New chapie!
Disclaimer: I don't own Lizzie McGuire...do wish I owned Adam though...
Chapter 3: Happiness is no Mystery
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Yeah that part of the trip had been devastating...he sighed and glanced over, her light eyes fluttered open, and she looked up and smiled.
"How long have I been sleeping?" Lizzie asked groggily, lifting her head of his shoulder, and leaning back in her seat.
"For about..." he glanced at his watch, "three hours."
"Wow...and I'm still sleepy." She looked away, saw her parents sitting a few seats back, Matt squished in between them, looking miserable. Lizzie looked back at Gordo, he wasn't staring at her, or giving her googley eyes, he was looking at her they way he always did. But she noticed that there was something different. There was a love in his eyes she should have seen a million times before. But she was too stupid, too blind...too shallow to realize it.
He looked away for a minute, out the window, the morning after those fire- works, she was hiding underneath of a rolling tray, and he was left to cover for her...again.
"Alright everyone!" barked Ungermeyer, "Let's head out!" But she stopped, "Hold up. Gotta get these apricots up to McGuire."
Well Gordon, think fast, he thought, and dived in front of his future- principal.
"Yes, Mr. Gordon?" She asked sharply.
"Uh...I was just thinking; I'm starting to agree with Ethan. We should definitely eat more spaghetti."
"YOU ROCK MAN!" Ethan cried, punching the air with his fist.
"Gordon is there something up there that you don't want me to see?" she demanded.
"No, no, it's just-well, shouldn't we be going? I mean so much Roma, so little 'Tima'" He tapped his watch.
Ungermeyer raised an eyebrow, "Gordon, go wait with the group." She went to move foreword, but he got in here way, she went to go around him, but suddenly he was there again, "You know," she began, still trying to outsmart Gordo's quick moves, "When I get up stairs..." she finally zoomed around him, "And I will, get upstairs," she walked into the elevator, jauntily, "I except to find Miss McGuire in her bed."
Gordo dashed to the elevator doors, "She could be...in.the bathroom...or...something."
"You know what I think?" cried Ungermeyer in disgust, "I think this was all a clever ruse to sneak out of this hotel!"
A thought popped into Gordo's mind. "Yeah...it was." He turned away, and stared at the ground, forcing his face to look guilty.
"It was?" Hah...wow she was right!
"Yeah...it's just...Lizzie and I were talking about adventure...and I dunno. But look...Lizzie's upstairs, I'm the one who's been sneaking out."
Ethan opened his mouth to say something, but Kate shook her head, eyes wide with fear...and realization.
"You know what this means Gordon?" Ungermeyer asked, without a hint of pity in her voice.
"That...I...shouldn't look to you for a college recommendation?" He answered, jokingly hitting her shoulder.
"No...You should start looking for your suitcase, you're going home." She replied, looking very serious.
Gordo's face fell, and staring at his feet, he went into the elevator sullenly. Miss Ungermeyer closed the second set of double doors, and Gordo hit a button for the first floor.
"Pegged you from the beginning, David Gordon, sneaky little brownnoser with a hidden agenda."
First Lizzie falls in love with some guy, and then I get sent thousands of miles away from her, he thought bitterly, leaning against the glass doors, dieing inside.
"Love lifts up where we belong." Ethan whispered softly, as the class left a depressed Gordo behind to gather his things, for a long flight home.
--
So maybe that part had been worse...he wasn't even sure now.
"Gordo?" Lizzie asked softly, "Is something wrong?" she touched his arm gently.
He looked over, and smiled, "Nah, just remembering some stuff, that's all."
"So...tell me about Isabella." Lizzie changed the subject.
"What's to tell?" he asked.
"Well, I mean, meeting her and stuff, how did you find her anyway?"
"Well, I was at the airport..."
Gordo sighed, his pass-port clutched tightly in his hand, he waited for the line in front of him to move.
