The Rest of the Story-Chapter 3
*Someone said something about me continuing my other story "The Perfect Night." The reason I'm not is because I got myself into a corner and I can't figure out how to get out of it. If someone would give me an idea I might write more on it. Until then. . .Chapter 3 of your OTHER favorite story. Oh and for the record. . .Gordo's taking Lizzie on a date tonight. . .but they drove back to UCLA the same day that Matt left which is the same night of the date. Get it?
Proposal #2
"Lizzie! Hurry up! Gordo is waiting!" Miranda screamed out. Gordo was nervously leaning against the kitchenette counter. He didn't know why he was so nervous. Maybe because this was there first date on campus when all their friends would be around to see them as a couple, or maybe it was because he was proposing. He figured it was the second one.
"Hold on!" Lizzie yelled back from behind the bathroom door. Their room was a mess. Suitcases and clothes lay all over the floor and Gordo noted that Miranda was making no initiative to clean it.
"Do you guys even know what color the carpet is?" Gordo asked Miranda who was absentmindedly looking through a magazine on her bed.
"What? Oh. . .its in the closet." Miranda answered. Gordo stared at her as if she'd gone insane. Maybe she had.
"Okay I'm ready!" Lizzie announced coming out of the bathroom. She had on a pink chiffon dress with a layer of orange that was slightly bigger than the pink portion so it hung just below it. Her blonde hair was in braids on either side of her head.
"My God Lizzie you always take my breath away." Gordo said as she crossed the room towards him.
"You don't look half bad." She replied and greeted him with a quick kiss.
"We better get going . . .I have reservations at 7:00."
"Oh really? Where?" Lizzie smoothed his tie.
"I can't tell you."
"Well it must be a fancy place because you told me to dress up." Lizzie smiled as she pulled on one of his curls.
"What if it was McDonald's?" Gordo asked.
"I wouldn't care as long as I got to be with you." She stood on her tip toes and kissed him sweetly.
"Get out of here before I start crying." Miranda instructed not even looking up from her magazine. Gordo took Lizzie by the hand and lead her out the door.
"Is she going to be okay?" Gordo asked Lizzie as he helped her into her jean jacket.
"I think she will be in a while. It's either fear he won't be back or shock that she's engaged. But Matt will write to her."
"Yeah. Okay." Gordo pushed the down button on the elevator.
"Where are we?" Lizzie asked Gordo as he parked the car in front of an office building.
"You'll see." Gordo ran around to the other side of the car, opened the door for her, and helped her out. He then proceeded to guide her inside and in to an elevator.
"Gordo!"
"Lizzie!" Gordo mocked his girlfriend. She punched him playfully in the arm. The elevator doors flew open and Lizzie was taken aback with what she saw. They were on a rooftop with a candlelit table set for two. There was a CD player set up on a table covered with vines.
"OH My God! Gordo it's beautiful! What's the occasion?" Lizzie asked giving Gordo a peck on the cheek.
"Oh. . .You're just that special." Gordo lied and laughed nervously. He led her to the table and pulled her chair out for her. Then he sat down across from her.
"Hello." A tall young man walked up to the table.
"Lance!" Lizzie exclaimed jumping of from her seat and giving him a hug. Lance was Gordo's roommate who they met when the arrived at UCLA. Lizzie and Lance had become close friends. "What are you doing here?"
"I'll be your server tonight. Can we start with a glass of sparkling cider?" Lance winked at Lizzie and then returned to his professional identity.
"Yes thanks." Gordo said and Lance walked away.
"This is amazing Gordo! How did you pull it off?" Lizzie asked leaning across the table.
"I have my ways." Gordo smirked. Lance filled their glasses with cider.
"Your meal will be here shortly." He walked away again. 10 minutes later he returned with two plates of grilled salmon and a fresh green salad. Lizzie and Gordo ate, laughing about their past and talking about the future. Lance cleared their plates from the table.
"Do you want to dance?" Gordo asked.
"Yeah!" They pressed their bodies closer than they'd ever been before and moved back and forth to the music.
"Lizzie?"
"Hmm?"
"I'm in love with you." Lizzie was silent as if she knew he was going to continue. Gordo dropped to his knee.
"I would kill myself if I let you get away. I want to spend every waking moment with you and when we're asleep I want you next to me. Elizabeth Brooke McGurie. . .Will you marry me?"
