A/N: I do not own the song "Waiting for You" by Seal.
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Chapter Twelve: Waiting For You
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When Lizzie got to the Digital Bean the next day, Gordo was already. She stopped herself in the doorway upon seeing him sitting there, breath catching in her chest. She was ten minutes early. Who knows how early he had gotten there. It suddenly became very obvious to Lizzie that Gordo would make a great boyfriend and always had the ability. After all, she would know (Ronnie Jacobs was forgettable but what about Frankie Muniz?).
Gordo sat at the counter of the Digital Bean, just as Lizzie had yesterday. He was in his favorite bowling-style tee and his hair was just loose, no combing. Lizzie had told him this would be a casual date. He still knew that she would show up in something that looked like came out of Jennifer Lopez's closet, but that was something he loved about her. She cared very much about the impression she left on people and in places.
Lizzie finally walked into the hang-out, something Gordo hadn't been able to do yesterday. She walked right up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around. She smiled. So far so good.
Gordo had never seen her look so beautiful before. Her hair was blown straight and streaked very light orange. She wore a pale pink Burberry halter top and a khaki skirt. She smiled at him as if nothing else in the world existed and that she had waited so long to finally get to this point.
-Everyday, a shade of blue... you won't believe what I'm going through-
Neither had said anything yet. Finally, Lizzie said, "Hey." She sat down beside him.
Gordo got himself out of his trance. "Hey." He gulped as he looked her up and down again. He shook his head in shock. "You look..." Their eyes met and the word came to his fluttering mind. "...perfect."
Lizzie could feel his cheeks turn red. "Thanks," she replied. She looked down at her charm bracelet and played with it for a second before shooting her head back up.
"I love that shirt," she commented. "It's my favorite of yours. But the collar is sticking up." Before Gordo could fix it himself, Lizzie reached in and did it for him.
'Scented soap,' Gordo thought to himself dreamily, the scent still lingering around him long after her task was done.
-It just feels like I can't afford to let myself go, no, oh-
'Oh, Gordo looks so adorable right now,' Lizzie thought to herself. 'Look at his messy hair and his cute clothes and those dreamy eyes...'
"What would you like, guys?" Lizzie thoughts were interrupted by the waitress, which, luckily, wasn't the one from yesterday or the day before. She wasn't fawning over them. Lizzie said a silent prayer of thanks. Maybe not everyone recognized her.
"Um, I'll have a BLT and a small salad with thousand island dressing," Lizzie answered (A/N: I assume they have that there, right? I all I know is that they have fries).
"Alright, and to drink?"
"A Shirley Temple." It was really good yesterday, despite the bitter taste of heartbreak that had gone along with it.
"Okay, and for you?" she asked, turning to Gordo.
"Um, a BLT sounds good for me, too. Oh, and I large order of curly fries with a Dr. Pepper."
"Alright, they'll be right out." The waitress walked away, leaving them alone again.
-Everyone is just the same: they touch me but I can't say...-
"You know," Gordo said, looking around the Digital Bean, "I would have brought you to a more romantic place than this."
Lizzie giggled. "Why? Are you looking for romance?"
Now it was Gordo's turn to blush. He looked down at the ground, hidden beneath a mass of curls.
Lizzie didn't want the conversation to end there. "This just fine, you know. I like their BLTS and salads and Shirley Temples a lot."
Gordo looked up at her, into her bright blue eyes, and got lost in everything about her that her loved. He lost all self-doubt and was ready to start this thing with her, no matter how big or small it would end up being, because he had dreamed of it for so long. He had dreamed of her for so long.
-There has been no one brighter than you. I can't deny these things that I do. It feels like the world's at stake 'cause I have been waiting, I have been waiting for you-
"Lizzie," Gordo said without his voice trembling at all, "do you have any idea how long I've wanted to be with you?"
Lizzie was completely thrown by the question. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. Ironically, the song "You Took the Words Right Out of my Mouth" started to play and Gordo took his cue from the song. He leaned in and kissed her, no longer than she had kissed him on the roof of the Hotel Cambini in Rome.
