A/N: Thanks for the review! I guess I needed a study break, and this was my
study break. Please review. All right, this is like the climactic chapter.
I am over halfway through with this story, and today they are going to
London, which of course, practically spells adventure. Don't be afraid to
tell me what you think of this chapter. You know you want to.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lizzie McGuire. Shame on you for even thinking such a thing.
Chapter Nine
Day Six
15 July 2004
I thought I witnessed enough drama yesterday at the party and all, but apparently someone thought it would make my life more interesting to add drama to my own life today. Thankfully, the drama had a happy ending that I will settle with at least for now.
Anyway, so we all woke up at the crack of dawn to get ready to go to London. We leave tomorrow, so today was a pretty nonstop day and tomorrow will be even more hectic.
So, we arrived in London at around ten in the morning. The train ride was only an hour long and I still needed to figure out how to give Gordo his notebook of letters back to him. I think I'm supposed to be mad at him or something. I was nervous, though, because I knew I had to tell him the truth as soon as possible, and if the opportunity came up today, I would take it. I wanted to sit by myself on the way to London so I could have no distractions as I thought everything through. This time, I wanted to be positive I was listening to my heart and was sure I wanted to get back with Gordo. I didn't have much to think about really, accept how to tell Stuart and even that wasn't that hard. I wasn't afraid to be mean to Stuart.
Anyway, so as soon as we arrived in London, we got off the train and saw the London eye, a very large Ferris wheel and thought about doing it. Stuart didn't want to do it, so that was all the reason I needed to ride the London eye. I had an idea to distance myself away from him and I hoped he got the message. Jaime and Stuart were the only ones who didn't ride the London Eye while the rest of us got into two of the carts and saw a lot of London. It was so picturesque up there. I took a few pictures.
Once we got off, we saw Westminster Abbey and the London Bridge. Brian got a "Joey" hat (Friends) off the street and we decided at that point to check into the youth hostile. I didn't think that I would have to worry about being in the same room with Stuart, but I did. It wasn't bad, though because we all stayed in one room together (it was co-ed). We went to lunch after that, and of all places we could eat, we ate at "T.G.I Fridays," yep, that very American restaurant. After lunch, a few of us got t-shirts from Hard Rock Café and walked around a little. We bought tickets to see "Phantom of the Opera" that night and then we went back to our hotel. A lot of people wanted to just stay in the room and rest for a while. This was my big chance. Gordo was, or so he thought, the only one who didn't want to take a nap, "Come on, guys! This is London! We are leaving tomorrow! Don't you want to see Buckingham or even shop a little more?" Luckily for me, he didn't really convince anyone. Gordo decided to go alone and Anna gave him her cell phone number in case he got lost. I waited a half a minute before I said I was going for a walk, too. The people who were listening just nodded their head and I left the room, hoping to catch up with Gordo.
I finally caught up with him as he was waiting for an elevator. I took in a deep breath as I walked closer to him, "hey," I said, smiling.
Gordo looked at me with a weird expression, "Hey," he said, as if he was uncomfortable.
"Mind if I walk with you?"
Gordo shrugged, "I guess not."
I smiled. I didn't want to make this awkward, "Cool."
We got onto the elevator. Gordo looked around, obviously to avoid eye contact with me. At this point, I knew I had to say something soon.
When we got out of the elevator and went outside, I really wanted to say something. Here we were on the streets of London on this beautiful day and I couldn't think of anything to say. How do you say you want to get back together with the person whose heart you broke? This was a harder task than I anticipated. I watched as Gordo took pictures of the buildings and advertisements. Gordo had gotten into this still photography thing since we've broken up I noticed.
Well, we kept on walking and walking and pretty soon, I think we were lost. I don't think Gordo wanted to admit that he was lost, but by the look on his face, he had no idea where he was going. We passed a few statues, a lot of stores, streets and advertisements, but the hotel was nowhere near us. He kept walking, though, figuring soon he would figure out where we were. I didn't feel like arguing and personally I thought it was kind of fun at the time, so I didn't say anything.
