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Author's Note: Wow, it's been awhile hasn't it? I had planned out the whole story, but it was so long ago, that I forgot what I was going to do for the rest, LoL. I even had to go read some of the chapters so that I could remember what had happened! I guess I'm just going to wing it =D Thanks for the reviews! ::hugs:: I'm thinking there'll be about two or three more chapters to go, but they'll prolly be kinda short and maybe a lil corny.
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-Lizzie's House- -Friday Night- (continued on from the last chapter)
"That was a good movie," Ethan smiled and stretched his arms far above his head. Lizzie switched the lamp on and turned to watch. His tanned arms flexed their muscles impressively in the soft light. He stopped and smiled even wider at her before patting the couch next to him. "I believe your parents won't be home for another hour," he said and a mischievous glint danced in his eyes.
Lizzie knew she shouldn't. A million thoughts raced through her mind. A picture of Gordo appeared. She looked at Ethan, knowing that she had pined over him throughout junior high. She forced herself to smile, and the picture of Gordo faded. She sat down next to Ethan and immediately he leaned over and began kissing her.
His hands clumsily ran through her hair as his mouth covered hers. She tried her best to feel romantic, but something just wasn't right. She felt foggy and there was a pounding that echoed throughout her head. His hands moved down her shirt and just as it seemed he was about to lift it off her, something she wasn't so sure about, they heard a sound in the doorway. They broke apart and looked to see Gordo standing there.
"Gordo! What are you doing here?" Lizzie smoothed down her hair and adjusted her shirt.
"I uh-- I." Gordo stammered. His eyes were full of emotion, but Lizzie couldn't decipher which ones. "I forgot my wallet on the end table," he pointed to the billfold next to the lamp. "I knocked, but no one answered. I figured Lizzie had gone upstairs, so I just let myself in. I didn't know that you were still here," he looked at Ethan and Lizzie was sure she saw anger flash across his face.
"Yeah, sure Gord-on," Ethan reached across Lizzie, grabbed the wallet, and tossed it at him.
"Well, I gotta go, Miranda's in the car," Gordo looked one last time at Lizzie, almost with disappointment, before walking out.
"Thank goodness he's gone," Ethan rolled his eyes than moved toward Lizzie.
"Ethan, I don't feel well. I'm just going to head up to bed," Lizzie put up her hand to fend him off.
"Ohh, I see," Ethan got up and headed towards the stairs with a grin.
"No. Ethan, I mean alone. I seriously don't feel good," Lizzie said, getting up.
"Oh. OK, than," he looked at her with confusion.
"See ya later. Call me," Lizzie opened the front door and saw Gordo's car rolling down the street.
"Bye," Ethan stole one last kiss before going out to his car.
Lizzie sighed and closed the door. She flopped onto the vacant couch and closed her eyes, so confused that she couldn't think straight. She started to doze off but sat up fifteen minutes later when a loud knocking on the front door startled her. She got up and opened it.
"Lizzie, as someone who your mother trusts, I can't allow this to--" Gordo started as he marched into the living room, but stopped short when he saw it was empty. "Where's Ethan?" he asked, turning around.
"He went home Gordo, like you were supposed to," Lizzie rolled her eyes and shut the door. She walked past him and took her warm spot on the couch.
"I was. But after I dropped Miranda off, I looped back this way. I couldn't stand the thought of you and Ethan in this house alone together," Ethan sat next to her, pushing his dark hair back and resting his head on the back of the couch.
"You've always been such a great friend," Lizzie smiled. She scooted down the couch so that her head was resting on his thigh. She stared at the blank TV. Her headache was getting worse and there were spots swirling across her vision.
"Are you OK?" Gordo asked in concern.
"Huh?" Lizzie's eyes were only half open and her head lulled to the side.
"Lizzie?" Gordo felt her forehead. "You're burning up! Lizzie wake up!" He patted her pale cheeks.
"I'm up," Lizzie groaned. She sat up but immediately fell back to his lap, this time her eyes completely closed.
"Lizzie!" Gordo sat her back up and balanced her on the back of the couch. He ran to the kitchen and got a cool rag. As he wiped her face, her eyes fluttered opened.
"Gordo? I have something to tell you," she said softly. "I don't like Ethan. I can't even kiss him without thinking about--" she seemed to lose focus and stopped talking.
"We have to get you to the hospital," Gordo told her. "Can you walk? Come on, I'll help you." He helped her up and than put one arm around her waist. After walking her to his car, he drove to the nearest emergency room. "Come on, Lizzie," he said worriedly, as he got her out and up to the doors. The ER was almost empty. He dragged her up to the counter and explained what had happened. Immediately doctors came out and put her into a wheelchair, then wheeled her down the hall.
"Mr. Gordon, can you get in contact with Ms. McGuire's parents?" the receptionist asked him as he stared after Lizzie. "Mr. Gordon?"
"Uh?" he turned reluctantly to the woman. "Oh, yeah." He pulled his cell phone and called Jo McGuire, then sank wearily into an uncomfortable gray waiting room chair, staring down the hall where Lizzie had just disappeared.