-Heavenly is what you are. You're burning me like a shining star-
When Gordo pulled away, Lizzie was completely mesmerized. Her just stared at him, eyes kind of vacuous. She could hear her heart beat fast. Her chest heaved in and out (A/N: If you've seen "You've Got Mail" – my favorite film – you know what I'm talking about. It looks like the part where Joe had his hand on Kathleen's mouth and when he took them away, she heaving uncontrollably if you look. Just wanted to point it out! I'll be going now...)
"I'm sorry," Gordo mumbled, embarrassed, looking down again. All his confidence was once again washed out by doubt and anxiety.
Lizzie shook her head and got out of the dreamland she was floating around in.
"No, Gordo. That was..." He looked up at her and she found the same word he had used, "...amazing."
Slowly, a smile crept across both of their faces as their drinks were set in front of them. They both mumbled thanks to the waitress, eyes glued to each other.
-How how am I supposed to be the king without you? Oh, it's true-
They drank their drinks in silence. At a point, Lizzie kicked Gordo under the table. He looked at her with a confused look and she just winked at me.
'Holy crap,' Gordo thought, catching her drift. 'She's playing footsie.'
He wasn't about to leave her hanging, so he kicked her right back and they embarked on the roughest but subtlest game of the footsie in the history of teenage dating.
-Everyone is just the same: they love my but I can't say...-
Soon the waitress brought out their food and they ate. They carried on a conversation about really nothing at all, just little comments like, "My gosh, Lizzie, you eat like a pig," as she stuffed a piece of BLT in her mouth. She would shove him and they both would laugh. Secretly, they were both relieved that this was just like being friends, but something just made it... better.
-There has been no one brighter than you. I can't deny these things that I do. It feels like the world's at stake 'cause I have been waiting, I have been waiting for you-
By the time they finished their food, Lizzie was anxious to see what would happen next.
"Well, I'm done," Lizzie announced, taking one last bite of her salad.
"Me, too," Gordo replied. He had already paid so they stood up and headed for the exit. Unfortunately, as soon as they walked out the door, they were rushed by a mob of reporters and photographers, clicking away at the couple.
"Lizzie!" one reporter shouted. "Tell us who he is!"
Lizzie looked down and saw that she and Gordo were holding hands. Gordo noticed, too.
Oops.
Lizzie looked at the reporters with her 'Oh my God! What do I do?' face. "Um, I, um..."
Gordo to the rescue. "My name is David Gordon!" he shouted as all the reporters hurried to right it down. "Most people call me Gordo. I'm 14-years-old and going into ninth grade at Hillridge High School this fall. I'm an aspiring director." After finishing that statement, he pulled Lizzie away from the crowd and they ran down the street.
Eventually, the reporters, who were chasing them, gave up, and Lizzie and Gordo stopped to catch their breath in the park.
Despite panting, Lizzie looked at Gordo and said, "I can't believe you did that for me."
Gordo just smiled at her. "Why not? I've done everything for you. This was nothing."
Lizzie gasped. He was absolutely right, like always. He had done everything in his power for her, including trying to help her get Ethan Craft to ask her out.
Upon realizing this, Lizzie threw her arms around him and kissed, long and passionately. After the element of shock passed from his brain, Gordo kissed her right back.
-Hey, yeah.... There has been no one brighter than you. I can't deny these things that I do. Feels like the world's at sake 'cause I have been waiting, I have been waiting for you-
When Lizzie got home that afternoon, she ran right past her mother and upstairs into her room. She closed her door and slid down it. That was one of the best days of her life.
-I have seen no light brighter than you. I can't deny things that I do. Feels like the world's at stake, yeah. I have been waiting, I have been waiting for you-
'I have to call Miranda,' Lizzie thought suddenly. She reached for the phone when all of the sudden, it rang. She jumped, but then answered it.
"Hello?"
"Lizzie," a familiar voice said on the other end. "It's so good to hear your voice."
Lizzie's mouth fell open. She couldn't believe whose voice she heard.
-Everyday I sit down and I feel like I'm waiting for you... I've been waiting for you-
Keep it Heavenly,
Goddess4LiFe
P.S. Read my story on fictionpress called "Children of the Bloody Dove." I'm actually proud of it! It's under the penname, well, you know. =)