The Reason
Summary: A story full or romance, action, drama, and suspense. You'll just have to read it to find out. PLEASE give it a chance. I guarantee you won't be disappointed and I promise I'll make you cry. L/G eventually.
A/N: So. . .My computer got a virus and I lost my draft of chapter 4. I swear I've written this chapter over so many times. I can't even remember what I've already put in the story or what I just thought I wrote. So forgive me I put info. in there twice. Okay- Chapter 4 is like. . . the headlining chapter. If you miss this chapter the WHOLE story is not going to make sense. Okay. Onward ho. (A/N. . .i'm so sorry but I'm jacking a line off of Win a Date with Tad Hamilton. I'll change it up a bit though.)
Chapter 4- Break Free.
April 4th, 2004
Why is life so unfair? So yeah, Miranda and I are friends again. . .but in the process I found my boyfriend cheating on me. I cried. . .a lot actually, but Miranda was the one trying to make me feel better. Now Gordo is the one out of the group. Why couldn't we keep our friendship together? Why is he in this gang? Gosh, I miss him, I miss him, I miss him! Whoa. . .I didn't realize he was that important to me until I lost Jeff. I guess since I can't hide behind Jeff anymore. . .I realize what I'm really missing out on. It's too late! Gordo is in a GANG! His life is in danger. When did it get to this? We used to be best friends, and I'd tell him EVERYTHING. Now I can't say three words to him without starting a fight. There is no easy way out of this gang thing. . .but I've got to try. I'll die trying. . .
Love, Lizzie.
April 4th 2004
Well, this may very well be my last entry. I'm getting out of this, even if it has to kill me. I've got a plan and if all goes well I'm getting out of here. Lizzie. The only thing I'm going to miss. Though I'm not entirely sure she'll even notice that I'm gone. I'm going over to her house tonight because tomorrow is when everything is going down. If I just walked up to Ethan or Vanessa and said "See you" I'd be in the hospital faster than you could say "later". That's if they didn't kill me. I'm guessing they'd just do me in seeing as nobody really would care if I'm gone or not. That's why I'm just starting over. I've got to get out of this town and to a place where nobody knows me. Okay, well its about time for me to go see Lizzie. Until we meet again.
Gordo.
Gordo threw tiny rocks at Lizzie's bedroom window but they weren't big enough to wake Lizzie. That girl could sleep through the St. Patrick's Day parade. He climbed the lattice up the side of the house and knocked gently. She turned over in bed but didn't really respond to him. Gordo pounded his fist against the glass. She sat up, startled to see him out there. She climbed out of bed and opened the window. He found himself wondering if she had anything on underneath that t-shirt, but he shook the thought from his head. This was not the time to fantasize. He'd have the rest of his life to do that.
"WHAT are you doing here?" Lizzie asked in a whisper.
"Lizzie. I'm getting out." Gordo felt his feet slip slightly on the lattice. He pulled himself up on the windowsill and she helped pull him in.
"What do you mean? How?" A smile spread slowly across her face.
"Wait, Lizzie you have to listen to me. I'm blindly in love with you. So much that you are the only one I could ever see myself with again. I know you have Jeff and I know you were not expecting this when you went to bed but it's the truth." Lizzie had set down on the bed and Gordo was kneeling next to her holding her trembling hands. He could tell she needed convincing. "Lizzie, you have six smiles. One, when you really think something is genuinely funny, One, when you get embarrassed. Another when you laugh at Miranda, or me, and another when you see a new pair of shoes that you absolutely have to have. One when you are forgiving someone and. . . One when you know you are in love." Gordo heard her sob but couldn't actually see the tears streaming down her face because besides from the light of the moon shining in from the window, it was completely dark. As he reached up to wipe them away Lizzie noticed he knew exactly where they were on the journey down her face. "I've seen the first five smiles more times than I can count, but the last one, I've only seen once. When you look at me." Gordo's voice cracked a little.
