A/N: I do not own the song "Stranded" by Plumb (it was in the movie "Drive Me Crazy", another one where your root for the enemies to GET TOGETHER ALREADY! -clears throat- Moving on...)
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Chapter Fourteen: Stranded
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Gordo didn't know who else to turn to. Obviously, he couldn't talk to his first choice, Lizzie, who had stormed out of his house after one teensy argument and breaking it off after a day – count it, one day – of going out
He went straight to Miranda's house.
When Gordo got there, they went up to Miranda's room. Gordo didn't know what to say, how to explain it. That was it. Miranda had said to give their relationship a chance, which is what they gave it, and Gordo ruined it by acting selfish.
"How was your date?" Miranda asked, sitting on her leopard-print carpet while Gordo sat on her bed, as if he was telling her a story.
"Okay, I guess," Gordo answered quietly, rubbing his head of curls.
"That's it?" she said, shaking her head disbelievingly. "That's all ya got for me? 'Okay, I guess'? That's lame, Gordo!" She grabbed a pillow off of her bed and whacked him in the head with it.
Gordo was unfazed. He was too heartbroken too feel anything except, well... heartbroken. Being more than friends with Lizzie was like this mental butterfly (something his parents might say) that had, for one, single, shining, solitary moment perched itself on his arms, and after all the times he had almost caught it, he actually did catch it, and it broke free.
"What's the matter with you?" Miranda asked her friend. "I haven't seen you this bummed since you stood her up." A thought dawned on Miranda. "Something happened with you and Lizzie, didn't it?"
Gordo nodded slowly, ashamed.
"What happened, Rico Suave?" she asked sympathetically, sitting beside her friend, putting her arm around him.
"Lizzie didn't call you?" Gordo asked, a bit surprised.
"Nope," Miranda answered. "Haven't heard from her all day."
Gordo rubbed his forehead. "Figures. She has quite a few reasons to be preoccupied today."
Miranda turned Gordo to face her. "Spill."
Gordo began the story off with their date. He went into detail about how beautiful Lizzie looked. Miranda said that that was nice that he noticed her and all, but that was not a key point in the story.
'Not to you maybe,' thought Gordo, 'but it's how I get up in the morning.'
He continued. He told her about the kisses and the park and then feeling like things had gone really well. Then he told how about the two phone calls. He and Lizzie both got one. His was from his grandma. She brought up the offer for the road trip cross-country that they had talked about before. Gordo thought, 'Why not?' and said yes. Turns out that Lizzie's phone call was even bigger, and that she came over to his house and told him about Isabella calling and the tour and giving her a maybe. Then he had to explain – in depth, of course, this was Miranda – the fight and Lizzie telling him it was over and everything.
By the time Gordo got done explaining it, he was out of breath. Miranda just sat back, mouth hanging slightly open.
"You're over?" she exclaimed. "After one day, that's it?"
It was the horrible, ugly truth that kept revealing itself to Gordo. "Yep," he said, falling back on the bed.
"But you've been trying to get her to go out with you for, like, ever!" she retaliated. "And don't deny it! Everyone else in the school knew. The way you looked at her was a dead-giveaway."
Gordo sat back up. "Why does everyone keep saying that to me?"
Miranda looked at him like he was stupid (A/N: and let's face it, most boys are, especially in a situation like this). "Because it's true!"
"How do I look at her?" he asked.
"I can't do it," Miranda spat back. "It's like, I don't know, so genuine that it's almost... wistful."
Gordo raised his eyebrow. "Wistful."
"Yea," said Miranda. "And even I didn't notice it until you guys started going out, maybe because I'm your best friend, but that's not the point..."
"See!" Gordo shouted. "You didn't notice it, so maybe I don't do it!"
"Why are you denying you ever had feelings for her?" Miranda shouted. "We all know you did. You know you did. And Lizzie may have been clueless to your stares and everything else, but she probably knows it now to."
Gordo felt like gagging. It was all true. He had always had feelings for her, and up until she started dating Ronnie Jacobs, even he hadn't realized them. But sometimes they suffocated him in his sleep, or when he saw her smiling at him in the hallway in school. He was totally in love with her, and he had crushed her feelings.
"I'm a big loser, aren't I?" Gordo stated after that moment of reflection.
"Yea," Miranda replied.
