A/N: Hey, hey! This is my first Lizzie McGuire story, so please, if you have any questions, comments or just out right complaints, let me know so I can make the next one better :D Btw, I know the characters aren't exactly how they are, I tried to keep it as close to character as possible, but I think I strayed quite a lot. Forgive me.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters from the show, and the beginning bit of dialog is taken directly from the episode 'Clue-less'. I hope I've done it justice, because that is one awesome episode!
Reviews: Are a must and are begged for frequently. Please, I need help with this one. No flames, it's hurts my fragile heart ;)
Distribution: If you want it, you can have it. Don't know why though. Just ask me first and tell me where it's going.
Pairing: Lizzie/Gordo
Summery: What would have happened at the end of Clue-less if Sam had never interrupted? Lizzie POV ________________________________________________________________________________
'What Could Have Been'
As Gordo and I walked outside, away from the bright lights and high strung hecticness that is my life, I realised something; for all of our talks, all of our discussions of things both important and not, the porch outside my front door had never been used by us as a talk spot. For all its good uses, it had been stored away. Well, it was certainly being used now.
I closed the front door softly, a first step. A first step to what, I had no idea. The only thing I knew for sure, was that just like the different location, this was going to be a different talk for the both of us. I realised only then how important that was to me.
'Okay, it's important, but why is it important?' Ah, good question, there were two theories on this one. Number one was that Gordo liked me, and he had come out here to tell me, but I could never like him as more than a friend, because I really never saw him as anything but that. Theory number two, was that Gordo liked me, and he was coming out to tell me, but then I told him I liked him back, as more than a friend, because I did like him as more than a friend, and it was time to tell him too.
Through both theories, only one thing was common, Gordo liked me, but how could I be so sure? There had never been hints, well, one, that being the fact that Kate Sanders had just out right told me. But then, it was Kate, her biggest goal in life was to make me miserable, and what better way than this? Still, I had to know.
But, how exactly do you come about a topic as delicate as this? One wrong move, one wrong word, could end this friendship in one of two ways. In one way it could make it stronger, more than a friendship, and in the other, the friendship could be gone forever, nothing more, nothing less.
I was gambling a lot, but, as I said, I needed to know.
"So," I started uncertainly. "Congratulations old chap." I laughed at my own stupidity, covering up my lame joke. At least Gordo seemed to find it funny.
"Yeah, you did really well too." Was that just me, or was that a blush I saw rising in his cheeks?
"Well, you were the one everyone was talking about. I mean, people notice you."
I'm not so sure myself, but I think that was a flirt. Ergh, flirting with your best friend - who, granted, you might like as more than that - was really hard, and kinda weird.
A half smile appeared on Gordo's face for all of a second, almost as if....nah. Not even Gordo's smart enough to pick up my not-a-flirt. But, if he did, was he smiling because he liked it?
But just as quickly as it came; that undeniably cute smile fled his face, and he became serious Mr. Gordo once again.
"Yeah well, I-I shouldn't care what people think, it's not that important."
Oh yeah, same old Gordo, at least I can always rely on him to keep it constant.
"Well, you impressed me." Oh yeah, -that- was a flirt, he was bound to pick up on that one. I smiled slightly as his features took on a look of unlike any that I had seen before on him. It was so new, I didn't even have a name for it. All I know, was that I liked it.
And that scared me more than just a little. If I like him as much as I seem too right now, how is it that I never noticed?
"I did?! Great!" Gordo's voice pulls me out of my thoughts. He has a sort of tone of disbelief and happiness in his voice; a smile is plastered on his face.
But it's gone as soon as it came, seems he realised how he sounded. I don't care though, I think it's cute.
"I mean, you're my best friend, why wouldn't I want to impress you?" Gotta admit, he's good at the cover up.
"And, you were very impressive too, you know, with the...." He's paused for a bit, staring at his hands; which were shaking, I realise. He's nervous.
"With the stuff." Ok, so he ended that lamely, but, hey, it doesn't take a detective to figure this one out. Kate's right, Gordo likes me. Question is, do I like him back?
"So, I impress you, and you impress me. It's all good." I give him a smile, more than friendly smile.
A second step, and to what, I think I'm finally figuring out.
"Yeah, all systems go." He was so quiet; I had to strain to hear him.
Before I can say anything, I realise Gordo's moving closer to me, taking a few steps forward, slowly, but enough for me to notice.
"You know Lizzie, maybe sometime we could, you know....."
Well, I have a good idea, but it would be helpful if you told me.
"Maybe sometime we could, what?" I prompt, putting my thoughts into words.
I don't even realise I'm moving forward also until I'm just a few inches away from him.
"Well, see, the thing is...." he trails off, he's really nervous now. I kinda am too, anticipating what he'll say next.
