Lizzie walked into her house, glad to be free from Gordo. She shut the door and leaned against it, closing her eyes.
"You know, if you're trying to blend in with the wall, it's not working," Matt said, walking upstairs.
"Shut up you...you...forget it," she replied, too tired to think of a proper insult. Matt shrugged and continued up the stairs.
"What's wrong honey?" Mrs. McGuire asked, watching Lizzie tred into the kitchen.
"Nothing mom."
"Oh come on, is my little McGuire upset?"
"HUH? Why'd you call me that?" Lizzie quickly replied. Her mom stared at her and finally said,
"Are you okay?" Lizzie shrugged. "You're home awfully early from Gordo's."
"Mom? How many cousins do I have?"
"Umm..." she said, putting down the towel she was folding. She began counting on her fingers and after a minute replied, "I think six."
"What're their names?"
"Why the sudden interest in our family?" she asked, laughing.
"No reason"
"Well let's see, there's: Heather, Josie, Sara, Karen, Frank, and David."
"David?!"
"Yeah... you remember him, don't you?"
"Not really"
"Well, come to think of it, we really haven't seen him in a long time. I can't even remember what he looks like. Family's a funny thing, you know one time, your dad and I thought we were related," she said, laughing.
Lizzie's eyes widened, "What happened?"
"Well, I don't really remember, but in the end, it was all a big mistake, pretty stupid if you ask me."
"Thanks mom," Lizzie said, smiling.
She walked upstairs, feeling horrible for treating Gordo that way. Rushing into her room, Lizzie grabbed her phone. She was just about to dial Gordo's number when the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Lizzie? Hi! Guess what!"
"Listen Gordo, I'm really sorry about before..."
"Lizzie..."
"I didn't mean to act all weird..."
"Lizzie!"
"I feel really bad about it..."
"LIZZIE! We're not related!"
"Huh?"
"I talked to my dad and then I remembered that I met my cousin Lizzie a month ago, at our family reunion."
"And her last name is McGuire? Gordo, that's pretty scary..."
"I know, but listen. My mom has a cousin... Lauren McGuire, she's about 50. Her daughter, Lizzie, is 20. The name is just a coincidence... a scary one, yes, but the point is... we're not related."
Lizzie breathed a sigh of relief, "I feel so much better"
"So do I," Gordo said, leaning the phone against his shoulder and beginning a game of hackey sack. "So... since we're not related, how about coming over?"
"Coolie, I'm there," Lizzie said, hanging up and rushing downstairs.
"Lizzie?" her mom called.
"Yeah mom," she answered, walking into the kitchen.
"Are you going to be around next weekend?"
"Probably, why?"
"One of your cousins, Ethan is coming over for lunch. We haven't seen him in ages."
"Ethan? Haven't heard of him."
"Yeah, he's your second cousin, his father's name is Harold... Harold Craft."
Lizzie gulped. "Ethan... Craft?"
Mrs. McGuire laughed. "Yeah, isn't that a funny coincidence?"
"You know, if you're trying to blend in with the wall, it's not working," Matt said, walking upstairs.
"Shut up you...you...forget it," she replied, too tired to think of a proper insult. Matt shrugged and continued up the stairs.
"What's wrong honey?" Mrs. McGuire asked, watching Lizzie tred into the kitchen.
"Nothing mom."
"Oh come on, is my little McGuire upset?"
"HUH? Why'd you call me that?" Lizzie quickly replied. Her mom stared at her and finally said,
"Are you okay?" Lizzie shrugged. "You're home awfully early from Gordo's."
"Mom? How many cousins do I have?"
"Umm..." she said, putting down the towel she was folding. She began counting on her fingers and after a minute replied, "I think six."
"What're their names?"
"Why the sudden interest in our family?" she asked, laughing.
"No reason"
"Well let's see, there's: Heather, Josie, Sara, Karen, Frank, and David."
"David?!"
"Yeah... you remember him, don't you?"
"Not really"
"Well, come to think of it, we really haven't seen him in a long time. I can't even remember what he looks like. Family's a funny thing, you know one time, your dad and I thought we were related," she said, laughing.
Lizzie's eyes widened, "What happened?"
"Well, I don't really remember, but in the end, it was all a big mistake, pretty stupid if you ask me."
"Thanks mom," Lizzie said, smiling.
She walked upstairs, feeling horrible for treating Gordo that way. Rushing into her room, Lizzie grabbed her phone. She was just about to dial Gordo's number when the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Lizzie? Hi! Guess what!"
"Listen Gordo, I'm really sorry about before..."
"Lizzie..."
"I didn't mean to act all weird..."
"Lizzie!"
"I feel really bad about it..."
"LIZZIE! We're not related!"
"Huh?"
"I talked to my dad and then I remembered that I met my cousin Lizzie a month ago, at our family reunion."
"And her last name is McGuire? Gordo, that's pretty scary..."
"I know, but listen. My mom has a cousin... Lauren McGuire, she's about 50. Her daughter, Lizzie, is 20. The name is just a coincidence... a scary one, yes, but the point is... we're not related."
Lizzie breathed a sigh of relief, "I feel so much better"
"So do I," Gordo said, leaning the phone against his shoulder and beginning a game of hackey sack. "So... since we're not related, how about coming over?"
"Coolie, I'm there," Lizzie said, hanging up and rushing downstairs.
"Lizzie?" her mom called.
"Yeah mom," she answered, walking into the kitchen.
"Are you going to be around next weekend?"
"Probably, why?"
"One of your cousins, Ethan is coming over for lunch. We haven't seen him in ages."
"Ethan? Haven't heard of him."
"Yeah, he's your second cousin, his father's name is Harold... Harold Craft."
Lizzie gulped. "Ethan... Craft?"
Mrs. McGuire laughed. "Yeah, isn't that a funny coincidence?"
