Disclaimer: Frankie owns Lizzie. And I'm not Frankie. Get the picture? *Cry*
Forward: Yeah, removed the setting thing just like I promised. This chapter's to all those who requested it. Read the title to see what it's all about. I'll just keep it simple and straightforward in doing this. Don't be hatin me for it, alright?
Gordo was always outnumbered. Among the three, two were girls. He could never enforce his guyish opinions unto them, even with the usual Gordo wit. If the girls wanted to go shopping, then either he went with them, or he went with them. He always hoped that the girls would run out of things to shop for so they could go do something they all would like, but he always found himself ended up walking home with shopping bags that he was forced to carry. But it was all peachy to him.
Dreaming On, Chapter 8
Gordo
by Twin Signal
"Gordo, are you gay?" was the question that surprised Gordo. It was Ethan. As dumb as he was, he did know all the sex terms. He knew all the things that circulated through his posses. "Cuz ya know,you always hang out with girls and stuff." He grinned, as though he had cornered his prey. "And I saw you going shopping with them."
"Ethan," he tried to employ a tone down in intelligence to match Ethan's level, "they're my friends. I hang out with them."
"So... Are you gay?"
Gordo rolls his eyes and sighs, "No."
Miranda was also confused. Why did Gordo befriend two girls in the first place and has yet to have any romantic feelings about either? Were they not good enough for him? Didn't they arouse him with their femininity one bit? They seemed to have absolutely no effect whatsoever on Gordo when it came to romance. Miranda was darn confident of her ability to subdue someone romantically, especially when the target was as easy as Gordo. But somehow that never worked. So she actually did wonder if he was actually gay like Ethan suspected him to be.
Gordo never took interest in neither Lizzie nor Miranda for the entire time that he did know them. He had shown signs of sympathy during rough times and compassion during good times, but then again, Miranda figured, so would any decent friend. And Gordo was indeed a decent friend, in fact, he was so much more. He was trusted friend. If she asked him something, he would've given answers. Answers from anywhere - from atop a bookshelp to deep inside his heart. He was casually open about himself and blatantly honest around Lizzie and Miranda. Gordo never took interest in neither Lizzie nor Miranda for the entire time that he had known them.
"What? You're crazy!"
"Lizzie, I'm telling you."
"No, let ME to YOU! You're crazy!"
"How do you know?"
"Gordo isn't gay!"
"Then how come he never set his eye on either of us?"
"Because he's our friend!"
"How come he talks to Ethan like that, even though they live on completely different worlds!"
"Becuase he's his friend!"
"How come he never has a girlfriend?"
"Because he can't get any!"
Then there were silence. Silence of having no more questions being asked. Silence of understanding each other. Miranda tilted her head in thought, lightly scratching her scalp. "Oh." She says, "you're right."
Lizzie really wasn't sure the outburst that took few seconds ago happened. Miranda understood again. "Yeah." she whispered, "he's our friend."
Among the blatantly honest thing Gordo has said, one was that of expressing absolute no intimate feelings towards neither Lizzie nor Miranda. Another one was his prediction that he was someday destined to marry his favorite celebrity, which changed from time to time and from Natalie Portman to Britney Spears. He even portrayed in extreme detail how he was going to seduce an actress he's going to shoot a movie for into a dressing room and seduce her and make love there. Of course, his choice of acrtress changed from time to time. But she never was Lizzie nor Miranda.
Why hadn't he set his eye upon Miranda or myself, Lizzie wondered. Just because he was a friend didn't mean he was restricted to ask one of us out. Were we ugly to him? Didn't appeal to him somehow? The question called for immediate answers. So she decides to put him to a test immediately. "Hey, Gordo." Lizzie said seductively as she walked up to him.
"Hey Lizzie, whats u-" she had pinned him against a wall.
"How do I look?" she said, fanning her hair aside and batting her eyes and acting as though she was completely oblivious to the fact that she was pinning him against a wall.
"Uh, can't really tell you because I can't see all of you." he said, struggling to keep Lizzie's engaging head away by pushing it with his hand on her forhead.
"Oh... You want to see... All of me?" she says in a mischiveous voice, raising an eyebrow.
"Uh, I didn't mean it like that, uh, you mind getting off of me?"
"Fine!" she steps back in an angry manner, screeching, "Why don't you like me?"
"Huh?"
"Why don't you like Miranda, either?"
"What did I do?"
"You never show us any affection!"
"I don't?"
"No!"
So by Lizzie's suggestion Gordo cultivated a behavior of affection towards Lizzie and Miranda. He talked to them in a seducing, sexy voice (or at least he tried,) putting his arm around them when they were in reach, calling them beautiful and so forth, basically acting like a pimp. But that grew creepy to Lizzie and Miranda, so they told him to drop the gig.
Another positive feature Gordo possessed was faith and obedience towards his friends' needs. He carried on the pimp act for them because of it, hoping that they would learn something from it. And it seemed a success - they did understand, or perhaps they didn't understand one bit of it. Whatever the case, he was faithful and obedient to his friends' needs. Oh well, Gordo thought.
"I know we told you to put the pimp gig up, but call us beautiful again for the heck of it." Miranda pleaded.
Gordo rolled his eyes and told her that she was beautiful.
"Awwe, you're a pal." Miranda hugged him.
"Oooh, me too! Me too!" Lizzie pleaded.
Gordo rolled his eyes and told her that she was beautiful.
"Awwe, you're a pal." Lizzie hugged him.
They probably didn't understand one bit of it, but it's okay. He's a pal.
