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More Than Friends

"It's getting kind of late, Lizzie," Gordo squeezed my shoulders gently. "I should probably head home."

"You're right," I said, glumly. "Maybe just five more minutes?" I blinked innocently at him, leaning closer.

"Five more minutes sounds reasonable," he closed the distance between us and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and his snaked around my waist. I pushed myself impossibly closer to him, deepening the kiss. He started stroking one hand gently up and down my spine, shooting goosebumps up my arm. I parted my lips and Gordo did too. Our tongues brushed and I shivered.

"EW!" I heard Matt exclaim and jumped nearly a foot, banging my head against Gordo's in the process.

"OW!" we both shouted, rubbing our foreheads.

"What on earth is going on in here kids?" dad asked, walking in from the foyer.

"Lizzie and Gordo were…" Matt sputtered, as mom walked into the room. "They were kissing!" He dramatically gagged and left the room. I felt my face blaze in embarrassment and stepped closer to Gordo, still rubbing my head. Dad looked stunned and mom…excited?

"Oh, kids!" mom beamed, gathering us into a hug. "That's wonderful!"

"It is?" dad asked, face turning more angry than surprised. Mom released us and went to grab dad's arm.

"Of course it is, Sam," she explained. "It's Gordo. He's smart and respectful and they've been friends forever. He's the perfect boyfriend for our little girl."

"Mom!" I covered my face, wishing the floor would swallow me whole.

"You kids don't stay up too late. We're just going to go upstairs and water the plants," mom said, shoving dad towards the stairs. I kept my hands on my face and turned towards Gordo. He rubbed my back and kissed my forehead. I peeked out at him from between my fingers.

"I understand if you don't want to go on that date after all," I told him, flopping down on the couch.

"I would go out with you if your parents were rodeo clowns and your brother was actually a monkey, Lizzie McGuire," he promised, sitting back down next to me.

"Gordo, why didn't you ever tell me you had a crush on me?" I whispered, studying his face.

"I'm no Ethan Craft," he answered, sounding dejected.

"Ethan Craft has incredible hair and has the tall thing going for him," I began. "But he's like talking to a brick wall, he doesn't know my favorite movie or color or song or animal. He doesn't stay up late with me talking about anything and everything. He doesn't try to make me smile when I'm crying and he sure as heck is not you."

"You're incredible, Lizzie," Gordo whispered, giving me a tender kiss.

"Mom said you can stay as long as you want," I ran my finger up and down his arm. "You up for another movie?"

"I can't say no to you," he answered, softly. We put in another tape and laid back on the couch together. I grabbed a throw blanket off the back of the couch and draped it over us. I rested my head on Gordo's shoulder and he held me snug against him. At some point, we both fell asleep.

~.~.~.~.~

I woke up to the shrill sound of the phone ringing. I jumped a little, but didn't get far since Gordo still had his arm wrapped around me.

"Gordo," I said, in a loud whisper. "I have to get the phone." He muttered something incoherrant but released me none-the-less. I glanced out the window before grabbing the phone; it was pitch black.

"Hello?" I answered, stifling a yawn.

"Lizzie?" the voice on the other end responded. "It's David's mom. Is he still at your house?"

"Oh my gosh!" I felt my eyes bulg out of my head. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Gordon! We were watching movies and we fell asleep."

"No, it's okay, Lizzie. I just wanted to make sure. It's dark out now so I don't want him walking home. Tell him to try and make it home for breakfast for me, please. Good night, Lizzie!"

"I will," I nearly sighed in relief. "Night, Mrs. Gordon."

"What time is it?" Gordo asked from the couch, sleep making his voice hoarse.

"Ummm," I shot a glance at the clock. "Midnight…"

"No wonder my mom called," he laughed a little. "Let me guess, 'Don't let him walk home in the dark, just be home for breakfast.'"

"Exactly," I moved quickly back to the couch and into his waiting arms. I squeezed his waist tightly, never wanting to let go.

"Did you get your schedule yet?" Gordo looked down at me. "School's a week from Monday."

"Ugh, don't remind me," I rolled my eyes, wishing I hadn't gotten myself grounded during the summer. "It came today but I haven't opened it yet."

"We need to compare classes, McGuire," he informed me so I sat up to grab it off the coffee table. I tore the envelope open and handed it to my best friend…I mean boyfriend. He glanced it over then handed it back to me with a sad smile.

"Good news or bad news first?"

"Good, please," I groaned, leaning my head against the back of the couch.

"We have lunch, health, and biology together," he told me, grinning.

"But that's it?" I asked, frowning.

"They put me in some kind of gifted programs for English, math and history," he explained.

"Gordo, I'm really gonna miss having all of our classes together but that's amazing. You deserve it," I hugged him tightly.

"Thanks, Lizzie," he whispered into my hair. "I'm really going to miss you too."

"I'm going to the mall with Miranda tomorrow. I need some girl time but can you meet us at the Digital Bean after? We lost too much of this summer together already," I leaned my forehead against his.

"Of course I'll be there," he answered, giving me a peck on the lips. "Around two?"

"Perfect," I responded, kissing him again. "Let's get some sleep." He nodded in agreement, laying back down and pulling me with him. I could get used to this. I fell asleep happily in Gordo's arms, listening to the sound of his heart.

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