"Gordo, I. . ." Lizzie couldn't find anything to say.
"Please let me finish. I've gotten myself into a real mess. I know I'm in danger and that's why I have to go away."
"You're going away?" Lizzie pulled her hands away from his and nervously twisted them in her lap.
"Yes, Lizzie I'm faking my own death. I'm pushing my car into the river right after I leave here. I've got a one way ticket to New York City."
"Gordo! You can't!" Lizzie screamed and then realized she might wake her family. "You can't just die. . .I can't be the only one who knows you are really alive. . .isn't there another way?" Lizzie wiped her own tears with a shaking hand.
"Lizzie, I know these people. If they thought I was alive they'd come looking for me. There isn't another way out." Lizzie flung her arms around his neck and cried. She breathed in his scent, which was 'Very Sexy' by Tommy Hilfiger. She'd given it to him for his birthday last year and was surprised he still wore it. Gordo gently stroked her back but didn't cry.
"Well, what am I supposed to do?? You can't just tell me you love me and then run off to New York City without anyone knowing your alive! Gordo. . .I" Lizzie was again lost for words.
"That's why, Lizzie, if you love me back, you'll come with me." Gordo sat down on the bed next to her. He looked into her eyes searching for an answer but she gazed down at the floor. "You can disappear with me and come away with me to New York. I know it would mean leaving behind your family and friends and Jeff, but I know you love me. I can see it in your eyes behind your infatuation with Jeff and you're fights with Miranda and I. . .but I know you do."
"Gordo. . .Can't you just wait a few days? We could talk about this more or maybe plan it out a little better. Your friends may think you're dead but won't they notice that I'm gone too? And besides, my family would come looking for me. Miranda would too, we made up last night you know. . .and" Gordo grabbed her shoulders and made her focus.
"Lizzie, it has to be tonight. If not then I may never do it. I have to go. . .if you are coming met me at the airport, Gate 23, at 4:30 am. I'll wait until 4:45, and then I'm gone." Gordo slid out the window until just his head was inside the room. "I love you Lizzie McGuire, I always will, even if this is the last time I see you." And with that he was gone.
April 3rd, 2004 at like 3 am.
Gordo loves me. He loves me. He was just in my room two minutes ago telling me he loved me, but he's leaving. He's faking his own death to get away from the Rebels and going to New York City. He wants me to come with him too. I'm supposed to meet him at the airport in two hours if I decide to. . .if I love him back he said. Several questions run through my mind. IF I just disappear, won't people look for me? I don't think they'd find me, but do I really want to leave my life behind? Do I love Gordo? I don't know. I really don't. I do know that I've known him my whole life and I've always loved him, just not romantically. But do I love him? I thought I did two months ago, but why can't I answer that now? This is a life altering decision. I could never come back. I need something more than just my own decision to go or not! I know, I'll flip a coin! Heads, I love Gordo and I'll go with him to New York and Tails, I don't love him and I don't want to go with him. Hang on. I flipped it. It was tails. Be see, when it landed on tails, I felt this wave of disappointment rush over me. I really wanted it to land on heads. I'm going. I love Gordo. I LOVE GORDO! Oh, it feels so good to say that. Oh my god, it's already 3:30. I've got to get ready to go. . .but I've decided I'm leaving a note for Mom, Dad and Matt. I can't let them worry about me for the rest of their lifes.
Love, Lizzie.
Dear Mom, Dad, and Matt-
Gordo's back. . .he's my Gordo again. But he got himself into so much trouble and has to leave town. He came by tonight asking me to go with him, and I am. I think I love him. Mom, I know that this is what you always wanted, for us to fall in love, but I'm just sorry we can't be here. I can't tell you where we are going or when we are coming back. Maybe never. But I don't want you guys to worry about me. Know, Gordo is going to be very popular on the news in the next few days, don't pay any attention because it's not true. I love you guys so much! Take care Matt, don't get into too much trouble. Dad, I love you more than you know. You are my hero! Mom, I'm going to do everything I can to see you again.