-You know it only breaks my heart to see you standing in the dark alone, waiting there for me to come back-
"Are you sure you want to go?" Jo McGuire asked her daughter.
Lizzie nodded, trying to stop tears from coming up. The last thing see needed her mother to see right now was her crying.
"I'm sure."
Jo gave Lizzie an understanding smile, though she sensed something was wrong. She kissed her forehead. "Why don't you call Isabella back, and then you can start packing?" she suggested.
Lizzie nodded. "Kay."
Jo smiled again and left her daughter's bedroom, thinking she heard her sniffle, but she told herself to keep on walking. If Lizzie had a problem, she would come to her eventually. She always did.
Lizzie picked up her phone. Her hands trembled. She took a piece of paper out of her bedside table drawer and held it up. It had Isabella's cell phone number on it. She started to dial after taking a deep breath. She pressed the wrong button. She tried again. This time she got it right. On the end, Isabella's phone rang... and rang... and rang. With each ring, Lizzie heart pounded louder. She was open to hang up when she heard:
"Lizzie! Ciao bella!"
-I'm too afraid to show...-
"How can I fix this?" Gordo asked Miranda.
"Don't go with your grandma," she answered without hesitation.
"I can't do that," he replied.
"Why not?" she asked.
"Have you ever cancelled on your grandma?"
"No," Miranda answered, "but the living one always thinks I'm my Tio Jose (A/N: Uncle Joseph for non-Spanish speakers), so I've never come up against that problem."
Gordo just rolled his eyes. Miranda was not the easiest person to talk to. She was making him feel like a jerk when Lizzie had already begun that process.
"Why did you tell your grandma yes without consulting Lizzie anyway?" she asked him. "That was a stupid move."
"It's not like we're married," Gordo replied. "She could have said yes to Isabella without talking to me about that."
"You wouldn't have gotten mad?" Miranda asked, surprised by the responses coming from her best friend's mouth.
"Well..." Gordo began. Would he have? Probably. More sad at the fact that she was leaving than at the fact that she didn't consult with him. No she was going, and he might have been able to change that, but it was too late. He had blown everything.
-If it's coming over you like it's coming over me. I'm crashing like a tidal wave that drags me out to sea-
"It was a selfish thing to do, you know," Miranda commented.
Now Gordo was mad. He was tired of hearing how wrong he had been by agreeing to go somewhere with his grandmother.
"Selfish?! Me?!!" he shouted, standing up. "The last thing I've ever been around Lizzie is selfish! I covered for her while she was out breaking my heart with a jackass, I saved her butt from international humiliation, got myself kicked off a school trip, got in a bad spot with the one person that could send me to an Ivy League university, and have been nothing but supportive while she was drooling over Ethan Craft and Ronnie Jacobs and Frankie Muniz and caring endlessly what people thought of her while I always thought she was perfect and she didn't give a flying freight in space what I thought!!"
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"Grazie, Lizzie!" Isabella shouted on the other end. "This is fantastico! See you in a few days! Ciao sorella!"
Lizzie said bye back and hung up the phone. Her stomach had never been in so many knots. She was officially going on tour with Isabella. It was a done deal. She would be flying out in two days for rehearsals. Her parents and Matt were coming too. But there was one person that wouldn't be there that she wanted there the most.
''Maybe I should call Gordo,' she thought. She shook her head miserably. 'What could I say to him? I just dumped him! We were so afraid of having a relationship and hurting one another and affecting our friendship and I just ended it for a stupid reason!'
She dove straight down into her pillow, tears forming unwillingly in her eyes.
-And I wanna be with you and you wanna be with me. I'm crashing like a tidal wave, and I don't want to be stranded, stranded, stranded, stranded-
"You are so right, Gordo," Miranda said after a moment of silence. "You've always put her first."
Gordo nodded. "Always."
"Then go get her back!" Miranda exclaimed, an encouraging smile on face. "Tell her you're sorry." She paused for a moment. "You are sorry, right?"
"Of course I am," he answered.
"Then go!" she shouted. "Don't let her slip away!"
Gordo felt a smile form on his face, but he stopped himself, coming again against the face of reality. "What if she doesn't take me back?"
Miranda hit him on the head. "Now's not the time to be pessimistic. Go get your girlfriend back!"
Gordo smiled. "Thanks Miranda," he said, feeling better. He gave her a hug. "I'll do it. I'll get her back."