"Gordo, what?" I ask after a little bit of waiting; the anticipation is killing me now.
He seems to be having an internal battle with himself right now, almost as if he's trying to decide on what to tell me. Or if he'll tell me at all, at the rate this is going.
"You know, maybe we could, ah, go out, sometime?"
"Gordo," I begin with slight amusement. "We go out every day."
Gordo quickly shook his head, the curls that had been getting longer each day bouncing around his face.
"No Lizzie, that's not what I meant." He's closer now, real close, really, really close. I can feel his breath on my face, hot and sweet, just like him.
OH MY GOD!! Did I just say Gordo is hot?! I did! I really did!
Well, I guess that answers my earlier question of 'do I like him back'.
"Look, Lizzie, I wanted to know if you'd, you know, go out with me, on a.... on a date."
I gasp as he finally says the words. I was half expecting this, but hearing him say it out loud was a real shock.
Gordo notices my reaction, and he must think I don't like the idea, because he quickly ducks his head, not looking at me. I find myself sighing internally at the loss of his gorgeous blue eyes. How had I never noticed how perfect they were? I must really have been blind.
"You know what, forget it, I-I didn't mean it," he assures me quickly.
"No! I mean, no, I won't forget it. Gordo, I," I paused, what do I say to that? Yes, no, maybe? It's so complicated. But... no, it's not. It's easy; I realise that now.
"I'd love too." And with those three words, a smile unlike any I have ever seen is brought to his decidedly handsome features. I feel one just like it tug at my lips, and I let the smile spread through my face.
"Y-you mean it?" He asks quietly, the smile never leaving his face.
I nod at him, unable to do much more. I can't believe it, all the times I've seen him smile, seen his eyes, and I've never noticed before how gorgeous it makes him look, or how good it makes me feel inside to know he's directing that smile at me.
A third step, my eyes are clear now, I see what's been in front of me for so long now. My best friend. And I never even noticed. Until now
"Lizzie, I want to say something else. I like you, Lizzie. I like you a lot. An-and not just as a friend." He adds the last bit as a sort of after thought, just in case I don't get his message. But I do, loud and clear.
"I-I like you too," I test the words out for the first time, surprised at how easy it is.
"I like you too, Gordo," I say with a little more confidence. If possible, his smile grows even larger, stretching from ear to ear.
Before I know it, he's leaning into me, but so slowly, almost as if time itself has slowed down.
I close me eyes softly in anticipation, but the kiss I thought would be delivered to my lips never comes. I open my eyes to see my best friend staring at me funny. I have no idea what he's thinking, but I feel so foolish for looking so obvious before. Now it's my turn to duck my head in embarrassment.
"I-I'll see you, tomorrow? I'll uh, meet you here, five-ish?" What, is he insane? Why isn't he doing anything? I can practically see the words 'kiss me' burned into my forehead, and still, he's not doing anything about it.
"Yeah, five sounds good." I'm not sure how I managed to keep my voice calm, but wow, I did a good job.
And all of a sudden, my best friend is walking away from me, again slowly, oh so slowly.
I sigh as I watch him leave. We can't just end it like that, can we? I feel like there is more to add.
"Gordo," I call out suddenly, unbidden, like my mouth had a mind of its own.
He turns around and I'm glad I at least got his attention. Well, who wouldn't turn at the desperation in my voice?
"Wait. I-I want to...." I trail off, not exactly sure what I want to do. Since when did I ever not know what to say to my best friend? Oh yeah, since I realised I liked him.
He's walking back to me again, and I find I am meeting him halfway.
Before I can even try to stop myself, I brush my lips tentatively against his. A test kiss, to see if anything is there. And boy, there is. I feel an electric charge pass through my entire body starting from where our lips touched. I've never felt this before.
And maybe I wasn't supposed to, at least, not with anyone else.
How many steps is that now? Oh, yeah, four steps.
Care to make it a fifth, Ms McGuire? I ask myself. I'm not that surprised to find myself answering yes.
"I lean in again. I didn't even see his reaction my last kiss. I don't know what he's thinking, or feeling. I understand a little though when I feel his arms come to wrap around my waist, holding me tightly. This is nice. This is good. This is fantastic. And with Gordo, who would have thought?
Everyone at school, apparently.
For the millionth time that night, I find myself asking why I hadn't seen this before. I had been blind to something that had been staring my in my face for as long as I can remember.
I tighten my arms around my best friend's - and now possibly more than that - neck, leaning in closer as we continue to kiss each other. The kiss is sweet and soft, just how a kiss should be.
Oh well, I think, better late than never.
