A/N: Sorry it took me so long to bring in a chapter. The more this story goes on, the harder it is to keep up with everything. But its all good. Thank you for all the reviews. I'm working on updating all my stories (both piacere and macdeniken) in the next few days but i can't promise anything.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lizzie McGuire. I never have owned it and never will. Well, I guess I should never say never...
Chapter Nine
For Christmas, Gordo ended up getting Lizzie a necklace and Lizzie gave Gordo a wallet. The Holidays weren't that different than they were before they were going out. Gordo traditionally came over to the McGuire's before that Christmas and Lizzie was usually there with the Gordon's at least one of the eight nights of Hannukuh.
So the holidays seemed unchanged. The only thing different was that Sam McGuire kept a better eye on them when they were together over the holidays and was more cautious about them going up to Lizzie's room after all the festivities were over. But then Jo reminded him that Miranda would be up their as well and that would get rid of all the possibilities.
After Christmas was over, there was still another week and a half before they had to go back to school. Miranda was going to go to Mexico, but she convinced her parents to let her stay with the McGuire's for the next week. This was exciting for Lizzie because this meant she got to live with a sister for the next week.
Miranda's parents left two days after Christmas. December 27th. It was a more important day in Lizzie's life because right as Miranda was putting her stuff up in Lizzie's room, she got a phone call from Gordo.
"Hello?" she said.
"Hey," he said, nervously.
"Want to come over? Miranda is over and we were going to go to the mall to check out some last minute sales after the holidays."
"Um, no, that's okay. Actually, we need to talk."
Lizzie sat down on her bed, giving Miranda a curious look. What was going on?
"Okay. What is this about? Is everything okay?"
"I don't know," he said, "It all depends on what you have to say."
"Okay," Lizzie said, "I'm listening."
Gordo sighed loudly. Lizzie took this as a bad sign. What was happening? "Over the summer, I applied to Harvard and I just found out that I made it in."
Lizzie sighed as she took this in, "You mean, you are going to Harvard?" Lizzie said, and Miranda looked over sadly after hearing the repeated words.
"I-I don't know. I haven't decided yet."
"Well," Lizzie said, "do you want to go?"
Gordo said nothing.
"Gordo, do you want to go to Harvard?"
"I don't know," Gordo finally said.
"What do you mean?" Lizzie asked with tears forming in her eyes. She could feel herself getting emotional and she also felt confused.
"I mean, I love you, Lizzie. I think what we have is a good thing and I don't want to ruin it," he said, and then took a deep breath, "on the other hand, this summer I was Harvard bound and I was really looking forward to venturing east to go to college."
"So what are you trying to say?" Lizzie said, getting mad, "Are you trying to say that you don't have enough courage to come to my door and tell me face to face that come six months from now, I'll probably never see you again? Because if you are, you are a coward, David Gordon. A coward who doesn't deserve to do anything with his life."
"Lizzie..." Gordo said, "Will you listen to me?"
"NO!" Lizzie said and she hung up the phone just like that. Then she broke down. Miranda walked over to her best friend to comfort her.
"Lizzie," she said, placing her arm around her shoulder and pulling her into a hug, "are you okay?"
Lizzie said nothing as she wept.
"Lizzie, is he going to Harvard?"
"I don't know," Lizzie mumbled, "and I don't care. He's only my best friend. He's only the first guy I have completely trusted with my heart over the past three months."
"I think you should talk to him. Maybe he isn't going."
"Yeah, but he probably is. This has been a dream of his for years."
"Then why are you upset?" Miranda asked, still hugging her best friend, "Do you want to ruin his dream?"
Lizzie sighed, "I don't know. I guess I'll just miss him. That's all."
Miranda sighed, "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I broke up with Larry."
Lizzie let go of her friend confused, "You did? When?"
Miranda laughed, "Well, okay, first of all, to be completely honest he broke up with me."
"Really? When?"
"A few days ago."
"Right before Christmas?" Lizzie asked, sympathetically.
Miranda laughed, "Yeah, but that's better than being dumped right after Christmas."
"Why?"
"Because," she said, letting go of Lizzie and looking at her hands that she brought down to her lap, "We were always better friends than anything and going out felt really weird after a couple of months."
"So the feeling was mutual?"
"Oh, completely," Miranda assured, "We're probably better friends than we were before."
"That's good," Lizzie said.
"What about you?" Miranda said, "Does it ever feel weird dating your best friend to you?"
Lizzie shrugged, "Honestly, not really," Lizzie admitted, "I mean, It actually feels somewhat natural dating Gordo."
Miranda smiled, "Then don't lose Gordo."
"What?" Lizzie asked, confused.
"Don't ever lose that feeling."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, what you and Gordo have is a good thing. I know that you two can get through anything, including distance."
"You mean you don't think this is a big deal? Him going to Harvard?"