FLASH! A blinding bulb went off on the other side of the airport. He spotted a young woman, with long dark hair, entering through the sliding glass doors.
Gordo did a double take; she looked a whole lot like someone he knew...
"Signore?" Came a voice, it was the blonde woman, verifying pass-ports.
She gave it the once over before stamping it, but Gordo was distracted...he couldn't get on that plane.
He ran. Faster than he'd ever ran in his life, flying around a corner, spotting the woman, half-a-dozen people around her. She was holding a magazine...the very same tabloid that Gordo had brought for Lizzie. She kept waving it urgently in people's faces, shouting in Italian.
He tried to run through the many body-guards surrounding her, but they weren't about to let him in.
Well if he couldn't get through, he'd go under.
"Do you know 'o this is?" He heard her demand in English, "'O is this girl? Can someone please tell me 'o this is!?"
"I can!" Gordo cried from his place on the ground, "That's my friend, Lizzie McGuir-OH!"
He was yanked out from between the many pairs of legs, and stood up.
"Let 'im go! Let 'im go!" he heard the young woman shout, the Air-port security guards, let off their tight grip on his cotton shirt.
"I demand that you tell me everything you know about thiz, thiz...Lizzie McGuire!" She stabbed a finger at Lizzie's blonde face on the magazine cover.
"And I demand for you to tell me everything you know about this, Paulo Valasarri." Gordo replied, waving a finger at the back of Paulo's head, his perfect, dark black hair lying neat as a pin.
"I left 'im, and all my thoughts of 'im on the island." She replied disgustedly.
"Well you better get them back, because my friend is about to perform at the coliseum with him tonight."
"WHAT!" There was a flash of light, as cameras started clicking near them. She grabbed him by the shirt collar. "We must talk in private, now."
--
"And that was it?" Lizzie asked.
Gordo nodded.
"Wow," she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Lizzie was dieing to ask him something, but she kept her mouth shut.
"Something wrong?" he asked.
"It's just..." she paused.
"What?"
"Well, didn't you say once that you liked the 'sophisticated European' types?" She glanced over.
"Yeah...Lizzie that was a long time ago, when you were still trying to swoon Ethan...I mean...okay...where are you taking this?"
"Well, didn't you also think that I should be more self-confident, and Isabella RADIATED self-confidence. She's foreign, she has an accent, she's rich... She's everything you'd ever want."
Lizzie trailed off, staring at her lap.
"You're right...what was I thinking!" Gordo cried, "I better go tell the pilot to turn this thing around!" he started to get up, and Lizzie looked at him, horrified.
He began to laugh hysterically, before sitting back down in his seat.
"GORDO THAT'S NOT FUNNY!" Lizzie yelled, smacking him upside the head with her pillow.
After a few moments he calmed down, and reaching over he touched her chin, "Lizzie, the reason I didn't pick her, was because she wasn't you. I love YOU, not Isabella. Sure you might have looked alike, but you, Lizzie McGuire, are the girl of my dreams, and you have been for quite sometime."
She smiled, "Aww, Gordo really?"
"Yeah. 'Sides, you're a better kisser."
"Really?" she laughed, and then her eyes grew large, "YOU KISSED HER!" Lizzie boomed.
He started to laugh again.
"I don't know why I love you!" she cried.
--
Paulo disappeared onto the other side of the stage, looking back at her, with a re-assuring smile.
"Lizzie!" she heard someone from behind call her name, and she spun around,
"Gordo!" she cried, flinging her arms around his shoulders.
He caught her in a half-unbalanced hug, his hands holding onto her bare back, arms wrapped around his neck, head buried in his shoulder. Under any other circumstances he wouldn't have minded, but right now this was an emergency.
"Lizzie, no, not now I need to tell you something..." he began.
"And I need to tell you something. Gordo I'm so sorry! I completely messed up your whole life, and what are you doing here anyway?" she was so high on the excitement, first of the press outside on the red-carpet, and now seeing her best friend back and in the flesh.
