THE NEXT MORNING 6:30 A.M.
The phone rings.
"Hey Lizzie. What's up?" I said.
"Well, I just woke up from a really great dream, Gordo. Why did you call so early?" Lizzie replied.
"Um, I don't know. I guess I just wanted to talk to you. I guess I just wanted to hear what you had to say."
"Say? About what?"
"I don't know. Anything."
"Gordo, is everything okay. Is there anything you want to tell me?"
"I don't know. I mean, there is something I want to tell you but I don't know if you really want to hear it."
"Just tell me."
"I can't. It's really too personal."
"Gordo, it can't be that bad if you originally thought of telling me."
"I know. But now, when I talk to you, it's not the same. I don't feel the same way about telling you as I did before."
"Sometimes you really confuse me Gordo."
"Sometimes I really confuse myself."
"Yeah, I guess. But seriously, are you sure you're feeling all right. I mean, ever since this school year started, you've seemed distant. Like, I don't know, you've got something serious on your mind."
"I guess you could say that's true."
"Gordo, I'm your best friend. Just tell me why you are so weird."
"I never really thought of myself as weird."
"You know what I mean!"
"Yeah. Lizzie, I know you like Ethan but have you ever had any other crushes."
"What are you implying?"
"Nothing. It's just that, I've been having these feelings. These strange feelings. They're not good or anything. Actually, they make me feel pretty weird. Pretty bad about myself."
"Gordo, you're scaring me now."
"Am I? Because I've been scaring myself a lot lately. Can you make me a promise? Can you promise me that no matter what happens, you won't hate me. You won't think that I'm weird or that I'm a freak because I really depend on what you have to say and what you think of me. I don't have very many friends and I value your friendship more than anyone's. Even Miranda's. Promise me. Please."
"I promise Gordo. I promise. Just tell me what is going on."
I couldn't speak anymore. I couldn't tell her anymore. I wasn't ready to. I didn't feel up to letting all of my feelings about her flow out of me. So I hung up. I hope she wasn't upset. I just couldn't speak.
The phone rings.
"Hey Lizzie. What's up?" I said.
"Well, I just woke up from a really great dream, Gordo. Why did you call so early?" Lizzie replied.
"Um, I don't know. I guess I just wanted to talk to you. I guess I just wanted to hear what you had to say."
"Say? About what?"
"I don't know. Anything."
"Gordo, is everything okay. Is there anything you want to tell me?"
"I don't know. I mean, there is something I want to tell you but I don't know if you really want to hear it."
"Just tell me."
"I can't. It's really too personal."
"Gordo, it can't be that bad if you originally thought of telling me."
"I know. But now, when I talk to you, it's not the same. I don't feel the same way about telling you as I did before."
"Sometimes you really confuse me Gordo."
"Sometimes I really confuse myself."
"Yeah, I guess. But seriously, are you sure you're feeling all right. I mean, ever since this school year started, you've seemed distant. Like, I don't know, you've got something serious on your mind."
"I guess you could say that's true."
"Gordo, I'm your best friend. Just tell me why you are so weird."
"I never really thought of myself as weird."
"You know what I mean!"
"Yeah. Lizzie, I know you like Ethan but have you ever had any other crushes."
"What are you implying?"
"Nothing. It's just that, I've been having these feelings. These strange feelings. They're not good or anything. Actually, they make me feel pretty weird. Pretty bad about myself."
"Gordo, you're scaring me now."
"Am I? Because I've been scaring myself a lot lately. Can you make me a promise? Can you promise me that no matter what happens, you won't hate me. You won't think that I'm weird or that I'm a freak because I really depend on what you have to say and what you think of me. I don't have very many friends and I value your friendship more than anyone's. Even Miranda's. Promise me. Please."
"I promise Gordo. I promise. Just tell me what is going on."
I couldn't speak anymore. I couldn't tell her anymore. I wasn't ready to. I didn't feel up to letting all of my feelings about her flow out of me. So I hung up. I hope she wasn't upset. I just couldn't speak.