"He really loves you, Lizzie. Do you really think he's going to Harvard?"
Lizzie didn't answer this as she was interrupted by a knock on the door. Miranda got up to answer it, and low and behold, it was Gordo.
"Hey," he said, smiling weakly. He looked at Lizzie and then Miranda, "Uh, Miranda, do you mind if I talk to Lizzie for a minute?" he asked.
"Sure," she said and she headed out the door, but not before saying, "Congratulations on your acceptance into Harvard."
Gordo didn't say anything, but he looked at Lizzie and tried hard to read what was going on behind that unreadable face, "So," he said, stuffing his hands in his pockets, "I, uh, guess we need to talk."
"Yeah, I guess so," Lizzie said, crossing her arms.
Gordo sat down on Lizzie's bed beside her, "Lizzie," he said, "there is something I need to tell you."
Lizzie nodded her head, waiting for him to continue. She had no idea what was going on in his mind, but was curious.
"As you know," Gordo swallowed, "I was given the opportunity to graduate high school a year early and go onto college."
Lizzie nodded as he continued, "And I almost did, until I pulled out a week before I was supposed to graduate. Well, I have a confession. The reason I didn't graduate early was not because I wanted to stay with my class."
"It wasn't?" Lizzie asked, confused.
Gordo shook his head, "Are you kidding me? I could care less about our class of 2007."
Lizzie looked down, and somewhat hurt by this.
"But," he said, "there was one person who made me want to stay; one reason to stay another year. And that was you."
Lizzie squinted at Gordo, not getting the full picture, "What are you trying to say?"
Gordo took in a deep breath, "The only reason I stayed in high school another year was so I could be with you, Lizzie. I wanted my friend that I lost track of to be there with me through all the senior crap I looked forward to missing. I thought that we might have a chance of becoming more than friends."
"So, I am the only reason you stayed?"
Gordo nodded his head, "But don't tell my parents. If they find out that you are the reason that they are paying tuition one more year when I could have gotten a full scholarship to Harvard, NYU, or Yale last year, I don't think they'd be too impressed."
"Gordo," Lizzie said, "I don't know what to say."
"There is more, though," Gordo said, "You know how we have all of our classes together?"
"Yeah," Lizzie said.
"Well," he said, "I did that, too."
"What?" Lizzie said, "but how?"
"On the school computer."
Lizzie said nothing. She didn't know what to say. She didn't know what to make of any of this, "Gordo, if i didn't know any better, I'd say to were some kind of stalker."
Disclaimer: I do not own Lizzie McGuire. I never have owned it and never will. Well, I guess I should never say never...
Chapter Nine
For Christmas, Gordo ended up getting Lizzie a necklace and Lizzie gave Gordo a wallet. The Holidays weren't that different than they were before they were going out. Gordo traditionally came over to the McGuire's before that Christmas and Lizzie was usually there with the Gordon's at least one of the eight nights of Hannukuh.
So the holidays seemed unchanged. The only thing different was that Sam McGuire kept a better eye on them when they were together over the holidays and was more cautious about them going up to Lizzie's room after all the festivities were over. But then Jo reminded him that Miranda would be up their as well and that would get rid of all the possibilities.
After Christmas was over, there was still another week and a half before they had to go back to school. Miranda was going to go to Mexico, but she convinced her parents to let her stay with the McGuire's for the next week. This was exciting for Lizzie because this meant she got to live with a sister for the next week.
Miranda's parents left two days after Christmas. December 27th. It was a more important day in Lizzie's life because right as Miranda was putting her stuff up in Lizzie's room, she got a phone call from Gordo.
"Hello?" she said.
"Hey," he said, nervously.
"Want to come over? Miranda is over and we were going to go to the mall to check out some last minute sales after the holidays."
"Um, no, that's okay. Actually, we need to talk."
Lizzie sat down on her bed, giving Miranda a curious look. What was going on?
"Okay. What is this about? Is everything okay?"
"I don't know," he said, "It all depends on what you have to say."
"Okay," Lizzie said, "I'm listening."
Gordo sighed loudly. Lizzie took this as a bad sign. What was happening? "Over the summer, I applied to Harvard and I just found out that I made it in."
Lizzie sighed as she took this in, "You mean, you are going to Harvard?" Lizzie said, and Miranda looked over sadly after hearing the repeated words.
"I-I don't know. I haven't decided yet."
"Well," Lizzie said, "do you want to go?"
Gordo said nothing.
"Gordo, do you want to go to Harvard?"
"I don't know," Gordo finally said.
"What do you mean?" Lizzie asked with tears forming in her eyes. She could feel herself getting emotional and she also felt confused.
"I mean, I love you, Lizzie. I think what we have is a good thing and I don't want to ruin it," he said, and then took a deep breath, "on the other hand, this summer I was Harvard bound and I was really looking forward to venturing east to go to college."
