Chapter 3
"I, David Gordon"
DISCLAIMER- I own diddly-squat, so quit asking!
A/N- I *KNOW* I said this would be up yesterday, but I was fairly busy... (haha, the marathon was on, and I wanted to watch it okay?!) Okay, on with the fic, all flames will be used on my little sister's excuse for an arse.
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{about a month later}
"Gordo," Miranda pushed back a hair while she talked on the phone to one of her best friends.
"Hm?"
"I called Lizzie earlier."
"And?"
"She said she had Kate on the other line and she'd have to call me back."
"I told you a thousand times, Lizzie's ALOWED other friends beside us."
"Yeah, but, KATE!"
"Kate cannot be all that bad. You used to be friends with her."
"I know, but it's just... nevermind, just nevermind Gordo."
"What?"
"Its just that I feel, I feel like I'm losing one of my best friends to popularity, we haven't had a conversation over two minutes long in over a month now, Gordo, I don't think that's healthy."
"Well, look on the bright side, Lizzie and Ethan will break up one day, and she'll come crawling back to hang out with us."
"Gordo, I don't WANT her 'crawling back', I want her back NOW!"
"Well, I wish I could continue this conversation, but my dad needs the phone," Gordo said, "Talk to you later."
"Bye."
CLICK.
CLICK.
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{the next day}
Miranda was sitting with Lizzie at lunch, apparently trying to patch things up in their friendship. Gordo, unfortunatley, was left out of this plan, and sat by himself.
"Of all the ways she could patch things up, she had to pick the one that resulted in me sitting all by my lonesome for the entire lunch period," He mumbled, running a hand through his hair, he then poked his 'mystery meat' and pushed back his tray, pulled out a book, and started reading.
"Hello Gordo." Larry Tudgeman slid in and sat across from David Gordon.
"Tudgeman." He nodded above the brim of his book.
"Tolkein?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. Cool."
Gordo decided after awhile that having Tudgeman sit by him wasn't as bad as sitting alone, and un-intentionally blurted out,
"I think I'm jealous of Ethan Craft."
"Why?" Tudgeman jumped and almost dropped his copy of "The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy".
"Damn, she's beautiful."
"Who? Kate?"
"Ugh, no! No one, nevermind. It wasn't important..." He got up and went to his next class, alone.
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ANOTHER DISCLAIMER- I don't own Tolkein or "HHGTTG" (which is a hysterical book by the way)
Reviews!
Much love,
Robin
"I, David Gordon"
DISCLAIMER- I own diddly-squat, so quit asking!
A/N- I *KNOW* I said this would be up yesterday, but I was fairly busy... (haha, the marathon was on, and I wanted to watch it okay?!) Okay, on with the fic, all flames will be used on my little sister's excuse for an arse.
***
{about a month later}
"Gordo," Miranda pushed back a hair while she talked on the phone to one of her best friends.
"Hm?"
"I called Lizzie earlier."
"And?"
"She said she had Kate on the other line and she'd have to call me back."
"I told you a thousand times, Lizzie's ALOWED other friends beside us."
"Yeah, but, KATE!"
"Kate cannot be all that bad. You used to be friends with her."
"I know, but it's just... nevermind, just nevermind Gordo."
"What?"
"Its just that I feel, I feel like I'm losing one of my best friends to popularity, we haven't had a conversation over two minutes long in over a month now, Gordo, I don't think that's healthy."
"Well, look on the bright side, Lizzie and Ethan will break up one day, and she'll come crawling back to hang out with us."
"Gordo, I don't WANT her 'crawling back', I want her back NOW!"
"Well, I wish I could continue this conversation, but my dad needs the phone," Gordo said, "Talk to you later."
"Bye."
CLICK.
CLICK.
***
{the next day}
Miranda was sitting with Lizzie at lunch, apparently trying to patch things up in their friendship. Gordo, unfortunatley, was left out of this plan, and sat by himself.
"Of all the ways she could patch things up, she had to pick the one that resulted in me sitting all by my lonesome for the entire lunch period," He mumbled, running a hand through his hair, he then poked his 'mystery meat' and pushed back his tray, pulled out a book, and started reading.
"Hello Gordo." Larry Tudgeman slid in and sat across from David Gordon.
"Tudgeman." He nodded above the brim of his book.
"Tolkein?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. Cool."
Gordo decided after awhile that having Tudgeman sit by him wasn't as bad as sitting alone, and un-intentionally blurted out,
"I think I'm jealous of Ethan Craft."
"Why?" Tudgeman jumped and almost dropped his copy of "The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy".
"Damn, she's beautiful."
"Who? Kate?"
"Ugh, no! No one, nevermind. It wasn't important..." He got up and went to his next class, alone.
***
ANOTHER DISCLAIMER- I don't own Tolkein or "HHGTTG" (which is a hysterical book by the way)
Reviews!
Much love,
Robin