Finally, we saw an entrance to something a lot of cars were going in and out of. This would not get us to our hotel, but I figured it might lead us somewhere, so I suggested that we head toward there and see what was on the other side. Gordo agreed and we went inside and I saw a sign that said "St. James Park."
"Oh my God," Gordo said, when he saw the sign and looked around.
"What?" I asked. What was so great about this park?
"Uh, Lizzie, do you realize we are walking towards Buckingham Palace?" He asked, pointing straight ahead. There, in the distance was a large building with a statue of something.
"That is the Buckingham Palace?" I asked. How did we end up here?
Gordo nodded his head, "Yep. That's the back of the palace."
"Can we go see it?" I asked, getting excited.
Gordo shrugged, "Sure. Why not?"
We started walking. The talking thing still was not happening at this point and I was anxious to start talking. Gordo was walking slightly ahead of me at this point, so I tried to catch up with him as I looked around in wonder, but the my eyes were slower than my feet. All of the sudden, a tall man approached me and he smiled, "It is-a beautiful here, isn't it?" (he had an Italian accent)
I decided he was harmless and nodded my head, "Yeah, it is."
"Si! Beautiful like Italia, no?"
I nodded my head. Where was Gordo when I needed him? I looked at the man who must have been at least thirty and nodded my head, "Yes, Italy is very beautiful."
"Can I walk with you?" he asked.
I was just about to say no, when I heard, "No. Sorry. She's with me." At this point, Gordo took my hand and the man looked at us and walked away.
I looked at Gordo and smiled, "Thank you, Gordo."
Gordo looked down at our hands, and it was kind of depressing when he dropped them, "Maybe we should stay together." He said.
I nodded my head and smiled. I don't think he caught the smile, but that was okay. We walked together toward the castle. The silence thing was still bothering me, "Gordo, thanks for what you did back there."
Gordo shrugged, "It was nothing," he said and he looked over at me, "Besides, what are friends for?"
I stopped walking and so did Gordo, "Does this mean you forgive me?"
Again, Gordo shrugged, "Yeah, I guess so. I mean that's what you want, right?"
It was what I wanted, but I also wanted more, "Gordo, can we sit down for a second?"
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Disclaimer: I do not own Lizzie McGuire. Shame on you for even thinking such a thing.
Chapter Nine
Day Six
15 July 2004
I thought I witnessed enough drama yesterday at the party and all, but apparently someone thought it would make my life more interesting to add drama to my own life today. Thankfully, the drama had a happy ending that I will settle with at least for now.
Anyway, so we all woke up at the crack of dawn to get ready to go to London. We leave tomorrow, so today was a pretty nonstop day and tomorrow will be even more hectic.
So, we arrived in London at around ten in the morning. The train ride was only an hour long and I still needed to figure out how to give Gordo his notebook of letters back to him. I think I'm supposed to be mad at him or something. I was nervous, though, because I knew I had to tell him the truth as soon as possible, and if the opportunity came up today, I would take it. I wanted to sit by myself on the way to London so I could have no distractions as I thought everything through. This time, I wanted to be positive I was listening to my heart and was sure I wanted to get back with Gordo. I didn't have much to think about really, accept how to tell Stuart and even that wasn't that hard. I wasn't afraid to be mean to Stuart.
Anyway, so as soon as we arrived in London, we got off the train and saw the London eye, a very large Ferris wheel and thought about doing it. Stuart didn't want to do it, so that was all the reason I needed to ride the London eye. I had an idea to distance myself away from him and I hoped he got the message. Jaime and Stuart were the only ones who didn't ride the London Eye while the rest of us got into two of the carts and saw a lot of London. It was so picturesque up there. I took a few pictures.