"So what are you trying to say?" Lizzie said, getting mad, "Are you trying to say that you don't have enough courage to come to my door and tell me face to face that come six months from now, I'll probably never see you again? Because if you are, you are a coward, David Gordon. A coward who doesn't deserve to do anything with his life."
"Lizzie..." Gordo said, "Will you listen to me?"
"NO!" Lizzie said and she hung up the phone just like that. Then she broke down. Miranda walked over to her best friend to comfort her.
"Lizzie," she said, placing her arm around her shoulder and pulling her into a hug, "are you okay?"
Lizzie said nothing as she wept.
"Lizzie, is he going to Harvard?"
"I don't know," Lizzie mumbled, "and I don't care. He's only my best friend. He's only the first guy I have completely trusted with my heart over the past three months."
"I think you should talk to him. Maybe he isn't going."
"Yeah, but he probably is. This has been a dream of his for years."
"Then why are you upset?" Miranda asked, still hugging her best friend, "Do you want to ruin his dream?"
Lizzie sighed, "I don't know. I guess I'll just miss him. That's all."
Miranda sighed, "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I broke up with Larry."
Lizzie let go of her friend confused, "You did? When?"
Miranda laughed, "Well, okay, first of all, to be completely honest he broke up with me."
"Really? When?"
"A few days ago."
"Right before Christmas?" Lizzie asked, sympathetically.
Miranda laughed, "Yeah, but that's better than being dumped right after Christmas."
"Why?"
"Because," she said, letting go of Lizzie and looking at her hands that she brought down to her lap, "We were always better friends than anything and going out felt really weird after a couple of months."
"So the feeling was mutual?"
"Oh, completely," Miranda assured, "We're probably better friends than we were before."
"That's good," Lizzie said.
"What about you?" Miranda said, "Does it ever feel weird dating your best friend to you?"
Lizzie shrugged, "Honestly, not really," Lizzie admitted, "I mean, It actually feels somewhat natural dating Gordo."
Miranda smiled, "Then don't lose Gordo."
"What?" Lizzie asked, confused.
"Don't ever lose that feeling."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, what you and Gordo have is a good thing. I know that you two can get through anything, including distance."
"You mean you don't think this is a big deal? Him going to Harvard?"
"He really loves you, Lizzie. Do you really think he's going to Harvard?"
Lizzie didn't answer this as she was interrupted by a knock on the door. Miranda got up to answer it, and low and behold, it was Gordo.
"Hey," he said, smiling weakly. He looked at Lizzie and then Miranda, "Uh, Miranda, do you mind if I talk to Lizzie for a minute?" he asked.
"Sure," she said and she headed out the door, but not before saying, "Congratulations on your acceptance into Harvard."
Gordo didn't say anything, but he looked at Lizzie and tried hard to read what was going on behind that unreadable face, "So," he said, stuffing his hands in his pockets, "I, uh, guess we need to talk."
"Yeah, I guess so," Lizzie said, crossing her arms.
Gordo sat down on Lizzie's bed beside her, "Lizzie," he said, "there is something I need to tell you."
Lizzie nodded her head, waiting for him to continue. She had no idea what was going on in his mind, but was curious.
"As you know," Gordo swallowed, "I was given the opportunity to graduate high school a year early and go onto college."
Lizzie nodded as he continued, "And I almost did, until I pulled out a week before I was supposed to graduate. Well, I have a confession. The reason I didn't graduate early was not because I wanted to stay with my class."
"It wasn't?" Lizzie asked, confused.
Gordo shook his head, "Are you kidding me? I could care less about our class of 2007."
Lizzie looked down, and somewhat hurt by this.
"But," he said, "there was one person who made me want to stay; one reason to stay another year. And that was you."
Lizzie squinted at Gordo, not getting the full picture, "What are you trying to say?"
Gordo took in a deep breath, "The only reason I stayed in high school another year was so I could be with you, Lizzie. I wanted my friend that I lost track of to be there with me through all the senior crap I looked forward to missing. I thought that we might have a chance of becoming more than friends."
"So, I am the only reason you stayed?"
Gordo nodded his head, "But don't tell my parents. If they find out that you are the reason that they are paying tuition one more year when I could have gotten a full scholarship to Harvard, NYU, or Yale last year, I don't think they'd be too impressed."
"Gordo," Lizzie said, "I don't know what to say."
"There is more, though," Gordo said, "You know how we have all of our classes together?"
"Yeah," Lizzie said.
"Well," he said, "I did that, too."
"What?" Lizzie said, "but how?"
"On the school computer."
Lizzie said nothing. She didn't know what to say. She didn't know what to make of any of this, "Gordo, if i didn't know any better, I'd say to were some kind of stalker."