A/N: To everyone who is reading this story, I am sooooo sorry. I completely forgot about
this story, and today I was looking through my reviews and realized I had an unfinished
story. School was so hectic in the last few months but I won't bore you with the details.
The point is I should be able to update more now that school is out. I hope you enjoy this
chappie. Again, sooooo sorry.
Lizzie took a deep breath and rang the doorbell of Gordo's house. There was no
answer, so she tried again. When no one came to the door she thought that maybe the bell
was broken so she knocked as loud as she could, but no one came. There was no
movement from inside. She sighed heavily and started to trudge home.
Where was Gordo? He had been home just a half hour ago, Lizzie thought.
Gordo was curled up on his bed. He was having second thoughts about the cd when he
heard the doorbell ring. He looked out the window and saw Lizzie standing there, she looked
as if she had been crying
Oh, God, I made her cry. She must hate me, I can't talk to her, he thought to
himself. After she had rung the bell a few more times and knocked, she left. He knew he
would have to talk to her sometime, but not now.
What if she didn't feel the same, but got creeped out by the songs and she doesn't
want to be friends with me? No, Lizzie would never do that, would she? These and other
thoughts raced through his mind when he heard his parents come home. A few minutes later he
heard a knock on his door and his mother walked in.
"David, your Uncle is sick so we are going to Boston to visit with him for a week.
We're leaving in a few hours so pack your bags," his mother tried to explain calmly though
she looked upset.
Gordo had no idea what to do, he couldn't just leave without talking to Lizzie but
he didn't think he could talk to her yet so he wrote her an email, packed, and then left with
his parents for the airport.
Meanwhile Lizzie was pacing in her room when her computer spoke those three familiar
words, You've Got Mail. She looked and saw it was from Gordo. She opened it eagerly:
Dear Lizzie,
I realize we didn't get a chance to talk about that cd, but my uncle is sick.
We are leaving for Boston in a few minutes. We'll be back in a week and
we can talk then. I'm really sorry for leaving you like this, please don't
be mad.
Love,
Gordo
He was leaving without talking to her, or saying a real good-bye? Lizzie was so
upset, but she figured at least it would give her more time to figure out what to say to
him. She wanted to do something big, like what he did for him. She didn't want to just
tell him she loved him. And that was another thing, did she love him or just like him?
She loved him as a friend, but did she love him that way as well? Suddenly, Lizzie knew
what she would do...
A/N: I know, I'm evil, another cliffhanger. But I promise that this time I will update
in a more timely fashion, oh I sound so proper, lol. Hope you liked the chapter. L8erz!
this story, and today I was looking through my reviews and realized I had an unfinished
story. School was so hectic in the last few months but I won't bore you with the details.
The point is I should be able to update more now that school is out. I hope you enjoy this
chappie. Again, sooooo sorry.
Lizzie took a deep breath and rang the doorbell of Gordo's house. There was no
answer, so she tried again. When no one came to the door she thought that maybe the bell
was broken so she knocked as loud as she could, but no one came. There was no
movement from inside. She sighed heavily and started to trudge home.
Where was Gordo? He had been home just a half hour ago, Lizzie thought.
Gordo was curled up on his bed. He was having second thoughts about the cd when he
heard the doorbell ring. He looked out the window and saw Lizzie standing there, she looked
as if she had been crying
Oh, God, I made her cry. She must hate me, I can't talk to her, he thought to
himself. After she had rung the bell a few more times and knocked, she left. He knew he
would have to talk to her sometime, but not now.
What if she didn't feel the same, but got creeped out by the songs and she doesn't
want to be friends with me? No, Lizzie would never do that, would she? These and other
thoughts raced through his mind when he heard his parents come home. A few minutes later he
heard a knock on his door and his mother walked in.
"David, your Uncle is sick so we are going to Boston to visit with him for a week.
We're leaving in a few hours so pack your bags," his mother tried to explain calmly though
she looked upset.
Gordo had no idea what to do, he couldn't just leave without talking to Lizzie but
he didn't think he could talk to her yet so he wrote her an email, packed, and then left with
his parents for the airport.
Meanwhile Lizzie was pacing in her room when her computer spoke those three familiar
words, You've Got Mail. She looked and saw it was from Gordo. She opened it eagerly:
Dear Lizzie,
I realize we didn't get a chance to talk about that cd, but my uncle is sick.
We are leaving for Boston in a few minutes. We'll be back in a week and
we can talk then. I'm really sorry for leaving you like this, please don't
be mad.
Love,
Gordo
He was leaving without talking to her, or saying a real good-bye? Lizzie was so
upset, but she figured at least it would give her more time to figure out what to say to
him. She wanted to do something big, like what he did for him. She didn't want to just
tell him she loved him. And that was another thing, did she love him or just like him?
She loved him as a friend, but did she love him that way as well? Suddenly, Lizzie knew
what she would do...
A/N: I know, I'm evil, another cliffhanger. But I promise that this time I will update
in a more timely fashion, oh I sound so proper, lol. Hope you liked the chapter. L8erz!