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A/N: Well, there you go, I know, not much, but hey, I tried. As I said above, any comments you'd like to make, feel free too, but as mentioned, no flames, they hurt my feelings :( Anyway, thanks for reading, and God bless!
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters from the show, and the beginning bit of dialog is taken directly from the episode 'Clue-less'. I hope I've done it justice, because that is one awesome episode!
Reviews: Are a must and are begged for frequently. Please, I need help with this one. No flames, it's hurts my fragile heart ;)
Distribution: If you want it, you can have it. Don't know why though. Just ask me first and tell me where it's going.
Pairing: Lizzie/Gordo
Summery: What would have happened at the end of Clue-less if Sam had never interrupted? Lizzie POV ________________________________________________________________________________
'What Could Have Been'
As Gordo and I walked outside, away from the bright lights and high strung hecticness that is my life, I realised something; for all of our talks, all of our discussions of things both important and not, the porch outside my front door had never been used by us as a talk spot. For all its good uses, it had been stored away. Well, it was certainly being used now.
I closed the front door softly, a first step. A first step to what, I had no idea. The only thing I knew for sure, was that just like the different location, this was going to be a different talk for the both of us. I realised only then how important that was to me.
'Okay, it's important, but why is it important?' Ah, good question, there were two theories on this one. Number one was that Gordo liked me, and he had come out here to tell me, but I could never like him as more than a friend, because I really never saw him as anything but that. Theory number two, was that Gordo liked me, and he was coming out to tell me, but then I told him I liked him back, as more than a friend, because I did like him as more than a friend, and it was time to tell him too.
Through both theories, only one thing was common, Gordo liked me, but how could I be so sure? There had never been hints, well, one, that being the fact that Kate Sanders had just out right told me. But then, it was Kate, her biggest goal in life was to make me miserable, and what better way than this? Still, I had to know.
But, how exactly do you come about a topic as delicate as this? One wrong move, one wrong word, could end this friendship in one of two ways. In one way it could make it stronger, more than a friendship, and in the other, the friendship could be gone forever, nothing more, nothing less.
I was gambling a lot, but, as I said, I needed to know.
"So," I started uncertainly. "Congratulations old chap." I laughed at my own stupidity, covering up my lame joke. At least Gordo seemed to find it funny.
"Yeah, you did really well too." Was that just me, or was that a blush I saw rising in his cheeks?
"Well, you were the one everyone was talking about. I mean, people notice you."
I'm not so sure myself, but I think that was a flirt. Ergh, flirting with your best friend - who, granted, you might like as more than that - was really hard, and kinda weird.
A half smile appeared on Gordo's face for all of a second, almost as if....nah. Not even Gordo's smart enough to pick up my not-a-flirt. But, if he did, was he smiling because he liked it?
But just as quickly as it came; that undeniably cute smile fled his face, and he became serious Mr. Gordo once again.
"Yeah well, I-I shouldn't care what people think, it's not that important."
Oh yeah, same old Gordo, at least I can always rely on him to keep it constant.
"Well, you impressed me." Oh yeah, -that- was a flirt, he was bound to pick up on that one. I smiled slightly as his features took on a look of unlike any that I had seen before on him. It was so new, I didn't even have a name for it. All I know, was that I liked it.
And that scared me more than just a little. If I like him as much as I seem too right now, how is it that I never noticed?
"I did?! Great!" Gordo's voice pulls me out of my thoughts. He has a sort of tone of disbelief and happiness in his voice; a smile is plastered on his face.
But it's gone as soon as it came, seems he realised how he sounded. I don't care though, I think it's cute.
"I mean, you're my best friend, why wouldn't I want to impress you?" Gotta admit, he's good at the cover up.
"And, you were very impressive too, you know, with the...." He's paused for a bit, staring at his hands; which were shaking, I realise. He's nervous.
"With the stuff." Ok, so he ended that lamely, but, hey, it doesn't take a detective to figure this one out. Kate's right, Gordo likes me. Question is, do I like him back?
"So, I impress you, and you impress me. It's all good." I give him a smile, more than friendly smile.
A second step, and to what, I think I'm finally figuring out.
"Yeah, all systems go." He was so quiet; I had to strain to hear him.
Before I can say anything, I realise Gordo's moving closer to me, taking a few steps forward, slowly, but enough for me to notice.
"You know Lizzie, maybe sometime we could, you know....."
Well, I have a good idea, but it would be helpful if you told me.
"Maybe sometime we could, what?" I prompt, putting my thoughts into words.
I don't even realise I'm moving forward also until I'm just a few inches away from him.
"Well, see, the thing is...." he trails off, he's really nervous now. I kinda am too, anticipating what he'll say next.
"Gordo, what?" I ask after a little bit of waiting; the anticipation is killing me now.