"All of that doesn't matter right now, what matters is that Paulo's setting you up."
"What? Gordo what are you talking about?" Lizzie was shocked that he would make such an accusation; After all Paulo was so good, and sweet...
"No, actually, he's setting ME up." Came a thick Italian accent.
Lizzie's jaw dropped, the girl in front of her was her twin, complete with nose, eyes, lips, cheeks and teeth. She even had the same height, shape...
"Freaky, huh?" asked Gordo.
"Way freaky," whispered Lizzie.
"Way, WAY freaky." Isabella repeated.
"Look, Lizzie that whole story, about the serious music and a newer career, that's ISABELLA'S story, Paulo's the one who lip-synchs."
"Paulo's setting it up so that you'll make a fool of yourself tonight, and ruin my career." Isabella spat out the word 'Paulo' like it tasted badly.
"What?" Lizzie stared, horrified, "Paulo would NEVER do this to me."
"But he IS, Lizzie." Gordo shook his head, "This whole thing has been a giant scam."
"I-I don't believe you." Lizzie answered, why was Gordo lying like this??
"Lizzie, 'o are you going to believe?" Isabella demanded, "This boy," she pointed at Gordo, "that you've know you're 'ole life, or 'IM, who says..." she paused, "Who says, 'You shine like the light from the sun'?"
Lizzie looked across the stage, to where Paulo was being fussed over by numerous make-up and clothing assistants, a well dressed Sergei standing next to him.
Paulo smiled at her, and gave a little wave.
Oh my God...they were right...they were completely right...he didn't love her...it was all a scheme...he'd only been using her...to take care of his own selfish needs.
"Okay," she felt like crying, "You're here now, so, so go sing."
"But I am not blonde!" Isabella cried, exasperatedly. "Paulo will find out, and make an excuse to leave."
"So what do we do?" asked Lizzie.
"The only way we can get back at Paulo, is to make him sing, and REALLY sing." Isabella answered, a glint of anger in her eyes.
"But how?"
"Isabella!" It was her dressing-assistant, he was tugging at her arm, yelling at her in Italian.
Isabella smiled, "I have a plan, but go, go get dressed, and don't worry! I'll take care of everything."
Lizzie nervously nodded as she was pulled away to another wing, to get changed.
"So...what's the plan?" asked Gordo.
"I don't know."
Isabella shook her head, trying to think...and then suddenly smiled, rounding the corner to the sound board.
"Did Paulo bring a sound-track for me tonight?" she demanded.
"No, he says you are going to sing like you always do." The man who was in charge of the board answered, looking confused.
"Turn down Isabella's mic." She cried.
"What?"
"TURN DOWN THE MIC!"
The song had already started, and Paulo's crystal clear voice echoed through the spacious coliseum.
"Have you ever seen such a beautiful night?"
Lizzie was shaking, but opened her mouth to lip synch, just like Paulo had taught her...
Isabella put on a head-set and just as Lizzie's part started, she began to sing.
"I could almost kiss the stars, for shining so bright." Lizzie breathed a little easier, thank you Isabella!
Paulo looked flabbergasted, but he continued singing, "Then I see you smile and I go..." but just then Paulo's mic was turned completely off, and his 'oh, oh ohs' were very off key.
Isabella walked onto stage, with brisk confidence, and the crowd erupted joyfully.
"I would never want to miss this...Sing to me Paulo," she demanded.
Gordo covered his ears, "CaUssse Innnn my HeARt I KnoW what tHiS ISSssSSSSsss."
Outraged, the large audience began screaming, Paulo, completely embarrassed, bolted off stage, leaving Isabella and Lizzie alone.
"Okay..."whispered Lizzie, starting to head of stage, the silverish-purple dress rustling lightly as she went.
"I would like all of you to meet my new American friend, LIZZIE MCGUIRE!" cried Isabella as the crowd roared with cheers. "Would you like to hear her sing?" she asked and there came more deafening applause.