Love Lizzie. PS-Please don't tell ANYONE or it might mean death for one of us.
"Waiting for somebody sonny?" Gordo turned to see an old man sweeping the floor next to his bags. It was 4:40. Lizzie was either late, like always, or not coming.
"Kind of. You haven't seen a young, pretty blonde around here lately have you?" Gordo didn't expect him to have but it was worth a shot.
"Nope, I haven't." The old man swept his dust pile away from Gordo.
"All boarding for flight 156 to Kansas City." Gordo turned his head back to the door. No Lizzie. He glanced at his watch. 4:44. She wasn't coming and she didn't love him. Gordo turned dejectedly and boarded the plane.
Lizzie ran through the airport as fast as she could. She drug about five bags behind her. She reached gate 23 breathless and found it empty. Gordo was nowhere in site. She ran to the desk. "Miss? Has this flight to New York City left yet?" Lizzie asked with tears stinging her eyes.
"This was a flight to Kansas City and it just left." Lizzie wiped her escaping tears and fought vigorously to keep them down. There must be a lay over in Kansas City.
"When does the next flight leave for Kansas City?" Lizzie began digging for her wallet.
"Five minutes on gate 36. Do you want a ticket?" Lizzie nodded and pulled out the money, then ran to gate 36. She checked her bags, bored the flight and then waited anxiously to arrive in Kansas City. Four hours later she arrived and quickly exited the plane. She immediately began searching for Gordo. She gates, restaurants, and even had some guy check bathrooms for her. She was just about to give up when she spotted his curly head sitting in the corner of a terminal. He was fast asleep across three chairs. She slowly walked over towards him and kneeled down in front of him. She shook him gently awake. His eyes widened.
"I love you back." Lizzie said wrapping her arms around his neck and kissed him for the very first time, for real, in 18 years.
Summary: A story full or romance, action, drama, and suspense. You'll just have to read it to find out. PLEASE give it a chance. I guarantee you won't be disappointed and I promise I'll make you cry. L/G eventually.
A/N: So. . .My computer got a virus and I lost my draft of chapter 4. I swear I've written this chapter over so many times. I can't even remember what I've already put in the story or what I just thought I wrote. So forgive me I put info. in there twice. Okay- Chapter 4 is like. . . the headlining chapter. If you miss this chapter the WHOLE story is not going to make sense. Okay. Onward ho. (A/N. . .i'm so sorry but I'm jacking a line off of Win a Date with Tad Hamilton. I'll change it up a bit though.)
Chapter 4- Break Free.
April 4th, 2004
Why is life so unfair? So yeah, Miranda and I are friends again. . .but in the process I found my boyfriend cheating on me. I cried. . .a lot actually, but Miranda was the one trying to make me feel better. Now Gordo is the one out of the group. Why couldn't we keep our friendship together? Why is he in this gang? Gosh, I miss him, I miss him, I miss him! Whoa. . .I didn't realize he was that important to me until I lost Jeff. I guess since I can't hide behind Jeff anymore. . .I realize what I'm really missing out on. It's too late! Gordo is in a GANG! His life is in danger. When did it get to this? We used to be best friends, and I'd tell him EVERYTHING. Now I can't say three words to him without starting a fight. There is no easy way out of this gang thing. . .but I've got to try. I'll die trying. . .
Love, Lizzie.
April 4th 2004
Well, this may very well be my last entry. I'm getting out of this, even if it has to kill me. I've got a plan and if all goes well I'm getting out of here. Lizzie. The only thing I'm going to miss. Though I'm not entirely sure she'll even notice that I'm gone. I'm going over to her house tonight because tomorrow is when everything is going down. If I just walked up to Ethan or Vanessa and said "See you" I'd be in the hospital faster than you could say "later". That's if they didn't kill me. I'm guessing they'd just do me in seeing as nobody really would care if I'm gone or not. That's why I'm just starting over. I've got to get out of this town and to a place where nobody knows me. Okay, well its about time for me to go see Lizzie. Until we meet again.
