeez, what's his problem?" Miranda asked. "I was just talking about you and that loser, Paolo."
"Oh," said Lizzie quietly.
Wrong thing to say.
"What do you mean, 'Oh'?" Miranda inquired, suddenly suspicious.
'Smooth,' Lizzie thought. 'Very smooth.'
~Here is my confession: I may be your possession. Boy, I need your touch, your love kisses, and such. . . with all my might I try, but this I can't deny~
"Okay, I'll talk." Ragmop Lizzie came out in an instant and explained the story of the heroic and sweet Gordo and had been disguising herself underneath a head of curly hair.
~I play it off but I'm dreaming of you. . . I'll keep my cool but I'm fiendin~
Lizzie then went into details about the kiss.
"Whoa!" Miranda shouted. "Time out! He kissed you?"
Lizzie gulped. "Well, actually – I kissed him." She quickly covered up for that. "But it was just a thank you kiss."
"But if he's in love with you, it doesn't matter," Miranda put in. "It was a kiss."
Lizzie was taken aback. "Love? No way. He *likes* me. L-I-K-E-S me. Nothing more."
Miranda smirked at her best friend. "When you were going out with Ronnie, he insisted that he saw you as a friend and nothing more."
Lizzie was sat down on the bed in astonishment.
"Ironic, isn't it?" said Miranda.
~I try to say goodbye and I choke, try to walk away and I stumble. Though I try to hide it, it's clear, my world crumbles when you are not near~
Didn't feel like writing. That's why it sucks. Didn't bother to proofread.
Keep it Heavenly,
(* Goddess4LiFe
Chapter Eight: I Try
Lizzie got dressed that not morning in silence. Her mouth was dry and her lips were stuck together. She was not in a good mood. How could she be? She was upset, mostly with herself.
'Why did I kiss Gordo? Why? Why? WHY? I shouldn't have, I shouldn't have, I SHOULDN'T HAVE! I destroyed our relationship. I wrecked everything. We'll never be the same.'
She kept repeating that in her brain.
Yet she still melted at the prospect of giving him another relationship- wrecking kiss.
~Games, changes, and fears. . . when will they go from here, when will they stop~
Lizzie brushed her teeth, put up her hair, and did her make-up. She looked better than she did when she woke up but she didn't feel better. She went downstairs solemnly and sat down at the breakfast table. Nothing else happened.
"Lizzie?" her mother asked, placing a bowl of oatmeal in front of her. "Are you okay, sweetie?"
Lizzie didn't look up. She barely was breathing. She felt like crap. Gordo was disappearing from her. She needed to see him.
"I have to go," she suddenly said. She stood up and walked out the door towards Miranda's house.
Gordo was waiting there already. He sat on his best friend's front porch and stared into space. Nothingness filled him. His mind was a void
"I can actually feel my brain turning to goo," he recalled telling Ethan.
He was more right than he thought.
Lizzie was now burned in his brain. He had actually gotten up this morning and left his home on his way to her house instead of Miranda's. He couldn't fall asleep the night before. He dreamed about her when he did. He was going out of his mind. What was wrong with him? She was usually all he thought about, but this was like turning it up times a thousand. He couldn't eat or sleep. He was head-over-heels.
Suddenly, a mirage of Lizzie appeared in front of him.
Only it wasn't a mirage.
It was her.
"Hey Gordo!" she called out in an attempt to sound hyper, but her voice still shook.
~I believe that fate has brought us here and we should be together but we're not~
She sat down beside him. She wanted to cry. It was uncomfortable sitting next to him when she new that their friendship was over. Over, over, over.
Gordo was speechless. As beautiful as she had always been, she was even more breathtaking today. He had to try not to stare and not to drool, but it was the most difficult thing he ever had to do.
"So," said Lizzie awkwardly, "are you excited that Miranda is coming home?"
Gordo finally woke up. "Oh, um, yeah," he stumbled over the words. "I can't wait to see her."
"Me, too," Lizzie agreed, looking at her feet.
~I play it off but I'm dreaming off you. . . I'll keep my cool but I'm fiendin~
They sat in silence for awhile, staring at the clouds overhead, scratching dirt off the steps with their feet. Gordo was practicing self-control; Lizzie wanted to cry. A strong flow of disguised emotions came from outside the Sanchez home that morning.
Finally, Lizzie thought of something to say.
"So, do you miss Rome at all," she asked in an even shakier voice.
Gordo didn't even notice her instability. "Yea."
"I miss it really badly."
He smiled at her. "Well, Isabella's there now, so that's kind of like your there."