"That's my boy," she said happily. "Now go!" And Gordo ran out the door. (A/N: Corny, yes, but it builds up momentum and, in Gordo's case, excitement)
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In ten minutes, Lizzie had packed an entire suitcase full of clothes. It was time to move on to body products, then jewelry. Doing this had taken her mind off Gordo. She rambled through her sock drawer – also a haven for things that didn't have place yet (meaning that's where they stayed) – Lizzie saw it. The CD Gordo burned for her. It had "Have I Told You Lately" on it. All she could picture when she heard the tune in her head was her and Gordo in his bathroom, wet cloth in hand, kissing to that song. Her eyes began to burn again.
-I take only take so much. These tears are turning me to rust. I know you're waiting there for me to come back-
She couldn't believe she had been so dumb. Dumping Gordo for something as stupid as him making a decision without her? That made absolutely no sense. They had just had gone on, no more than a half hour before, a perfect date, and then a stupid little thing about the summer. Sure, that promise that he made was no big deal at the time, not even a real promise, but Lizzie wanted to have this one season of freedom with him. When that promise was made, they weren't even dating yet! They were just friends.
'Maybe that's the way it should be,' Lizzie thought suddenly. 'Maybe all Gordo and I are meant to be is friends. There's nothing wrong with that. That's what we've always been. That's what I'm comfortable with. Sure, no more kissing, but I can live with that. We'll just be friends. It still doesn't change the fact that we'll be away from each other during the summer, but it sure makes me feel a whole lot better.'
-I'm too afraid to show...-
Suddenly, something hit Lizzie's bedroom window. She jumped, and then it came again. What was it? Again. She went to the window and looked down.
Gordo was throwing stones at her window.
At first Lizzie thought, 'Awww! How romantic!' but then she remembered that romance would no longer be associated in the way she thought of Gordo. She opened her window.
"Lizzie!" Gordo shouted from her lawn. "Lizzie! Can we talk?"
"Sure!" she called back down, hoping her parents wouldn't hear her. "I'll go down there!" That was better than talking about whatever they had gone through and were about to go through.
Before Gordo had time to say anything, Lizzie snuck out of her room and crept down the stairs. She met Gordo in her front lawn.
They approached each other. Both were nervous. What would they say? Gordo knew what he wanted to say, but he suddenly felt all tongue-tied. He looked at Lizzie. He could tell she had been crying. It killed him inside to think that he was maybe the cause of her pain.
Lizzie knew what she wanted to say, too. They would just be friends. She hoped he'd be cool. As they came closer, though, she found it harder to look at him. She thought of kissing him. She thought of their date. She thought of how she had given him a second chance. She thought of how she liked calling herself his girlfriend.
Suddenly, telling Gordo that she wanted them to just be friends didn't make her feel any better.
-If it's coming over you like it's coming over me. I'm crashing like a tidal wave that drags me out to sea-
"Hey," Gordo finally said.
"Hey," she replied.
There was a long silence after that. Gordo wanted to just come out and say, "Lizzie, I'm sorry," but he couldn't. He had just stood there and kept his feelings inside.
Gordo the chicken was ready to lose another cock fight.
'Why isn't he saying anything?' Lizzie thought nervously. 'Why did he come? Oh, gosh, just kill me now. I have no idea what to do. I thought I wanted us to be friends again, but that doesn't seem right at all.'
-And I wanna be with you and you wanna be with me. I'm crashing like a tidal wave, and I don't want to be stranded, stranded, stranded, stranded-
"Lizzie, I'm so sorry," Gordo finally blurted out. "I really am. I shouldn't have told my grandma yes right away."
Lizzie was surprised... and also relieved. Now she could talk.
"I'm sorry, too, Gordo," she said. "I got all mad at you for no reason."
"You had every right to be mad at me," Gordo said, inching closer towards her. "I should have consulted with you before I went and changed our plans."
"Well, I was about to change our plans, anyway," Lizzie replied, looking down at the ground. "I was going to go with Isabella and I am now."
That was the last thing Gordo wanted to hear. Sure, he was going away, but Lizzie was going to Europe as a pop star, where she would meet other pop stars that would probably sweep her off her feet.
When Gordo said nothing else, Lizzie added, "But I still don't know about the record deal yet."
"Oh, right, the record deal," Gordo said under his breath.