Gordo.
Gordo threw tiny rocks at Lizzie's bedroom window but they weren't big enough to wake Lizzie. That girl could sleep through the St. Patrick's Day parade. He climbed the lattice up the side of the house and knocked gently. She turned over in bed but didn't really respond to him. Gordo pounded his fist against the glass. She sat up, startled to see him out there. She climbed out of bed and opened the window. He found himself wondering if she had anything on underneath that t-shirt, but he shook the thought from his head. This was not the time to fantasize. He'd have the rest of his life to do that.
"WHAT are you doing here?" Lizzie asked in a whisper.
"Lizzie. I'm getting out." Gordo felt his feet slip slightly on the lattice. He pulled himself up on the windowsill and she helped pull him in.
"What do you mean? How?" A smile spread slowly across her face.
"Wait, Lizzie you have to listen to me. I'm blindly in love with you. So much that you are the only one I could ever see myself with again. I know you have Jeff and I know you were not expecting this when you went to bed but it's the truth." Lizzie had set down on the bed and Gordo was kneeling next to her holding her trembling hands. He could tell she needed convincing. "Lizzie, you have six smiles. One, when you really think something is genuinely funny, One, when you get embarrassed. Another when you laugh at Miranda, or me, and another when you see a new pair of shoes that you absolutely have to have. One when you are forgiving someone and. . . One when you know you are in love." Gordo heard her sob but couldn't actually see the tears streaming down her face because besides from the light of the moon shining in from the window, it was completely dark. As he reached up to wipe them away Lizzie noticed he knew exactly where they were on the journey down her face. "I've seen the first five smiles more times than I can count, but the last one, I've only seen once. When you look at me." Gordo's voice cracked a little.
"Gordo, I. . ." Lizzie couldn't find anything to say.
"Please let me finish. I've gotten myself into a real mess. I know I'm in danger and that's why I have to go away."
"You're going away?" Lizzie pulled her hands away from his and nervously twisted them in her lap.
"Yes, Lizzie I'm faking my own death. I'm pushing my car into the river right after I leave here. I've got a one way ticket to New York City."
"Gordo! You can't!" Lizzie screamed and then realized she might wake her family. "You can't just die. . .I can't be the only one who knows you are really alive. . .isn't there another way?" Lizzie wiped her own tears with a shaking hand.
"Lizzie, I know these people. If they thought I was alive they'd come looking for me. There isn't another way out." Lizzie flung her arms around his neck and cried. She breathed in his scent, which was 'Very Sexy' by Tommy Hilfiger. She'd given it to him for his birthday last year and was surprised he still wore it. Gordo gently stroked her back but didn't cry.
"Well, what am I supposed to do?? You can't just tell me you love me and then run off to New York City without anyone knowing your alive! Gordo. . .I" Lizzie was again lost for words.
"That's why, Lizzie, if you love me back, you'll come with me." Gordo sat down on the bed next to her. He looked into her eyes searching for an answer but she gazed down at the floor. "You can disappear with me and come away with me to New York. I know it would mean leaving behind your family and friends and Jeff, but I know you love me. I can see it in your eyes behind your infatuation with Jeff and you're fights with Miranda and I. . .but I know you do."
"Gordo. . .Can't you just wait a few days? We could talk about this more or maybe plan it out a little better. Your friends may think you're dead but won't they notice that I'm gone too? And besides, my family would come looking for me. Miranda would too, we made up last night you know. . .and" Gordo grabbed her shoulders and made her focus.