The music started up, a faster, poppier version.
"Have you ever seen such a beautiful night?" Isabella sang, she nodded at Lizzie, and meekly at first, but soon her voice grew louder,
"I could almost kiss the stars for shining so bright."
Lizzie didn't have the world's greatest voice, but she sang right along with Isabella, their soprano voices intertwining, filling the giant theatre.
But half way through Isabella turned and left the stage, leaving Lizzie alone, staring at the vast crowd.
She froze, her heart beating so loud she couldn't breathe, Lizzie turned, attempting to flee, the layers of her dress rustling, she looked just like Cinderella, running from the ball.
Gordo appeared off the wing, "STAY!" he mouthed, holding his hands up, "Go! Sing! You CAN do this."
Inspired by Gordo's faith in her, Lizzie took a breath; she turned around, "Have you ever wondered what life is about? You could travel the world and never figure it out! You don't have to sail the oceans...No, No, Nooo." Lizzie looked over, "Happiness is no mystery it's here and now, it's you and me."
He glanced out into the audience, the McGuires, Kate, Ethan, Ungermeyer and many of the others from the class trip were filling into the seats, moving in time to the music.
"Then I see you smile," Lizzie caught his eye, and grinned widely, "And I go, OH, OH, OH!"
He laughed, he'd felt like that for a long time...was she finally seeing him as something else? As the guy who would always be there for her, and not just as the best friend...but as so much more?
"Hey now, hey now! This is what dreams are made of! Hey now, hey now, This is what dreams are made of, I've got somewhere I belong..." Her eyes darted over, and for a second she got lost in those pools of deep blue, "I've got somebody to love..."
Yeah...maybe she did.
--
Something brushed his arm, snapping Gordo out of the memory, and there was Lizzie, sound asleep, again, on his shoulder.
He rested his head on top of hers,
~*~Happiness is no mystery, it's here and now... It's you and Me~*~
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Well there you go.
Short little fic I guess.
*sigh*
Jenny
Disclaimer: I don't own Lizzie McGuire...do wish I owned Adam though...
Chapter 3: Happiness is no Mystery
--
Yeah that part of the trip had been devastating...he sighed and glanced over, her light eyes fluttered open, and she looked up and smiled.
"How long have I been sleeping?" Lizzie asked groggily, lifting her head of his shoulder, and leaning back in her seat.
"For about..." he glanced at his watch, "three hours."
"Wow...and I'm still sleepy." She looked away, saw her parents sitting a few seats back, Matt squished in between them, looking miserable. Lizzie looked back at Gordo, he wasn't staring at her, or giving her googley eyes, he was looking at her they way he always did. But she noticed that there was something different. There was a love in his eyes she should have seen a million times before. But she was too stupid, too blind...too shallow to realize it.
He looked away for a minute, out the window, the morning after those fire- works, she was hiding underneath of a rolling tray, and he was left to cover for her...again.
"Alright everyone!" barked Ungermeyer, "Let's head out!" But she stopped, "Hold up. Gotta get these apricots up to McGuire."
Well Gordon, think fast, he thought, and dived in front of his future- principal.
"Yes, Mr. Gordon?" She asked sharply.
"Uh...I was just thinking; I'm starting to agree with Ethan. We should definitely eat more spaghetti."
"YOU ROCK MAN!" Ethan cried, punching the air with his fist.
"Gordon is there something up there that you don't want me to see?" she demanded.
"No, no, it's just-well, shouldn't we be going? I mean so much Roma, so little 'Tima'" He tapped his watch.
Ungermeyer raised an eyebrow, "Gordon, go wait with the group." She went to move foreword, but he got in here way, she went to go around him, but suddenly he was there again, "You know," she began, still trying to outsmart Gordo's quick moves, "When I get up stairs..." she finally zoomed around him, "And I will, get upstairs," she walked into the elevator, jauntily, "I except to find Miss McGuire in her bed."