"What is your problem?" Lizzie asked. "You said you were supportive of me. You know you don't have to lie to me. Remember that thing you said back in Rome?"
"Oh great," Gordo said. "Another stupid thing I said in Rome."
Tears welled up in Lizzie's eyes. Had he really just said that? Since when had Gordo become such an insensitive jerk?
"You said, 'You had it in you all the time'," she choked out through tears. "And now what? The tank's running on empty? What explanation do you have? Why can't you just support your girlfriend?"
"You're not my girlfriend," Gordo mumbled.
A terrible pain ran through Lizzie's heart. He didn't come here to take her back. Why was he here then?
"Just leave," Lizzie commanded in a shaky voice. She pointed toward the road. "Get out of my life."
Gordo just stood there dumbstruck for a moment, but then he slowly began to walk. Had he really just said those awful things to her? He could here her front door slam shut. His heart was breaking. Why had he acted like that? He had apologized, but that had done no good. He wanted to win her back, but instead he pushed her away even more. He was jealous of her. He was jealous she was going on tour. He was jealous of all the guys he knew she'd meet. Without him there, Gordo would just become a little footnote in her story. He would be nothing to her.
"Great."
-I miss you, I need you. Without you, I'm stranded. I love you so come back-
Lizzie threw herself down on her bed. She had never cried so hard. Tears choked her. Again, the fight had a stupid reasoning behind it, he had said things that had really hurt her feelings.
'Forget about him,' she thought. 'He's a jerk. Just cut him loose.'
Still she cried.
-I'm not afraid to show...-
Night came quickly. Lizzie didn't speak at her house. Gordo didn't speak at his. Silence filled their minds and pain filled their hearts.
-If it's coming over you like it's coming over me. I'm crashing like a tidal wave that drags me out to sea. And I wanna be with you and you wanna be with me. I'm crashing like a tidal wave, and I don't want to be stranded, stranded, stranded, stranded...so baby come back-
Hey everybody! Hoped you liked this chapter. I know you're probably upset with me because 1) Lizzie and Gordo are getting into really stupid fights and 2) You probably don't know most of the songs I'm picking. Sorry! Oh, and a head's up: there will be songs for the next few chapters. (
Keep it Heavenly,
Goddess4LiFe
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Chapter Fourteen: Stranded
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Gordo didn't know who else to turn to. Obviously, he couldn't talk to his first choice, Lizzie, who had stormed out of his house after one teensy argument and breaking it off after a day – count it, one day – of going out
He went straight to Miranda's house.
When Gordo got there, they went up to Miranda's room. Gordo didn't know what to say, how to explain it. That was it. Miranda had said to give their relationship a chance, which is what they gave it, and Gordo ruined it by acting selfish.
"How was your date?" Miranda asked, sitting on her leopard-print carpet while Gordo sat on her bed, as if he was telling her a story.
"Okay, I guess," Gordo answered quietly, rubbing his head of curls.
"That's it?" she said, shaking her head disbelievingly. "That's all ya got for me? 'Okay, I guess'? That's lame, Gordo!" She grabbed a pillow off of her bed and whacked him in the head with it.
Gordo was unfazed. He was too heartbroken too feel anything except, well... heartbroken. Being more than friends with Lizzie was like this mental butterfly (something his parents might say) that had, for one, single, shining, solitary moment perched itself on his arms, and after all the times he had almost caught it, he actually did catch it, and it broke free.
"What's the matter with you?" Miranda asked her friend. "I haven't seen you this bummed since you stood her up." A thought dawned on Miranda. "Something happened with you and Lizzie, didn't it?"
Gordo nodded slowly, ashamed.
"What happened, Rico Suave?" she asked sympathetically, sitting beside her friend, putting her arm around him.
"Lizzie didn't call you?" Gordo asked, a bit surprised.
"Nope," Miranda answered. "Haven't heard from her all day."
Gordo rubbed his forehead. "Figures. She has quite a few reasons to be preoccupied today."
Miranda turned Gordo to face her. "Spill."
Gordo began the story off with their date. He went into detail about how beautiful Lizzie looked. Miranda said that that was nice that he noticed her and all, but that was not a key point in the story.
'Not to you maybe,' thought Gordo, 'but it's how I get up in the morning.'
