Lizzie and Gordo got out of their car. Gordo grabbed their bags, and Lizzie
grabbed her purse. They walked through the garage and into the kitchen.
Gordo set the bags down and Lizzie put her purse on the dining room table.
They walked very quietly into the living room and sat down on the couch.
"I don't think anyone is here," Lizzie whispered.
"Then why are you whispering?" Gordo whispered, smiling.
"Why are you whispering?" Lizzie whispered back.
Gordo grinned and pulled Lizzie into a kiss. They kissed for a second and then reluctantly parted.
"God…I love you." Lizzie told him.
"I love you too." Gordo replied, and then he softly kissed her again.
"I can't believe you talked me into coming back here," Lizzie said, getting up and walking around the living room.
It had been 4 years since she had last sat in here, doing homework or watching TV, or even fighting with Matt. Her parents weren't home, but she knew they would be soon, and she hoped they'd be happy to see her. She ventured into the kitchen again and looked around. Everything was the same, and she liked it that way.
"Hey Gordo, let's go check out my room," Lizzie said, excitedly. "I wanna see if it's the same."
Gordo got up and followed her. Lizzie ran up the stairs two at a time. She was excited to see it. She stepped onto the landing and saw the familiar off-white door. She took a breath and put her hand on the doorknob. It was cold, but it still had that same feeling to it. She twisted the knob and swung the door open. Lizzie and Gordo stepped inside. Everything was the same, give or take some things. The drawers were still pulled out, and clothes were still hanging out of them. The closets were closed, and her bed was made. The curtains were pulled back and the sunlight was pouring in. Her clock radio was still intact, and there were still pictures of her family, her friends, and her on her dresser and nightstand. Her computer was dusty and the 'Lizzie' sticker she had put on when she was younger was starting to fade and peel.
"Wow, everything looks so different, but it also looks so much the same," Lizzie said, looking around again. "It's kind of eerie."
"Yeah, I haven't been here in a while." Gordo replied.
Lizzie went over and sat down on the bed. "I remember when you, Miranda, and I used to play cards here." She reminisced.
Gordo joined her. "So do I."
"Oh my gosh, remember that rhythmic gymnastics thing I did for a while? We were sitting her playing cards and eating popcorn after the meet. I had just won and you and Miranda had busted Kate and Tudgeman for trying to ruin my performance." She said.
"Yup, My documentary never worked out," He sighed, "I still have it though."
Lizzie got up and started to walk towards the door, "We better get downstairs. My parents might have a nasty shock when they walk in and see bags in their kitchen."
"Good point," Gordo agreed, and followed her down.
"I don't think anyone is here," Lizzie whispered.
"Then why are you whispering?" Gordo whispered, smiling.
"Why are you whispering?" Lizzie whispered back.
Gordo grinned and pulled Lizzie into a kiss. They kissed for a second and then reluctantly parted.
"God…I love you." Lizzie told him.
"I love you too." Gordo replied, and then he softly kissed her again.
"I can't believe you talked me into coming back here," Lizzie said, getting up and walking around the living room.
It had been 4 years since she had last sat in here, doing homework or watching TV, or even fighting with Matt. Her parents weren't home, but she knew they would be soon, and she hoped they'd be happy to see her. She ventured into the kitchen again and looked around. Everything was the same, and she liked it that way.
"Hey Gordo, let's go check out my room," Lizzie said, excitedly. "I wanna see if it's the same."
Gordo got up and followed her. Lizzie ran up the stairs two at a time. She was excited to see it. She stepped onto the landing and saw the familiar off-white door. She took a breath and put her hand on the doorknob. It was cold, but it still had that same feeling to it. She twisted the knob and swung the door open. Lizzie and Gordo stepped inside. Everything was the same, give or take some things. The drawers were still pulled out, and clothes were still hanging out of them. The closets were closed, and her bed was made. The curtains were pulled back and the sunlight was pouring in. Her clock radio was still intact, and there were still pictures of her family, her friends, and her on her dresser and nightstand. Her computer was dusty and the 'Lizzie' sticker she had put on when she was younger was starting to fade and peel.
"Wow, everything looks so different, but it also looks so much the same," Lizzie said, looking around again. "It's kind of eerie."
"Yeah, I haven't been here in a while." Gordo replied.
Lizzie went over and sat down on the bed. "I remember when you, Miranda, and I used to play cards here." She reminisced.
Gordo joined her. "So do I."
"Oh my gosh, remember that rhythmic gymnastics thing I did for a while? We were sitting her playing cards and eating popcorn after the meet. I had just won and you and Miranda had busted Kate and Tudgeman for trying to ruin my performance." She said.
"Yup, My documentary never worked out," He sighed, "I still have it though."
Lizzie got up and started to walk towards the door, "We better get downstairs. My parents might have a nasty shock when they walk in and see bags in their kitchen."
"Good point," Gordo agreed, and followed her down.