Gordo dashed to the elevator doors, "She could be...in.the bathroom...or...something."
"You know what I think?" cried Ungermeyer in disgust, "I think this was all a clever ruse to sneak out of this hotel!"
A thought popped into Gordo's mind. "Yeah...it was." He turned away, and stared at the ground, forcing his face to look guilty.
"It was?" Hah...wow she was right!
"Yeah...it's just...Lizzie and I were talking about adventure...and I dunno. But look...Lizzie's upstairs, I'm the one who's been sneaking out."
Ethan opened his mouth to say something, but Kate shook her head, eyes wide with fear...and realization.
"You know what this means Gordon?" Ungermeyer asked, without a hint of pity in her voice.
"That...I...shouldn't look to you for a college recommendation?" He answered, jokingly hitting her shoulder.
"No...You should start looking for your suitcase, you're going home." She replied, looking very serious.
Gordo's face fell, and staring at his feet, he went into the elevator sullenly. Miss Ungermeyer closed the second set of double doors, and Gordo hit a button for the first floor.
"Pegged you from the beginning, David Gordon, sneaky little brownnoser with a hidden agenda."
First Lizzie falls in love with some guy, and then I get sent thousands of miles away from her, he thought bitterly, leaning against the glass doors, dieing inside.
"Love lifts up where we belong." Ethan whispered softly, as the class left a depressed Gordo behind to gather his things, for a long flight home.
--
So maybe that part had been worse...he wasn't even sure now.
"Gordo?" Lizzie asked softly, "Is something wrong?" she touched his arm gently.
He looked over, and smiled, "Nah, just remembering some stuff, that's all."
"So...tell me about Isabella." Lizzie changed the subject.
"What's to tell?" he asked.
"Well, I mean, meeting her and stuff, how did you find her anyway?"
"Well, I was at the airport..."
Gordo sighed, his pass-port clutched tightly in his hand, he waited for the line in front of him to move.
FLASH! A blinding bulb went off on the other side of the airport. He spotted a young woman, with long dark hair, entering through the sliding glass doors.
Gordo did a double take; she looked a whole lot like someone he knew...
"Signore?" Came a voice, it was the blonde woman, verifying pass-ports.
She gave it the once over before stamping it, but Gordo was distracted...he couldn't get on that plane.
He ran. Faster than he'd ever ran in his life, flying around a corner, spotting the woman, half-a-dozen people around her. She was holding a magazine...the very same tabloid that Gordo had brought for Lizzie. She kept waving it urgently in people's faces, shouting in Italian.
He tried to run through the many body-guards surrounding her, but they weren't about to let him in.
Well if he couldn't get through, he'd go under.
"Do you know 'o this is?" He heard her demand in English, "'O is this girl? Can someone please tell me 'o this is!?"
"I can!" Gordo cried from his place on the ground, "That's my friend, Lizzie McGuir-OH!"
He was yanked out from between the many pairs of legs, and stood up.
"Let 'im go! Let 'im go!" he heard the young woman shout, the Air-port security guards, let off their tight grip on his cotton shirt.
"I demand that you tell me everything you know about thiz, thiz...Lizzie McGuire!" She stabbed a finger at Lizzie's blonde face on the magazine cover.
"And I demand for you to tell me everything you know about this, Paulo Valasarri." Gordo replied, waving a finger at the back of Paulo's head, his perfect, dark black hair lying neat as a pin.
"I left 'im, and all my thoughts of 'im on the island." She replied disgustedly.
"Well you better get them back, because my friend is about to perform at the coliseum with him tonight."
"WHAT!" There was a flash of light, as cameras started clicking near them. She grabbed him by the shirt collar. "We must talk in private, now."
--
"And that was it?" Lizzie asked.
Gordo nodded.
"Wow," she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Lizzie was dieing to ask him something, but she kept her mouth shut.
"Something wrong?" he asked.
"It's just..." she paused.
"What?"