He continued. He told her about the kisses and the park and then feeling like things had gone really well. Then he told how about the two phone calls. He and Lizzie both got one. His was from his grandma. She brought up the offer for the road trip cross-country that they had talked about before. Gordo thought, 'Why not?' and said yes. Turns out that Lizzie's phone call was even bigger, and that she came over to his house and told him about Isabella calling and the tour and giving her a maybe. Then he had to explain – in depth, of course, this was Miranda – the fight and Lizzie telling him it was over and everything.
By the time Gordo got done explaining it, he was out of breath. Miranda just sat back, mouth hanging slightly open.
"You're over?" she exclaimed. "After one day, that's it?"
It was the horrible, ugly truth that kept revealing itself to Gordo. "Yep," he said, falling back on the bed.
"But you've been trying to get her to go out with you for, like, ever!" she retaliated. "And don't deny it! Everyone else in the school knew. The way you looked at her was a dead-giveaway."
Gordo sat back up. "Why does everyone keep saying that to me?"
Miranda looked at him like he was stupid (A/N: and let's face it, most boys are, especially in a situation like this). "Because it's true!"
"How do I look at her?" he asked.
"I can't do it," Miranda spat back. "It's like, I don't know, so genuine that it's almost... wistful."
Gordo raised his eyebrow. "Wistful."
"Yea," said Miranda. "And even I didn't notice it until you guys started going out, maybe because I'm your best friend, but that's not the point..."
"See!" Gordo shouted. "You didn't notice it, so maybe I don't do it!"
"Why are you denying you ever had feelings for her?" Miranda shouted. "We all know you did. You know you did. And Lizzie may have been clueless to your stares and everything else, but she probably knows it now to."
Gordo felt like gagging. It was all true. He had always had feelings for her, and up until she started dating Ronnie Jacobs, even he hadn't realized them. But sometimes they suffocated him in his sleep, or when he saw her smiling at him in the hallway in school. He was totally in love with her, and he had crushed her feelings.
"I'm a big loser, aren't I?" Gordo stated after that moment of reflection.
"Yea," Miranda replied.
-You know it only breaks my heart to see you standing in the dark alone, waiting there for me to come back-
"Are you sure you want to go?" Jo McGuire asked her daughter.
Lizzie nodded, trying to stop tears from coming up. The last thing see needed her mother to see right now was her crying.
"I'm sure."
Jo gave Lizzie an understanding smile, though she sensed something was wrong. She kissed her forehead. "Why don't you call Isabella back, and then you can start packing?" she suggested.
Lizzie nodded. "Kay."
Jo smiled again and left her daughter's bedroom, thinking she heard her sniffle, but she told herself to keep on walking. If Lizzie had a problem, she would come to her eventually. She always did.
Lizzie picked up her phone. Her hands trembled. She took a piece of paper out of her bedside table drawer and held it up. It had Isabella's cell phone number on it. She started to dial after taking a deep breath. She pressed the wrong button. She tried again. This time she got it right. On the end, Isabella's phone rang... and rang... and rang. With each ring, Lizzie heart pounded louder. She was open to hang up when she heard:
"Lizzie! Ciao bella!"
-I'm too afraid to show...-
"How can I fix this?" Gordo asked Miranda.
"Don't go with your grandma," she answered without hesitation.
"I can't do that," he replied.
"Why not?" she asked.
"Have you ever cancelled on your grandma?"
"No," Miranda answered, "but the living one always thinks I'm my Tio Jose (A/N: Uncle Joseph for non-Spanish speakers), so I've never come up against that problem."
Gordo just rolled his eyes. Miranda was not the easiest person to talk to. She was making him feel like a jerk when Lizzie had already begun that process.
"Why did you tell your grandma yes without consulting Lizzie anyway?" she asked him. "That was a stupid move."
"It's not like we're married," Gordo replied. "She could have said yes to Isabella without talking to me about that."
"You wouldn't have gotten mad?" Miranda asked, surprised by the responses coming from her best friend's mouth.
"Well..." Gordo began. Would he have? Probably. More sad at the fact that she was leaving than at the fact that she didn't consult with him. No she was going, and he might have been able to change that, but it was too late. He had blown everything.
-If it's coming over you like it's coming over me. I'm crashing like a tidal wave that drags me out to sea-
"It was a selfish thing to do, you know," Miranda commented.
