A/N: I do not own the song "Hey Jealousy" by the Gin Blossoms.
THIS IS ONE OF THE BEST SONGS EVER! YOU MUST LISTEN TO IT!
Umm, anyway…
Chapter Three: Hey Jealousy
The doorbell of the McGuire house woke Lizzie up at around 1:05. She had a terrible headache.
"Who the heck could be here now?" she mumbled as she turned down 'The Holy Grail'. "It's either Patrick or the stupidest robber in the world."
The doorbell rang again. Lizzie, even in her current state, thought twice about shouting, "I'm coming!" She shuffled to the door and looked through the peephole. Only brown hair was visible. She opened it anyway.
She couldn't believe was at the door.
And he couldn't believe who answered it.
"Gordo?" Lizzie whispered in a disbelieving tone, as if he was a ghost.
"Lizzie?" Gordo said in the same voice.
"What are you doing here?" they asked each other at the same time.
Gordo tried to manage other words, but nothing came out except for studders. It was the weirdest thing. He had just gotten drunk over here and here she was. Right in front of him.
In the flesh.
Lizzie McGuire.
The love of his life.
"David Gordon!" Lizzie whispered in a harsh tone. "What the hell is going on here?" She looked up and down. "Why are you half naked?"
Gordo looked down at his bare chest for a split-second and then brought his eyes right back up to Lizzie. She looked like crap.
She was so beautiful.
Lizzie also had some interesting thoughts racing through her brain.
'Gordo! Gordo! GORDO! I can't believe he's here! After all I just put myself through, here he is! Gordo!'
"Um, Lizzie," Gordo finally managed to get out, "I know you weren't expecting me, but I actually came here to ask your parents if I could spend the night." He looked down at his watch. "Or what's left of the night." He drew in a quick breath. "I didn't know you were here."
Lizzie rubbed her forehead. "Wait, do you, like, live in L.A.? Wh-why do you need a place to stay?"
Gordo scratched his head, embarrassed. "Well, I'm in L.A. on business from New York and I kind of got lost after a little visit to Rob & Reno's Sports Bar." He smiled. "I was in the neighborhood, so I thought I'd ask for a couch for a few hours, but if I'm not wanted…"
"No, no," Lizzie said, still trying to rub her headache away. "C'mon in." She moved out of the doorway.
Gordo reluctantly walked into the house.
-Tell me, do you think it'd be alright if I could just crash here tonight? You can see I'm in no shape for driving, and anyway I've got no place to go-
Gordo slowly walked into the kitchen, Lizzie following close behind.
"Watch out for glass," she warned.
"Okay," he said as he thought of something to converse about.
Lizzie opened a cabinet. "Coffee?"
Gordo shook his head. "No thanks." He turned towards the living room and then stopped. "How've you been?"
Bold move.
"Um, I've been okay," she replied, taking a seat at the island. "I have an apartment in downtown L.A. Doing this-and-that." She looked at the floor and then at Gordo. "You?"
Well, he wasn't about to say he had gone into a depression missing her. He just shrugged.
"I'm okay. Living in Brooklyn. Working to make ends meat. Still into directing."
"Cool," Lizzie said twiddling her thumbs.
-And you know it might not be that bad; you were the best I'd ever had. If I hadn't blown the whole thing years ago, I might not be alone-
"The Holy Grail" was still playing in the other room. Gordo turned and looked at the T.V.
"Monty Python!" he shouted. "My favorite." He gave Lizzie a suspicious smirk. "You sure you didn't know I was coming?"
Lizzie laughed lightly. "Let me get you some blankets," she said, going towards the hall closet. "You're probably exhausted."
"Yea," Gordo said in a faraway voice. He watched her move, listened to her breathe. He was hoping he hadn't blacked out somewhere and this was all a dream.
Lizzie shuffled to the closet and got a wool blanket from the top shelf. While Gordo was out of sight, she took a moment and drew in a long breath. Her heart was racing like never before. This was all going so fast. Two minutes ago, she thought she was dying because of the sadness she felt. Now, here she was, getting blankets so he could sleep on the couch. What was going on in the universe?
"Here you go," she said, walking back into the room. She handed him the blanket.
"Thanks," he said. As he went to take it, their fingers brushed up against each others. Both jolted back a bit, embarrassed, despite feeling a rush of joy and pleasure pulse through them.
-Tomorrow we can drive around this town and let the cops chase us around. The past is gone but something might be found to take its place-
Gordo walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. Lizzie sat down beside him.
"You must find the tallest tree in the forest," Gordo said in a high, squeaky, British accent, along with the movie, "and cut it down with… a herring!"
Lizzie laughed. "You always knew every word to this movie."
"Well, if I recall correctly," he replied, nudging her playfully, "you were quite good at them, too."
"Thanks to you," she laughed.
Both were surprised at how well this was going, and really relieved. They continued watching the movie in silence for a few minutes, the only noises escaping from them being laughter. For a moment, they forgot the last two years. Things were normal again.
-Hey jealousy... hey jealousy… hey jealousy… hey jealousy-
After a few minutes, Lizzie yawned and suddenly realized just how exhausted she was. She stood up.
"You know what? I'm gonna hit the hay."
Gordo nodded towards the T.V., disappointment seeping through his chest. "You sure you don't want to watch some more of this with me?"
She nodded. "I'm sure." She turned to go but then spun back around. "Are you sure you're comfortable? Do you need another blanket or something?"