Lizzie attempted to giggle, but it failed horribly. She *felt* horrible. Now, the missing piece of her that was Rome added to her pain. Lightning bolts shot through her stomach. She winced over.
"Are you okay, Lizzie?" Gordo asked, hovering over her suddenly.
She tried to nod. She did. She sat back up slowly and realized that the pain was just her mind playing tricks on her. She looked up at the concerned face of Gordo and felt a heavy burden get lift off of her shoulders. Everything was clear and bright. He wasn't straying away from her. He was right here, and he cared about her.
~I try to say goodbye and I choke, try to walk away and I stumble. Thought I try to hide it, it's clear, my world crumbles when you are not near~
Gordo looked into Lizzie eyes. Something brightened inside of them. Her lips curled into a smile. He suddenly felt a lot better as well.
But then he remembered his promise.
He vowed himself he would tell Lizzie he cared about her before they left Rome.
~I may appear to be free, but I'm just a prisoner of your love. I may seem alright and smile when you leave but my smiles are just a front~
Gordo's face fell. So did Lizzie's. Their feelings were paralleling today.
"What's the matter, Gordo?" she asked.
He turned away from her. "Nothing." He wasn't about to tell her here of all places.
Lizzie attempted humor. "C'mon Mr. Casanova, you can tell me."
He peered at her from the corner and laughed.
"Tell me," she giggled.
'Should I?' Gordo asked himself. 'Will I for once not back down?'
~I play it off but I'm dreaming of you. . . I'll keep my cool but I'm fiendin~
"Just tell me Gordo," she persisted.
He looked at her. He was drawn to her eyes. They were so beautiful. He couldn't help but give those eyes what they desired.
"Well," Gordo began, "I was just thinking. . ."
"What?" Lizzie egged on.
"I was just gonna say that. . ."
"What?"
"Well. . ."
"Well what?"
"Um. . . well. . ."
"What?"
~I try to say goodbye and I choke, try to walk away and I stumble. Though I try to hide it, it's clear, my world crumbles when you are not near~
Suddenly, the Sanchez car turned into the driveway. It beeped at Lizzie and Gordo.
Miranda hopped out of the car. "Hola!" she screamed, running to give her friends a hug.
"Hey girlie!" Lizzie shouted back as they embraced.
Miranda pulled back. "You have a lot of explaining to do, Miss Isabella Parigi," she said in a hyper-tone. "I saw you on the IMVAs!"
"You did?" Lizzie asked.
"Duh!" Miranda replied excitedly. "I cant' believe you did that!"
"Neither can I," Lizzie and Gordo said at the same time. The three laughed together for the first time in a long time.
They went inside Miranda's house and sat in her room and talked for a long time. They conversed back and forth about Mexico and Italy.
"So did sparks fly in the Eternal City?" Miranda asked at one point.
Lizzie and Gordo's ears perked up at that.
"What do you mean?" Lizzie asked nervously.
Before Miranda could answer, Gordo stood up and shouted, "I have to go," and scrambled out the door.
Lizzie didn't even bother calling after him. The hallowness from before reappeared in the pit of her Gordoless and Gordo-wanting soul.
"Jeez, what's his problem?" Miranda asked. "I was just talking about you and that loser, Paolo."
"Oh," said Lizzie quietly.
Wrong thing to say.
"What do you mean, 'Oh'?" Miranda inquired, suddenly suspicious.
'Smooth,' Lizzie thought. 'Very smooth.'
~Here is my confession: I may be your possession. Boy, I need your touch, your love kisses, and such. . . with all my might I try, but this I can't deny~
"Okay, I'll talk." Ragmop Lizzie came out in an instant and explained the story of the heroic and sweet Gordo and had been disguising herself underneath a head of curly hair.
~I play it off but I'm dreaming of you. . . I'll keep my cool but I'm fiendin~
Lizzie then went into details about the kiss.
"Whoa!" Miranda shouted. "Time out! He kissed you?"
Lizzie gulped. "Well, actually – I kissed him." She quickly covered up for that. "But it was just a thank you kiss."
"But if he's in love with you, it doesn't matter," Miranda put in. "It was a kiss."
Lizzie was taken aback. "Love? No way. He *likes* me. L-I-K-E-S me. Nothing more."
Miranda smirked at her best friend. "When you were going out with Ronnie, he insisted that he saw you as a friend and nothing more."
Lizzie was sat down on the bed in astonishment.
"Ironic, isn't it?" said Miranda.
~I try to say goodbye and I choke, try to walk away and I stumble. Though I try to hide it, it's clear, my world crumbles when you are not near~
Didn't feel like writing. That's why it sucks. Didn't bother to proofread.
Keep it Heavenly,
(* Goddess4LiFe