"Well, didn't you say once that you liked the 'sophisticated European' types?" She glanced over.
"Yeah...Lizzie that was a long time ago, when you were still trying to swoon Ethan...I mean...okay...where are you taking this?"
"Well, didn't you also think that I should be more self-confident, and Isabella RADIATED self-confidence. She's foreign, she has an accent, she's rich... She's everything you'd ever want."
Lizzie trailed off, staring at her lap.
"You're right...what was I thinking!" Gordo cried, "I better go tell the pilot to turn this thing around!" he started to get up, and Lizzie looked at him, horrified.
He began to laugh hysterically, before sitting back down in his seat.
"GORDO THAT'S NOT FUNNY!" Lizzie yelled, smacking him upside the head with her pillow.
After a few moments he calmed down, and reaching over he touched her chin, "Lizzie, the reason I didn't pick her, was because she wasn't you. I love YOU, not Isabella. Sure you might have looked alike, but you, Lizzie McGuire, are the girl of my dreams, and you have been for quite sometime."
She smiled, "Aww, Gordo really?"
"Yeah. 'Sides, you're a better kisser."
"Really?" she laughed, and then her eyes grew large, "YOU KISSED HER!" Lizzie boomed.
He started to laugh again.
"I don't know why I love you!" she cried.
--
Paulo disappeared onto the other side of the stage, looking back at her, with a re-assuring smile.
"Lizzie!" she heard someone from behind call her name, and she spun around,
"Gordo!" she cried, flinging her arms around his shoulders.
He caught her in a half-unbalanced hug, his hands holding onto her bare back, arms wrapped around his neck, head buried in his shoulder. Under any other circumstances he wouldn't have minded, but right now this was an emergency.
"Lizzie, no, not now I need to tell you something..." he began.
"And I need to tell you something. Gordo I'm so sorry! I completely messed up your whole life, and what are you doing here anyway?" she was so high on the excitement, first of the press outside on the red-carpet, and now seeing her best friend back and in the flesh.
"All of that doesn't matter right now, what matters is that Paulo's setting you up."
"What? Gordo what are you talking about?" Lizzie was shocked that he would make such an accusation; After all Paulo was so good, and sweet...
"No, actually, he's setting ME up." Came a thick Italian accent.
Lizzie's jaw dropped, the girl in front of her was her twin, complete with nose, eyes, lips, cheeks and teeth. She even had the same height, shape...
"Freaky, huh?" asked Gordo.
"Way freaky," whispered Lizzie.
"Way, WAY freaky." Isabella repeated.
"Look, Lizzie that whole story, about the serious music and a newer career, that's ISABELLA'S story, Paulo's the one who lip-synchs."
"Paulo's setting it up so that you'll make a fool of yourself tonight, and ruin my career." Isabella spat out the word 'Paulo' like it tasted badly.
"What?" Lizzie stared, horrified, "Paulo would NEVER do this to me."
"But he IS, Lizzie." Gordo shook his head, "This whole thing has been a giant scam."
"I-I don't believe you." Lizzie answered, why was Gordo lying like this??
"Lizzie, 'o are you going to believe?" Isabella demanded, "This boy," she pointed at Gordo, "that you've know you're 'ole life, or 'IM, who says..." she paused, "Who says, 'You shine like the light from the sun'?"
Lizzie looked across the stage, to where Paulo was being fussed over by numerous make-up and clothing assistants, a well dressed Sergei standing next to him.
Paulo smiled at her, and gave a little wave.
Oh my God...they were right...they were completely right...he didn't love her...it was all a scheme...he'd only been using her...to take care of his own selfish needs.
"Okay," she felt like crying, "You're here now, so, so go sing."
"But I am not blonde!" Isabella cried, exasperatedly. "Paulo will find out, and make an excuse to leave."
"So what do we do?" asked Lizzie.
"The only way we can get back at Paulo, is to make him sing, and REALLY sing." Isabella answered, a glint of anger in her eyes.