Now Gordo was mad. He was tired of hearing how wrong he had been by agreeing to go somewhere with his grandmother.
"Selfish?! Me?!!" he shouted, standing up. "The last thing I've ever been around Lizzie is selfish! I covered for her while she was out breaking my heart with a jackass, I saved her butt from international humiliation, got myself kicked off a school trip, got in a bad spot with the one person that could send me to an Ivy League university, and have been nothing but supportive while she was drooling over Ethan Craft and Ronnie Jacobs and Frankie Muniz and caring endlessly what people thought of her while I always thought she was perfect and she didn't give a flying freight in space what I thought!!"
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"Grazie, Lizzie!" Isabella shouted on the other end. "This is fantastico! See you in a few days! Ciao sorella!"
Lizzie said bye back and hung up the phone. Her stomach had never been in so many knots. She was officially going on tour with Isabella. It was a done deal. She would be flying out in two days for rehearsals. Her parents and Matt were coming too. But there was one person that wouldn't be there that she wanted there the most.
''Maybe I should call Gordo,' she thought. She shook her head miserably. 'What could I say to him? I just dumped him! We were so afraid of having a relationship and hurting one another and affecting our friendship and I just ended it for a stupid reason!'
She dove straight down into her pillow, tears forming unwillingly in her eyes.
-And I wanna be with you and you wanna be with me. I'm crashing like a tidal wave, and I don't want to be stranded, stranded, stranded, stranded-
"You are so right, Gordo," Miranda said after a moment of silence. "You've always put her first."
Gordo nodded. "Always."
"Then go get her back!" Miranda exclaimed, an encouraging smile on face. "Tell her you're sorry." She paused for a moment. "You are sorry, right?"
"Of course I am," he answered.
"Then go!" she shouted. "Don't let her slip away!"
Gordo felt a smile form on his face, but he stopped himself, coming again against the face of reality. "What if she doesn't take me back?"
Miranda hit him on the head. "Now's not the time to be pessimistic. Go get your girlfriend back!"
Gordo smiled. "Thanks Miranda," he said, feeling better. He gave her a hug. "I'll do it. I'll get her back."
"That's my boy," she said happily. "Now go!" And Gordo ran out the door. (A/N: Corny, yes, but it builds up momentum and, in Gordo's case, excitement)
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In ten minutes, Lizzie had packed an entire suitcase full of clothes. It was time to move on to body products, then jewelry. Doing this had taken her mind off Gordo. She rambled through her sock drawer – also a haven for things that didn't have place yet (meaning that's where they stayed) – Lizzie saw it. The CD Gordo burned for her. It had "Have I Told You Lately" on it. All she could picture when she heard the tune in her head was her and Gordo in his bathroom, wet cloth in hand, kissing to that song. Her eyes began to burn again.
-I take only take so much. These tears are turning me to rust. I know you're waiting there for me to come back-
She couldn't believe she had been so dumb. Dumping Gordo for something as stupid as him making a decision without her? That made absolutely no sense. They had just had gone on, no more than a half hour before, a perfect date, and then a stupid little thing about the summer. Sure, that promise that he made was no big deal at the time, not even a real promise, but Lizzie wanted to have this one season of freedom with him. When that promise was made, they weren't even dating yet! They were just friends.
'Maybe that's the way it should be,' Lizzie thought suddenly. 'Maybe all Gordo and I are meant to be is friends. There's nothing wrong with that. That's what we've always been. That's what I'm comfortable with. Sure, no more kissing, but I can live with that. We'll just be friends. It still doesn't change the fact that we'll be away from each other during the summer, but it sure makes me feel a whole lot better.'
-I'm too afraid to show...-
Suddenly, something hit Lizzie's bedroom window. She jumped, and then it came again. What was it? Again. She went to the window and looked down.
Gordo was throwing stones at her window.
At first Lizzie thought, 'Awww! How romantic!' but then she remembered that romance would no longer be associated in the way she thought of Gordo. She opened her window.
"Lizzie!" Gordo shouted from her lawn. "Lizzie! Can we talk?"
"Sure!" she called back down, hoping her parents wouldn't hear her. "I'll go down there!" That was better than talking about whatever they had gone through and were about to go through.
Before Gordo had time to say anything, Lizzie snuck out of her room and crept down the stairs. She met Gordo in her front lawn.