*Someone said something about me continuing my other story "The Perfect Night." The reason I'm not is because I got myself into a corner and I can't figure out how to get out of it. If someone would give me an idea I might write more on it. Until then. . .Chapter 3 of your OTHER favorite story. Oh and for the record. . .Gordo's taking Lizzie on a date tonight. . .but they drove back to UCLA the same day that Matt left which is the same night of the date. Get it?
Proposal #2
"Lizzie! Hurry up! Gordo is waiting!" Miranda screamed out. Gordo was nervously leaning against the kitchenette counter. He didn't know why he was so nervous. Maybe because this was there first date on campus when all their friends would be around to see them as a couple, or maybe it was because he was proposing. He figured it was the second one.
"Hold on!" Lizzie yelled back from behind the bathroom door. Their room was a mess. Suitcases and clothes lay all over the floor and Gordo noted that Miranda was making no initiative to clean it.
"Do you guys even know what color the carpet is?" Gordo asked Miranda who was absentmindedly looking through a magazine on her bed.
"What? Oh. . .its in the closet." Miranda answered. Gordo stared at her as if she'd gone insane. Maybe she had.
"Okay I'm ready!" Lizzie announced coming out of the bathroom. She had on a pink chiffon dress with a layer of orange that was slightly bigger than the pink portion so it hung just below it. Her blonde hair was in braids on either side of her head.
"My God Lizzie you always take my breath away." Gordo said as she crossed the room towards him.
"You don't look half bad." She replied and greeted him with a quick kiss.
"We better get going . . .I have reservations at 7:00."
"Oh really? Where?" Lizzie smoothed his tie.
"I can't tell you."
"Well it must be a fancy place because you told me to dress up." Lizzie smiled as she pulled on one of his curls.
"What if it was McDonald's?" Gordo asked.
"I wouldn't care as long as I got to be with you." She stood on her tip toes and kissed him sweetly.
"Get out of here before I start crying." Miranda instructed not even looking up from her magazine. Gordo took Lizzie by the hand and lead her out the door.
"Is she going to be okay?" Gordo asked Lizzie as he helped her into her jean jacket.
"I think she will be in a while. It's either fear he won't be back or shock that she's engaged. But Matt will write to her."
"Yeah. Okay." Gordo pushed the down button on the elevator.
"Where are we?" Lizzie asked Gordo as he parked the car in front of an office building.
"You'll see." Gordo ran around to the other side of the car, opened the door for her, and helped her out. He then proceeded to guide her inside and in to an elevator.
"Gordo!"
"Lizzie!" Gordo mocked his girlfriend. She punched him playfully in the arm. The elevator doors flew open and Lizzie was taken aback with what she saw. They were on a rooftop with a candlelit table set for two. There was a CD player set up on a table covered with vines.
"OH My God! Gordo it's beautiful! What's the occasion?" Lizzie asked giving Gordo a peck on the cheek.
"Oh. . .You're just that special." Gordo lied and laughed nervously. He led her to the table and pulled her chair out for her. Then he sat down across from her.
"Hello." A tall young man walked up to the table.
"Lance!" Lizzie exclaimed jumping of from her seat and giving him a hug. Lance was Gordo's roommate who they met when the arrived at UCLA. Lizzie and Lance had become close friends. "What are you doing here?"
"I'll be your server tonight. Can we start with a glass of sparkling cider?" Lance winked at Lizzie and then returned to his professional identity.
"Yes thanks." Gordo said and Lance walked away.
"This is amazing Gordo! How did you pull it off?" Lizzie asked leaning across the table.
"I have my ways." Gordo smirked. Lance filled their glasses with cider.
"Your meal will be here shortly." He walked away again. 10 minutes later he returned with two plates of grilled salmon and a fresh green salad. Lizzie and Gordo ate, laughing about their past and talking about the future. Lance cleared their plates from the table.
"Do you want to dance?" Gordo asked.
"Yeah!" They pressed their bodies closer than they'd ever been before and moved back and forth to the music.
"Lizzie?"
"Hmm?"
"I'm in love with you." Lizzie was silent as if she knew he was going to continue. Gordo dropped to his knee.
"I would kill myself if I let you get away. I want to spend every waking moment with you and when we're asleep I want you next to me. Elizabeth Brooke McGurie. . .Will you marry me?"