A/N: Okay…so this chapter gets a little steamy. IT'S VERY MILD. I'm not good at writing stuff like that, so don't judge me solely off of that scene. It's vital to the story, as Gordo and Lizzie sort of come to terms at the end of this chapter. Next chapter will be up soon. Please review…you know… the usual. :P HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
"Morning, Gordo! Good morning, Mrs. Gordon!" Lizzie said, plopping herself down in the back seat of the car.
"Good morning, Elizabeth!" Mrs. Gordon put the car into gear and they were off.
"Gordo," Lizzie began, leaning forward and looking at her ex-boyfriend, "Are you okay?" Gordo groaned.
"David's grouchy in the mornings," Mrs. Gordon commented, turning a corner into the office parking lot.
"Oh, right. Now I remember." Lizzie giggled, recalling their visit to Grubby Gulch when they were 14. Mrs. Gordon parked and everyone hopped out of the car.
"Alright, kids." Mrs. Gordon set down her bag and threw herself into her desk chair. "I have an appointment in ten minutes, and then I have a meeting with my co-workers. So hang out in Mr. Gordon's office upstairs until I'm done meeting with this patient, okay?"
"Sure," Lizzie and Gordo said in unison. They headed upstairs. Lizzie immediately flew over to the filing cabinets and pulled out Darian Romero's file.
"Gordo," she hissed, "get a pad and pencil." He complied and she dictated the important information to him. Gordo shoved the paper into his back pocket and Lizzie put the file away. They spent the rest of the half hour playing around like children. Spinning each other around in the desk chair, playing solitaire on the computer, playing Red Hands together.
Mrs. Gordon soon came back up to get them. "Let's make the office a bit more cheery," she suggested, gesturing to a box in the corner. Inside were several assorted holiday decorations. Some paper suns and umbrellas were included for spring and summer. Lizzie and Gordo taped them up. Then Mrs. Gordon had to leave for her meeting…that's when things got interesting. Lizzie and Gordo somehow found themselves in a friendly game of Truth or Dare.
"Truth or dare?" Lizzie asked, folding her legs crisscross-apple-sauce style.
"Truth, I guess." Gordo personally hated this game, but he knew that Lizzie, being a girl, loved to get in on the latest gossip of her friends. He was playing it, now, to please her.
"Give me a hint about the girl you like."
"I don't like anyone."
"Come on, there must be someone! Even just a little."
Gordo was taken aback, but managed to continue. "Um…she has blonde hair."
"Is she thin? What color are her eyes?"
"You can ask those questions later, McGuire. You asked for a hint about the girl I like."
"Do you always have to be so technical?"
"I'm not at liberty to answer that, since your turn is over already."
"Gordo!"
"Truth or dare?" She hesitated, then picked "truth." "What are you thinking about?" Lizzie was quiet. "Liz?"
She stood up. "My legs are cramping."
"Mine too," Gordo agreed, standing up as well. "So…what are you thinking about?"
Lizzie looked hesitant and perhaps a bit scared, but said, "Us."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"What a coincidence. I was thinking about us, too." He gulped. Getting a sudden burst of courage, Gordo leaned forward and laid his lips on hers. He expected her to pull away, but she didn't. Their tongues began to dance together. They pulled away for air. Lizzie fell against Gordo, breathless. Gordo took a deep breath and began to suck and nibble on the side of her neck. It left a nicely sized purple mark. Gordo picked Lizzie up and set her on his mother's desk. They began to kiss again, and soon Lizzie was lying down on the desk. Shirts were flying off, and neither teenager had enough sense left about them to realize that this was happening. Gordo was delusional; his brain full of adrenaline. He rubbed at Lizzie's chest, instinct clearly leading him on. The turn of a doorknob startled them both, and Lizzie rolled off the desk and hid behind it. While she was doing this, Gordo stepped in front of the pile of discarded clothes. Mrs. Gordon came in and eyed her son.
"David?"
"Hey, Mom," Gordo said, trying to keep his cool. Lizzie had somehow managed to put her bra and shirt back on. She popped up from behind the desk.
"I…dropped a pin," she said, as if to explain her quick appearance from behind Mrs. Gordon's desk.
Mrs. Gordon stared at them both suspiciously. "David, why is your shirt off? And you're flushed. You too, Elizabeth."
"It's getting pretty hot in here," Lizzie explained, "and Gordo thought it would be okay to take off his shirt, since it was just me…"
"Really? I thought it was rather chilly in here…" Mrs. Gordon said, folding her arms. Both teenagers were looking extremely guilty. Being a shrink, Mrs. Gordon could easily place her finger on what she thought had been going on in her office, and why it had happened (teen hormones). "Listen, whatever you two were doing in here is your business and your business only. You're both of age, and frankly…I don't even want to know. Now, I was going to run through McDonald's to get some lunch. You two want anything?"
Lizzie and Gordo were now both ridiculously red, but Lizzie found her voice first. "No thanks."
"Yeah…no thanks, Mom." Gordo agreed. His mom shot him a look that clearly said, "We'll talk later." Gordo winced and watched his mom walk out of the room. Lizzie sat herself down on the desk chair and clamped her hands over her eyes. Tears leaked through the small spaced between her fingers. Gordo put his shirt on. He wanted to go over and give Lizzie a hug, but figured she probably wouldn't want him to touch her right then. He shoved his hands deep into his pockets and stared at the floor.
"Oh my gosh…I would have…"
"I know…me too," Gordo said, knowing exactly what she was trying to say. She began to sob. Gordo stayed silent.