Once we got off, we saw Westminster Abbey and the London Bridge. Brian got a "Joey" hat (Friends) off the street and we decided at that point to check into the youth hostile. I didn't think that I would have to worry about being in the same room with Stuart, but I did. It wasn't bad, though because we all stayed in one room together (it was co-ed). We went to lunch after that, and of all places we could eat, we ate at "T.G.I Fridays," yep, that very American restaurant. After lunch, a few of us got t-shirts from Hard Rock Café and walked around a little. We bought tickets to see "Phantom of the Opera" that night and then we went back to our hotel. A lot of people wanted to just stay in the room and rest for a while. This was my big chance. Gordo was, or so he thought, the only one who didn't want to take a nap, "Come on, guys! This is London! We are leaving tomorrow! Don't you want to see Buckingham or even shop a little more?" Luckily for me, he didn't really convince anyone. Gordo decided to go alone and Anna gave him her cell phone number in case he got lost. I waited a half a minute before I said I was going for a walk, too. The people who were listening just nodded their head and I left the room, hoping to catch up with Gordo.
I finally caught up with him as he was waiting for an elevator. I took in a deep breath as I walked closer to him, "hey," I said, smiling.
Gordo looked at me with a weird expression, "Hey," he said, as if he was uncomfortable.
"Mind if I walk with you?"
Gordo shrugged, "I guess not."
I smiled. I didn't want to make this awkward, "Cool."
We got onto the elevator. Gordo looked around, obviously to avoid eye contact with me. At this point, I knew I had to say something soon.
When we got out of the elevator and went outside, I really wanted to say something. Here we were on the streets of London on this beautiful day and I couldn't think of anything to say. How do you say you want to get back together with the person whose heart you broke? This was a harder task than I anticipated. I watched as Gordo took pictures of the buildings and advertisements. Gordo had gotten into this still photography thing since we've broken up I noticed.
Well, we kept on walking and walking and pretty soon, I think we were lost. I don't think Gordo wanted to admit that he was lost, but by the look on his face, he had no idea where he was going. We passed a few statues, a lot of stores, streets and advertisements, but the hotel was nowhere near us. He kept walking, though, figuring soon he would figure out where we were. I didn't feel like arguing and personally I thought it was kind of fun at the time, so I didn't say anything.
Finally, we saw an entrance to something a lot of cars were going in and out of. This would not get us to our hotel, but I figured it might lead us somewhere, so I suggested that we head toward there and see what was on the other side. Gordo agreed and we went inside and I saw a sign that said "St. James Park."
"Oh my God," Gordo said, when he saw the sign and looked around.
"What?" I asked. What was so great about this park?
"Uh, Lizzie, do you realize we are walking towards Buckingham Palace?" He asked, pointing straight ahead. There, in the distance was a large building with a statue of something.
"That is the Buckingham Palace?" I asked. How did we end up here?
Gordo nodded his head, "Yep. That's the back of the palace."
"Can we go see it?" I asked, getting excited.
Gordo shrugged, "Sure. Why not?"
We started walking. The talking thing still was not happening at this point and I was anxious to start talking. Gordo was walking slightly ahead of me at this point, so I tried to catch up with him as I looked around in wonder, but the my eyes were slower than my feet. All of the sudden, a tall man approached me and he smiled, "It is-a beautiful here, isn't it?" (he had an Italian accent)
I decided he was harmless and nodded my head, "Yeah, it is."
"Si! Beautiful like Italia, no?"
I nodded my head. Where was Gordo when I needed him? I looked at the man who must have been at least thirty and nodded my head, "Yes, Italy is very beautiful."
"Can I walk with you?" he asked.
I was just about to say no, when I heard, "No. Sorry. She's with me." At this point, Gordo took my hand and the man looked at us and walked away.
I looked at Gordo and smiled, "Thank you, Gordo."
Gordo looked down at our hands, and it was kind of depressing when he dropped them, "Maybe we should stay together." He said.
I nodded my head and smiled. I don't think he caught the smile, but that was okay. We walked together toward the castle. The silence thing was still bothering me, "Gordo, thanks for what you did back there."
Gordo shrugged, "It was nothing," he said and he looked over at me, "Besides, what are friends for?"
I stopped walking and so did Gordo, "Does this mean you forgive me?"
Again, Gordo shrugged, "Yeah, I guess so. I mean that's what you want, right?"
It was what I wanted, but I also wanted more, "Gordo, can we sit down for a second?"
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