"But how?"
"Isabella!" It was her dressing-assistant, he was tugging at her arm, yelling at her in Italian.
Isabella smiled, "I have a plan, but go, go get dressed, and don't worry! I'll take care of everything."
Lizzie nervously nodded as she was pulled away to another wing, to get changed.
"So...what's the plan?" asked Gordo.
"I don't know."
Isabella shook her head, trying to think...and then suddenly smiled, rounding the corner to the sound board.
"Did Paulo bring a sound-track for me tonight?" she demanded.
"No, he says you are going to sing like you always do." The man who was in charge of the board answered, looking confused.
"Turn down Isabella's mic." She cried.
"What?"
"TURN DOWN THE MIC!"
The song had already started, and Paulo's crystal clear voice echoed through the spacious coliseum.
"Have you ever seen such a beautiful night?"
Lizzie was shaking, but opened her mouth to lip synch, just like Paulo had taught her...
Isabella put on a head-set and just as Lizzie's part started, she began to sing.
"I could almost kiss the stars, for shining so bright." Lizzie breathed a little easier, thank you Isabella!
Paulo looked flabbergasted, but he continued singing, "Then I see you smile and I go..." but just then Paulo's mic was turned completely off, and his 'oh, oh ohs' were very off key.
Isabella walked onto stage, with brisk confidence, and the crowd erupted joyfully.
"I would never want to miss this...Sing to me Paulo," she demanded.
Gordo covered his ears, "CaUssse Innnn my HeARt I KnoW what tHiS ISSssSSSSsss."
Outraged, the large audience began screaming, Paulo, completely embarrassed, bolted off stage, leaving Isabella and Lizzie alone.
"Okay..."whispered Lizzie, starting to head of stage, the silverish-purple dress rustling lightly as she went.
"I would like all of you to meet my new American friend, LIZZIE MCGUIRE!" cried Isabella as the crowd roared with cheers. "Would you like to hear her sing?" she asked and there came more deafening applause.
The music started up, a faster, poppier version.
"Have you ever seen such a beautiful night?" Isabella sang, she nodded at Lizzie, and meekly at first, but soon her voice grew louder,
"I could almost kiss the stars for shining so bright."
Lizzie didn't have the world's greatest voice, but she sang right along with Isabella, their soprano voices intertwining, filling the giant theatre.
But half way through Isabella turned and left the stage, leaving Lizzie alone, staring at the vast crowd.
She froze, her heart beating so loud she couldn't breathe, Lizzie turned, attempting to flee, the layers of her dress rustling, she looked just like Cinderella, running from the ball.
Gordo appeared off the wing, "STAY!" he mouthed, holding his hands up, "Go! Sing! You CAN do this."
Inspired by Gordo's faith in her, Lizzie took a breath; she turned around, "Have you ever wondered what life is about? You could travel the world and never figure it out! You don't have to sail the oceans...No, No, Nooo." Lizzie looked over, "Happiness is no mystery it's here and now, it's you and me."
He glanced out into the audience, the McGuires, Kate, Ethan, Ungermeyer and many of the others from the class trip were filling into the seats, moving in time to the music.
"Then I see you smile," Lizzie caught his eye, and grinned widely, "And I go, OH, OH, OH!"
He laughed, he'd felt like that for a long time...was she finally seeing him as something else? As the guy who would always be there for her, and not just as the best friend...but as so much more?
"Hey now, hey now! This is what dreams are made of! Hey now, hey now, This is what dreams are made of, I've got somewhere I belong..." Her eyes darted over, and for a second she got lost in those pools of deep blue, "I've got somebody to love..."
Yeah...maybe she did.
--
Something brushed his arm, snapping Gordo out of the memory, and there was Lizzie, sound asleep, again, on his shoulder.
He rested his head on top of hers,
~*~Happiness is no mystery, it's here and now... It's you and Me~*~
--
Well there you go.
Short little fic I guess.
*sigh*
Jenny