"I'm going to go home, Gordo." She said, looking up at him with smeared makeup.
"I understand. I would give you a ride, but I didn't bring my car."
"It's okay. I can walk; it's pretty close by."
"Okay. I-I'll see you later?"
"Yeah," she said, standing up and gathering her things. "Later." (A/N: Okay, the awkwardness is over…yay!)
Gordo pulled up next to Lizzie's house. She was sitting on the porch, holding a bottle of something. The cool air gripped Gordo's face as he got out of the car.
"May I sit with you," he asked, approaching Lizzie.
"I guess." She replied, taking a sip of the liquid in the bottle. Gordo sat down.
"Lizzie! What are you drinking?"
"Whisky. Why?"
"Well…isn't the drinking age 21?" He knew the answer, but honestly couldn't think of any subtle way to start the conversation.
"Yes."
"You're only 18."
"Thank you for sharing, Gordo. Next time I forget how old I am, I'll call and ask you."
Gordo rolled his eyes and made a mental note to never be around a drunken Lizzie again. "Liz, we need to talk about what happened this afternoon."
"There's nothing to talk about. Believe me."
"We need to say something. That was a big event and we need to figure out what to do about it."
"Damn you!" She began to cry. "I never want to see you again!"
"Why?" He asked, hurt.
"Because I always get screwed over! Every time I see you, something tragic always happens to me!"
"I'm not following…"
"For you, there were no emotions involved with this afternoon! There were for me! I love you and I always have!"
"What the hell do you mean 'there were no emotions involved with me'? I've loved you since we were kids, Lizzie, and don't you dare say that it's not true!"
"But it's not! Nothing you say is true! If you love me, why'd you break up with me and leave the state? Why'd you date Liza, who you knew was totally wrong for you?"
"Reasons you wouldn't understand!" He lowered his voice. "But I love you, Lizzie McGuire, and don't you ever doubt it."
"Go to hell," Lizzie said, standing up, tossing the now empty whisky bottle aside, and heading to her car.
"Lizzie, what are you doing?"
"Leaving!"
"Lizzie, you can't drive! You're drunk!"
"Shut up, Gordo! I can do whatever I want!"
"Lizzie, no." He stood in front of her car door. "I can't let you do this. You'll get killed." She began to cry again. She beat her fists against his chest. Finally she just gave up and fell forward into his arms. Gordo held her as she cried.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I don't know what's wrong with me and…" Lizzie tried to continue, but her voice cracked.
"Ssh. It's okay. Just cry. Sometimes that helps."
"I'm tired of crying," she said, although she was clearly not making any effort to stop.
"I know. It's okay, though. But Lizzie, please don't ever drink when you're upset again. You know you can always call me, right?" She nodded and nuzzled closer to Gordo. Gordo hugged her tight.
"I take back all the awful things I said to you. I didn't mean any of them."
"I know. It's okay."
"Why do you always forgive me? No matter what I do?"
"I think we've talked about this before…I care about you too much to not forgive you. I need you in my life."
"But I always treat you like crap. Remember when I used to steal your crayons and tear your pictures up?"
Gordo chuckled at the memory. "Liz, we were kids then. That doesn't matter now."
"But it's true. I used to do those awful things to you."
"I didn't consider them awful." Gordo commented, trying not to laugh.
"Do you consider me awful now?"
"I could never think that you're awful."
"I love you." His heart ached.
"Lizzie, you're drunk. You don't know what you're saying. You won't remember any of this in the morning."
"I'll remember."
"Do you want to bet?"
Lizzie was silent for a moment, as if considering it. "No."
"Good. 'Cause I don't have anything to bet with."
"Oh." He pulled back a little.
"Come on," he tucked her hair behind her ears and wiped her tears. "Ready to go inside?"
"Will you stay with me for a while?"
"Yeah. Sure. Where are your parents?"
"Out. They went to a movie."
"What about Matt?"
"He's inside somewhere." They walked over to the door, Lizzie starting to get dizzy and using Gordo as extra support. At the sound of the door opening, Matt stepped out of his room.
"Gordo? Lizzie! What happened to my sister?" Matt asked, rushing to Lizzie's aid.
"I've got her, Matt. She's drunk." Gordo said, wrapping his arms around Lizzie and guiding her up the stairs.
"But why would she drink?" He got a suspicious look on his face. "Did you two do something…?"
"Drop it, Matt!" Gordo said, feeling a bit guilty. "Help me get her to her room." Between the two of them, the boys were able to get Lizzie onto her bed. "Thanks, buddy." Gordo thumped Matt on the back. Matt nodded and left the room.
"Gordo?" Lizzie rubbed her eyes. "Can you turn out the light? It's hurting my head." Gordo flipped the light switch and sat down on the edge of her bed.
"You're going to have quite the hang over in the morning," Gordo commented, pulling the blankets over Lizzie.
"Don't remind me," she groaned. She reached over and found Gordo's hand. "Thank you for everything, Gordo."
"Not a problem. I've always got your back, McG."
A/N: See, it was vital! And if you don't see how it's vital yet...you will, I promise. Expect the next chapter to be pretty exciting! Lizzie will have to make some very important decisions pretty soon! Again, Happy Thanksgiving! Hope you guys all have fun eating turkey, ham…or duck. I don't judge. Heck, you could even eat penguin meat and I wouldn't judge you! Actually…I would. 'Cause penguins are freaking epic. Long A/N, I know…see y'all later!