He seems to be having an internal battle with himself right now, almost as if he's trying to decide on what to tell me. Or if he'll tell me at all, at the rate this is going.
"You know, maybe we could, ah, go out, sometime?"
"Gordo," I begin with slight amusement. "We go out every day."
Gordo quickly shook his head, the curls that had been getting longer each day bouncing around his face.
"No Lizzie, that's not what I meant." He's closer now, real close, really, really close. I can feel his breath on my face, hot and sweet, just like him.
OH MY GOD!! Did I just say Gordo is hot?! I did! I really did!
Well, I guess that answers my earlier question of 'do I like him back'.
"Look, Lizzie, I wanted to know if you'd, you know, go out with me, on a.... on a date."
I gasp as he finally says the words. I was half expecting this, but hearing him say it out loud was a real shock.
Gordo notices my reaction, and he must think I don't like the idea, because he quickly ducks his head, not looking at me. I find myself sighing internally at the loss of his gorgeous blue eyes. How had I never noticed how perfect they were? I must really have been blind.
"You know what, forget it, I-I didn't mean it," he assures me quickly.
"No! I mean, no, I won't forget it. Gordo, I," I paused, what do I say to that? Yes, no, maybe? It's so complicated. But... no, it's not. It's easy; I realise that now.
"I'd love too." And with those three words, a smile unlike any I have ever seen is brought to his decidedly handsome features. I feel one just like it tug at my lips, and I let the smile spread through my face.
"Y-you mean it?" He asks quietly, the smile never leaving his face.
I nod at him, unable to do much more. I can't believe it, all the times I've seen him smile, seen his eyes, and I've never noticed before how gorgeous it makes him look, or how good it makes me feel inside to know he's directing that smile at me.
A third step, my eyes are clear now, I see what's been in front of me for so long now. My best friend. And I never even noticed. Until now
"Lizzie, I want to say something else. I like you, Lizzie. I like you a lot. An-and not just as a friend." He adds the last bit as a sort of after thought, just in case I don't get his message. But I do, loud and clear.
"I-I like you too," I test the words out for the first time, surprised at how easy it is.
"I like you too, Gordo," I say with a little more confidence. If possible, his smile grows even larger, stretching from ear to ear.
Before I know it, he's leaning into me, but so slowly, almost as if time itself has slowed down.
I close me eyes softly in anticipation, but the kiss I thought would be delivered to my lips never comes. I open my eyes to see my best friend staring at me funny. I have no idea what he's thinking, but I feel so foolish for looking so obvious before. Now it's my turn to duck my head in embarrassment.
"I-I'll see you, tomorrow? I'll uh, meet you here, five-ish?" What, is he insane? Why isn't he doing anything? I can practically see the words 'kiss me' burned into my forehead, and still, he's not doing anything about it.
"Yeah, five sounds good." I'm not sure how I managed to keep my voice calm, but wow, I did a good job.
And all of a sudden, my best friend is walking away from me, again slowly, oh so slowly.
I sigh as I watch him leave. We can't just end it like that, can we? I feel like there is more to add.
"Gordo," I call out suddenly, unbidden, like my mouth had a mind of its own.
He turns around and I'm glad I at least got his attention. Well, who wouldn't turn at the desperation in my voice?
"Wait. I-I want to...." I trail off, not exactly sure what I want to do. Since when did I ever not know what to say to my best friend? Oh yeah, since I realised I liked him.
He's walking back to me again, and I find I am meeting him halfway.
Before I can even try to stop myself, I brush my lips tentatively against his. A test kiss, to see if anything is there. And boy, there is. I feel an electric charge pass through my entire body starting from where our lips touched. I've never felt this before.
And maybe I wasn't supposed to, at least, not with anyone else.
How many steps is that now? Oh, yeah, four steps.
Care to make it a fifth, Ms McGuire? I ask myself. I'm not that surprised to find myself answering yes.
"I lean in again. I didn't even see his reaction my last kiss. I don't know what he's thinking, or feeling. I understand a little though when I feel his arms come to wrap around my waist, holding me tightly. This is nice. This is good. This is fantastic. And with Gordo, who would have thought?
Everyone at school, apparently.
For the millionth time that night, I find myself asking why I hadn't seen this before. I had been blind to something that had been staring my in my face for as long as I can remember.
I tighten my arms around my best friend's - and now possibly more than that - neck, leaning in closer as we continue to kiss each other. The kiss is sweet and soft, just how a kiss should be.
Oh well, I think, better late than never.
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A/N: Well, there you go, I know, not much, but hey, I tried. As I said above, any comments you'd like to make, feel free too, but as mentioned, no flames, they hurt my feelings :( Anyway, thanks for reading, and God bless!