Gordo shook his head. "No, no, I'm good." He lied down across the couch. "Thanks again for this. I promise I'll be out of your hair in a few hours."
"It's absolutely fine," she replied, backing out of the room. "Stay as long as you need to." Feeling as if she should say more, she reluctantly added something she'd never thought she'd say again.
"'Night, Gordo."
Sort of surprised, he smiled at her from the sofa.
"Goodnight, Lizzie," he called back.
-If you can trust me not to blink, and not to sleep around, if you don't expect too much from me, you might not be let down-
Lizzie trudged upstairs to her old room. She collapsed onto her bed, which was so comfortable. Her hair smelled like puke, but that was okay. She was falling asleep fast. She still couldn't believe Gordo had showed up at her door. It was so random.
Downstairs, Gordo was lowering the volume on the movie, but didn't turn it off because he hadn't watched this movie since… since he and Lizzie were still together. Ever since he graduated, he had buried himself in his career, which was going nowhere thus far. He didn't have time for personal things like movies. From Monday till Friday, he worked all day, and then Saturday and Sunday was spent shooting, and if not shooting, editing, and if not editing, sleeping. That was it. His life was kind of dead end.
He peered at the clock in the kitchen. It was 1:16. He rubbed his head. At 8:00, he had a meeting in L.A. He didn't even remember how to get to his hotel! He didn't have his key! He didn't have the car he rented! He smacked his forehead upon realizing all of this.
'Well,' he thought, 'at least something good came out of this night.' He stared up at the ceiling.
-'Cause all I really want is to be with you, feeling like I matter, too-
Lizzie began to drift into sleep, and with it came dreaming. It was the kind of dream where you're aware that it is not real because you're not totally asleep yet. She saw herself and Gordo, walking through the park, hand and hand. She woke up a few seconds into it, sat up and looked around in the darkness, and then lied back down. She was still tired, but now she couldn't fall asleep. She just played with the fringe on a pillow and listen to her heart beat. In her mind, all she heard was, 'Gordo's downstairs, Gordo's downstairs – don't freak, don't freak.'
But she did, in a very subtle way. She had missed him so much, and like magic, he had reappeared right before her very eyes. It gave her a whole new perspective on the thought that if you wanted something that bad, you could get it. Lizzie had spent two years wishing she had the courage to talk to Gordo again, because no matter how many others guys she had gone out with trying to get over him, she knew that she'd never ever be able to find someone who fit her so perfectly.
-If I hadn't blown the whole thing years ago, I might be here with you-
After about ten minutes of shifting around in bed and trying to get back to sleep (being unsuccessful), Lizzie stood up and walked around the room. It was all warm and cozy and smelled good, like someone still slept here every night. She took in everything and memories came flooding back to her. On her dresser was one of her favorite pictures, the one Kate took of her and Gordo in the Coliseum ten years ago. Lizzie smiled as she ran her fingers over the smooth glass of the frame. It felt like that was yesterday. She wished she could be back to that. Life was so good then.
-Tomorrow we can drive around this town and let the cops chase us around. The past is gone but something might be found to take its place-
Finally, Lizzie couldn't take the buzzing of her head and the pounding of her heart anymore. She walked out of the room and crept down the stairs. She whispered into the dark room, lightened only by the glowing television, "Gordo?"
Gordo's head popped up from the couch. "Yeah?"
At the sight of his face, Lizzie couldn't help but break into a big smile, which made him break into a big smile. The randomness of the night was so incredibly unbelievable that Lizzie couldn't help feeling giddy.
If she was dreaming, she never wanted to wake up.
-Hey jealousy... hey jealousy… hey jealousy… hey jealousy-
Gordo stood up. "Not tired either?"
Lizzie nodded. "I am, but somehow, not able to sleep."
They both sat down on the couch, silent, until Gordo worked up the courage to say something he knew he had to.
"Lizzie," he whispered, turning to her, "I just want to say that I'm sorry."
Gordo felt noble I his actions, that is, until he realized Lizzie didn't immediately reply. He could feel his heartbeat in his throat as she stared blankly at him. She wanted to reply, but she couldn't formulate words. She was sorry too, and she wanted to tell him that, but something was preventing herself from doing so. Both of them sat there wishing that Lizzie had never opened the door that night.
-Tell me, do you think it'd be alright if I could just crash here tonight? You can see I'm in no shape for driving, and anyway I've got no place to go. And you know it might not be that bad; you were the best I'd ever had. If I hadn't blown the whole thing years ago, I might not be alone-
Finally, Lizzie heard herself whisper, "Me, too, Gordo."
Slowly, Gordo smiled. "Well, I've got a meeting in a few hours, so I better get to sleep." He lied down.
Lizzie stood up without bothering to say goodnight. She yawned, said, "Uh huh," and walked upstairs. Her eyelids felt heavier and heavier with each passing moment. She walked into her room and buckled onto her bed. Her heart feeling secure in a weird, pleasurable way that Lizzie wasn't about to try to comprehend right then, she fell right to sleep, as did David Gordon at that exact same moment, feeling that exact same feeling.
-Tomorrow we can drive around this town and let the cops chase us around. The past is gone but something might be found to take its place. Hey jealousy... hey jealousy… hey jealousy… hey jealousy-
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Hey everyone! Sorry it took me so long to update. Hope everyone likes this chapter, and I hope every goes and listens to this song! It's by the same people who sing "Follow You Down", which I used in "Matters".
He was all, "Uh…" and I was like, "Buffay, homicide!"
Phoebe Dynamite