Chapter 1
*a/n this story takes place after my story Gordo's Summer. It's after Gordo's trip to Europe. School is starting in two weeks.
As I exited the plane I thought back to the last time I'd seen Lizzie and Miranda. Two days before I left, Lizzie decided to tell me she likes me. Only problem is, I don't like her back. We worked it out though. She and Miranda are my best friends. Over the summer I spent in Europe, the weirdest thing happened, I missed Lizzie. A lot. It seems I have developed a crush on her on my trip. What do I plan on doing about it? Nothing. I already told her I didn't like her, and it was true, at least it was then.
"David! Over here David!" My mom and dad called waving. It is so embarrassing. I mean, they are physiatrists, wouldn't you think they wouldn't be traumatizing me by embarrassing me? Go figure.
"Hey mom, hi dad," I said walking over putting my head down.
"Oh, David, we missed you so much!" my mom said.
"Me too."
"How is my boy?" My dad queried.
"Fine dad."
"Come on David, let's get you home."
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Finally, I was home. I lay down on my bed after dropping my bag. I was in my room, in my house, with my stuff. It was nice to be back. I head a knock on the door and some girl voices. Lizzie and Miranda, I had been expecting them. There were footsteps on the stairs and then more voices and finally my door opened.
"Welcome back Gordo!" Miranda said. Always wanting to be first and bold.
"Hey Gordo! How was the trip?" Lizzie said. Wanting to know everything that was going on.
"It was great. It feels really good to be back though."
"Yeah, I bet. I mean two months of traveling; the only things you own are in a bag you carry, " Miranda said.
"Exactly." My friends are the greatest. They understand me better than I do. It's creepy sometimes. We ended up talking about my trip and their boring summer at home for about an hour and a half. Eventually, Miranda's mom called and said she had to come home and my parents left to a meeting. They said they could stay home if I wanted them to, seeing as to how I had just gotten home but I insisted they go. That meant me, alone with Lizzie. Wonderful, sort of. It is good because I have been wishing for this moment all summer. The moment I'd be alone with her. On the other hand, it's bad because I'm not sure if I can trust myself to not tell her.
*a/n this story takes place after my story Gordo's Summer. It's after Gordo's trip to Europe. School is starting in two weeks.
As I exited the plane I thought back to the last time I'd seen Lizzie and Miranda. Two days before I left, Lizzie decided to tell me she likes me. Only problem is, I don't like her back. We worked it out though. She and Miranda are my best friends. Over the summer I spent in Europe, the weirdest thing happened, I missed Lizzie. A lot. It seems I have developed a crush on her on my trip. What do I plan on doing about it? Nothing. I already told her I didn't like her, and it was true, at least it was then.
"David! Over here David!" My mom and dad called waving. It is so embarrassing. I mean, they are physiatrists, wouldn't you think they wouldn't be traumatizing me by embarrassing me? Go figure.
"Hey mom, hi dad," I said walking over putting my head down.
"Oh, David, we missed you so much!" my mom said.
"Me too."
"How is my boy?" My dad queried.
"Fine dad."
"Come on David, let's get you home."
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Finally, I was home. I lay down on my bed after dropping my bag. I was in my room, in my house, with my stuff. It was nice to be back. I head a knock on the door and some girl voices. Lizzie and Miranda, I had been expecting them. There were footsteps on the stairs and then more voices and finally my door opened.
"Welcome back Gordo!" Miranda said. Always wanting to be first and bold.
"Hey Gordo! How was the trip?" Lizzie said. Wanting to know everything that was going on.
"It was great. It feels really good to be back though."
"Yeah, I bet. I mean two months of traveling; the only things you own are in a bag you carry, " Miranda said.
"Exactly." My friends are the greatest. They understand me better than I do. It's creepy sometimes. We ended up talking about my trip and their boring summer at home for about an hour and a half. Eventually, Miranda's mom called and said she had to come home and my parents left to a meeting. They said they could stay home if I wanted them to, seeing as to how I had just gotten home but I insisted they go. That meant me, alone with Lizzie. Wonderful, sort of. It is good because I have been wishing for this moment all summer. The moment I'd be alone with her. On the other hand, it's bad because I'm not sure if I can trust myself to not tell her.