They approached each other. Both were nervous. What would they say? Gordo knew what he wanted to say, but he suddenly felt all tongue-tied. He looked at Lizzie. He could tell she had been crying. It killed him inside to think that he was maybe the cause of her pain.
Lizzie knew what she wanted to say, too. They would just be friends. She hoped he'd be cool. As they came closer, though, she found it harder to look at him. She thought of kissing him. She thought of their date. She thought of how she had given him a second chance. She thought of how she liked calling herself his girlfriend.
Suddenly, telling Gordo that she wanted them to just be friends didn't make her feel any better.
-If it's coming over you like it's coming over me. I'm crashing like a tidal wave that drags me out to sea-
"Hey," Gordo finally said.
"Hey," she replied.
There was a long silence after that. Gordo wanted to just come out and say, "Lizzie, I'm sorry," but he couldn't. He had just stood there and kept his feelings inside.
Gordo the chicken was ready to lose another cock fight.
'Why isn't he saying anything?' Lizzie thought nervously. 'Why did he come? Oh, gosh, just kill me now. I have no idea what to do. I thought I wanted us to be friends again, but that doesn't seem right at all.'
-And I wanna be with you and you wanna be with me. I'm crashing like a tidal wave, and I don't want to be stranded, stranded, stranded, stranded-
"Lizzie, I'm so sorry," Gordo finally blurted out. "I really am. I shouldn't have told my grandma yes right away."
Lizzie was surprised... and also relieved. Now she could talk.
"I'm sorry, too, Gordo," she said. "I got all mad at you for no reason."
"You had every right to be mad at me," Gordo said, inching closer towards her. "I should have consulted with you before I went and changed our plans."
"Well, I was about to change our plans, anyway," Lizzie replied, looking down at the ground. "I was going to go with Isabella and I am now."
That was the last thing Gordo wanted to hear. Sure, he was going away, but Lizzie was going to Europe as a pop star, where she would meet other pop stars that would probably sweep her off her feet.
When Gordo said nothing else, Lizzie added, "But I still don't know about the record deal yet."
"Oh, right, the record deal," Gordo said under his breath.
"What is your problem?" Lizzie asked. "You said you were supportive of me. You know you don't have to lie to me. Remember that thing you said back in Rome?"
"Oh great," Gordo said. "Another stupid thing I said in Rome."
Tears welled up in Lizzie's eyes. Had he really just said that? Since when had Gordo become such an insensitive jerk?
"You said, 'You had it in you all the time'," she choked out through tears. "And now what? The tank's running on empty? What explanation do you have? Why can't you just support your girlfriend?"
"You're not my girlfriend," Gordo mumbled.
A terrible pain ran through Lizzie's heart. He didn't come here to take her back. Why was he here then?
"Just leave," Lizzie commanded in a shaky voice. She pointed toward the road. "Get out of my life."
Gordo just stood there dumbstruck for a moment, but then he slowly began to walk. Had he really just said those awful things to her? He could here her front door slam shut. His heart was breaking. Why had he acted like that? He had apologized, but that had done no good. He wanted to win her back, but instead he pushed her away even more. He was jealous of her. He was jealous she was going on tour. He was jealous of all the guys he knew she'd meet. Without him there, Gordo would just become a little footnote in her story. He would be nothing to her.
"Great."
-I miss you, I need you. Without you, I'm stranded. I love you so come back-
Lizzie threw herself down on her bed. She had never cried so hard. Tears choked her. Again, the fight had a stupid reasoning behind it, he had said things that had really hurt her feelings.
'Forget about him,' she thought. 'He's a jerk. Just cut him loose.'
Still she cried.
-I'm not afraid to show...-
Night came quickly. Lizzie didn't speak at her house. Gordo didn't speak at his. Silence filled their minds and pain filled their hearts.
-If it's coming over you like it's coming over me. I'm crashing like a tidal wave that drags me out to sea. And I wanna be with you and you wanna be with me. I'm crashing like a tidal wave, and I don't want to be stranded, stranded, stranded, stranded...so baby come back-
Hey everybody! Hoped you liked this chapter. I know you're probably upset with me because 1) Lizzie and Gordo are getting into really stupid fights and 2) You probably don't know most of the songs I'm picking. Sorry! Oh, and a head's up: there will be songs for the next few chapters. (
Keep it Heavenly,
Goddess4LiFe