"Lizzie, it has to be tonight. If not then I may never do it. I have to go. . .if you are coming met me at the airport, Gate 23, at 4:30 am. I'll wait until 4:45, and then I'm gone." Gordo slid out the window until just his head was inside the room. "I love you Lizzie McGuire, I always will, even if this is the last time I see you." And with that he was gone.
April 3rd, 2004 at like 3 am.
Gordo loves me. He loves me. He was just in my room two minutes ago telling me he loved me, but he's leaving. He's faking his own death to get away from the Rebels and going to New York City. He wants me to come with him too. I'm supposed to meet him at the airport in two hours if I decide to. . .if I love him back he said. Several questions run through my mind. IF I just disappear, won't people look for me? I don't think they'd find me, but do I really want to leave my life behind? Do I love Gordo? I don't know. I really don't. I do know that I've known him my whole life and I've always loved him, just not romantically. But do I love him? I thought I did two months ago, but why can't I answer that now? This is a life altering decision. I could never come back. I need something more than just my own decision to go or not! I know, I'll flip a coin! Heads, I love Gordo and I'll go with him to New York and Tails, I don't love him and I don't want to go with him. Hang on. I flipped it. It was tails. Be see, when it landed on tails, I felt this wave of disappointment rush over me. I really wanted it to land on heads. I'm going. I love Gordo. I LOVE GORDO! Oh, it feels so good to say that. Oh my god, it's already 3:30. I've got to get ready to go. . .but I've decided I'm leaving a note for Mom, Dad and Matt. I can't let them worry about me for the rest of their lifes.
Love, Lizzie.
Dear Mom, Dad, and Matt-
Gordo's back. . .he's my Gordo again. But he got himself into so much trouble and has to leave town. He came by tonight asking me to go with him, and I am. I think I love him. Mom, I know that this is what you always wanted, for us to fall in love, but I'm just sorry we can't be here. I can't tell you where we are going or when we are coming back. Maybe never. But I don't want you guys to worry about me. Know, Gordo is going to be very popular on the news in the next few days, don't pay any attention because it's not true. I love you guys so much! Take care Matt, don't get into too much trouble. Dad, I love you more than you know. You are my hero! Mom, I'm going to do everything I can to see you again.
Love Lizzie. PS-Please don't tell ANYONE or it might mean death for one of us.
"Waiting for somebody sonny?" Gordo turned to see an old man sweeping the floor next to his bags. It was 4:40. Lizzie was either late, like always, or not coming.
"Kind of. You haven't seen a young, pretty blonde around here lately have you?" Gordo didn't expect him to have but it was worth a shot.
"Nope, I haven't." The old man swept his dust pile away from Gordo.
"All boarding for flight 156 to Kansas City." Gordo turned his head back to the door. No Lizzie. He glanced at his watch. 4:44. She wasn't coming and she didn't love him. Gordo turned dejectedly and boarded the plane.
Lizzie ran through the airport as fast as she could. She drug about five bags behind her. She reached gate 23 breathless and found it empty. Gordo was nowhere in site. She ran to the desk. "Miss? Has this flight to New York City left yet?" Lizzie asked with tears stinging her eyes.
"This was a flight to Kansas City and it just left." Lizzie wiped her escaping tears and fought vigorously to keep them down. There must be a lay over in Kansas City.
"When does the next flight leave for Kansas City?" Lizzie began digging for her wallet.
"Five minutes on gate 36. Do you want a ticket?" Lizzie nodded and pulled out the money, then ran to gate 36. She checked her bags, bored the flight and then waited anxiously to arrive in Kansas City. Four hours later she arrived and quickly exited the plane. She immediately began searching for Gordo. She gates, restaurants, and even had some guy check bathrooms for her. She was just about to give up when she spotted his curly head sitting in the corner of a terminal. He was fast asleep across three chairs. She slowly walked over towards him and kneeled down in front of him. She shook him gently awake. His eyes widened.
"I love you back." Lizzie said wrapping her arms around his neck and kissed him for the very first time, for real, in 18 years.