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Author's Note: Wow, it's been awhile hasn't it? I had planned out the whole story, but it was so long ago, that I forgot what I was going to do for the rest, LoL. I even had to go read some of the chapters so that I could remember what had happened! I guess I'm just going to wing it =D Thanks for the reviews! ::hugs:: I'm thinking there'll be about two or three more chapters to go, but they'll prolly be kinda short and maybe a lil corny.
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-Lizzie's House- -Friday Night- (continued on from the last chapter)
"That was a good movie," Ethan smiled and stretched his arms far above his head. Lizzie switched the lamp on and turned to watch. His tanned arms flexed their muscles impressively in the soft light. He stopped and smiled even wider at her before patting the couch next to him. "I believe your parents won't be home for another hour," he said and a mischievous glint danced in his eyes.
Lizzie knew she shouldn't. A million thoughts raced through her mind. A picture of Gordo appeared. She looked at Ethan, knowing that she had pined over him throughout junior high. She forced herself to smile, and the picture of Gordo faded. She sat down next to Ethan and immediately he leaned over and began kissing her.
His hands clumsily ran through her hair as his mouth covered hers. She tried her best to feel romantic, but something just wasn't right. She felt foggy and there was a pounding that echoed throughout her head. His hands moved down her shirt and just as it seemed he was about to lift it off her, something she wasn't so sure about, they heard a sound in the doorway. They broke apart and looked to see Gordo standing there.
"Gordo! What are you doing here?" Lizzie smoothed down her hair and adjusted her shirt.
"I uh-- I." Gordo stammered. His eyes were full of emotion, but Lizzie couldn't decipher which ones. "I forgot my wallet on the end table," he pointed to the billfold next to the lamp. "I knocked, but no one answered. I figured Lizzie had gone upstairs, so I just let myself in. I didn't know that you were still here," he looked at Ethan and Lizzie was sure she saw anger flash across his face.
"Yeah, sure Gord-on," Ethan reached across Lizzie, grabbed the wallet, and tossed it at him.
"Well, I gotta go, Miranda's in the car," Gordo looked one last time at Lizzie, almost with disappointment, before walking out.
"Thank goodness he's gone," Ethan rolled his eyes than moved toward Lizzie.
"Ethan, I don't feel well. I'm just going to head up to bed," Lizzie put up her hand to fend him off.
"Ohh, I see," Ethan got up and headed towards the stairs with a grin.
"No. Ethan, I mean alone. I seriously don't feel good," Lizzie said, getting up.
"Oh. OK, than," he looked at her with confusion.
"See ya later. Call me," Lizzie opened the front door and saw Gordo's car rolling down the street.
"Bye," Ethan stole one last kiss before going out to his car.
Lizzie sighed and closed the door. She flopped onto the vacant couch and closed her eyes, so confused that she couldn't think straight. She started to doze off but sat up fifteen minutes later when a loud knocking on the front door startled her. She got up and opened it.
"Lizzie, as someone who your mother trusts, I can't allow this to--" Gordo started as he marched into the living room, but stopped short when he saw it was empty. "Where's Ethan?" he asked, turning around.
"He went home Gordo, like you were supposed to," Lizzie rolled her eyes and shut the door. She walked past him and took her warm spot on the couch.
"I was. But after I dropped Miranda off, I looped back this way. I couldn't stand the thought of you and Ethan in this house alone together," Ethan sat next to her, pushing his dark hair back and resting his head on the back of the couch.
"You've always been such a great friend," Lizzie smiled. She scooted down the couch so that her head was resting on his thigh. She stared at the blank TV. Her headache was getting worse and there were spots swirling across her vision.
"Are you OK?" Gordo asked in concern.
"Huh?" Lizzie's eyes were only half open and her head lulled to the side.
"Lizzie?" Gordo felt her forehead. "You're burning up! Lizzie wake up!" He patted her pale cheeks.
"I'm up," Lizzie groaned. She sat up but immediately fell back to his lap, this time her eyes completely closed.
"Lizzie!" Gordo sat her back up and balanced her on the back of the couch. He ran to the kitchen and got a cool rag. As he wiped her face, her eyes fluttered opened.
"Gordo? I have something to tell you," she said softly. "I don't like Ethan. I can't even kiss him without thinking about--" she seemed to lose focus and stopped talking.
"We have to get you to the hospital," Gordo told her. "Can you walk? Come on, I'll help you." He helped her up and than put one arm around her waist. After walking her to his car, he drove to the nearest emergency room. "Come on, Lizzie," he said worriedly, as he got her out and up to the doors. The ER was almost empty. He dragged her up to the counter and explained what had happened. Immediately doctors came out and put her into a wheelchair, then wheeled her down the hall.
"Mr. Gordon, can you get in contact with Ms. McGuire's parents?" the receptionist asked him as he stared after Lizzie. "Mr. Gordon?"
"Uh?" he turned reluctantly to the woman. "Oh, yeah." He pulled his cell phone and called Jo McGuire, then sank wearily into an uncomfortable gray waiting room chair, staring down the hall where Lizzie had just disappeared.
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