The End
Yeah, whatever, that's what methinks, alright? Now give me some flames! Maybe now I'll actually get some reviews. Finally. Well actually review's been good and numerous. I thank all of you who've read all of my stuff. Not that I'm ending this or something. Whenever I get more ideas I'll add on to it. That be it. Later for now. Peace.
Forward: Yeah, removed the setting thing just like I promised. This chapter's to all those who requested it. Read the title to see what it's all about. I'll just keep it simple and straightforward in doing this. Don't be hatin me for it, alright?
Gordo was always outnumbered. Among the three, two were girls. He could never enforce his guyish opinions unto them, even with the usual Gordo wit. If the girls wanted to go shopping, then either he went with them, or he went with them. He always hoped that the girls would run out of things to shop for so they could go do something they all would like, but he always found himself ended up walking home with shopping bags that he was forced to carry. But it was all peachy to him.
Dreaming On, Chapter 8
Gordo
by Twin Signal
"Gordo, are you gay?" was the question that surprised Gordo. It was Ethan. As dumb as he was, he did know all the sex terms. He knew all the things that circulated through his posses. "Cuz ya know,you always hang out with girls and stuff." He grinned, as though he had cornered his prey. "And I saw you going shopping with them."
"Ethan," he tried to employ a tone down in intelligence to match Ethan's level, "they're my friends. I hang out with them."
"So... Are you gay?"
Gordo rolls his eyes and sighs, "No."
Miranda was also confused. Why did Gordo befriend two girls in the first place and has yet to have any romantic feelings about either? Were they not good enough for him? Didn't they arouse him with their femininity one bit? They seemed to have absolutely no effect whatsoever on Gordo when it came to romance. Miranda was darn confident of her ability to subdue someone romantically, especially when the target was as easy as Gordo. But somehow that never worked. So she actually did wonder if he was actually gay like Ethan suspected him to be.
Gordo never took interest in neither Lizzie nor Miranda for the entire time that he did know them. He had shown signs of sympathy during rough times and compassion during good times, but then again, Miranda figured, so would any decent friend. And Gordo was indeed a decent friend, in fact, he was so much more. He was trusted friend. If she asked him something, he would've given answers. Answers from anywhere - from atop a bookshelp to deep inside his heart. He was casually open about himself and blatantly honest around Lizzie and Miranda. Gordo never took interest in neither Lizzie nor Miranda for the entire time that he had known them.
"What? You're crazy!"
"Lizzie, I'm telling you."
"No, let ME to YOU! You're crazy!"
"How do you know?"
"Gordo isn't gay!"
"Then how come he never set his eye on either of us?"
"Because he's our friend!"
"How come he talks to Ethan like that, even though they live on completely different worlds!"
"Becuase he's his friend!"
"How come he never has a girlfriend?"
"Because he can't get any!"
Then there were silence. Silence of having no more questions being asked. Silence of understanding each other. Miranda tilted her head in thought, lightly scratching her scalp. "Oh." She says, "you're right."
Lizzie really wasn't sure the outburst that took few seconds ago happened. Miranda understood again. "Yeah." she whispered, "he's our friend."
Among the blatantly honest thing Gordo has said, one was that of expressing absolute no intimate feelings towards neither Lizzie nor Miranda. Another one was his prediction that he was someday destined to marry his favorite celebrity, which changed from time to time and from Natalie Portman to Britney Spears. He even portrayed in extreme detail how he was going to seduce an actress he's going to shoot a movie for into a dressing room and seduce her and make love there. Of course, his choice of acrtress changed from time to time. But she never was Lizzie nor Miranda.
Why hadn't he set his eye upon Miranda or myself, Lizzie wondered. Just because he was a friend didn't mean he was restricted to ask one of us out. Were we ugly to him? Didn't appeal to him somehow? The question called for immediate answers. So she decides to put him to a test immediately. "Hey, Gordo." Lizzie said seductively as she walked up to him.
"Hey Lizzie, whats u-" she had pinned him against a wall.
"How do I look?" she said, fanning her hair aside and batting her eyes and acting as though she was completely oblivious to the fact that she was pinning him against a wall.
"Uh, can't really tell you because I can't see all of you." he said, struggling to keep Lizzie's engaging head away by pushing it with his hand on her forhead.
"Oh... You want to see... All of me?" she says in a mischiveous voice, raising an eyebrow.
"Uh, I didn't mean it like that, uh, you mind getting off of me?"
"Fine!" she steps back in an angry manner, screeching, "Why don't you like me?"
"Huh?"
"Why don't you like Miranda, either?"
"What did I do?"
"You never show us any affection!"
"I don't?"
"No!"
So by Lizzie's suggestion Gordo cultivated a behavior of affection towards Lizzie and Miranda. He talked to them in a seducing, sexy voice (or at least he tried,) putting his arm around them when they were in reach, calling them beautiful and so forth, basically acting like a pimp. But that grew creepy to Lizzie and Miranda, so they told him to drop the gig.
Another positive feature Gordo possessed was faith and obedience towards his friends' needs. He carried on the pimp act for them because of it, hoping that they would learn something from it. And it seemed a success - they did understand, or perhaps they didn't understand one bit of it. Whatever the case, he was faithful and obedient to his friends' needs. Oh well, Gordo thought.
"I know we told you to put the pimp gig up, but call us beautiful again for the heck of it." Miranda pleaded.
Gordo rolled his eyes and told her that she was beautiful.
"Awwe, you're a pal." Miranda hugged him.
"Oooh, me too! Me too!" Lizzie pleaded.
Gordo rolled his eyes and told her that she was beautiful.
"Awwe, you're a pal." Lizzie hugged him.
They probably didn't understand one bit of it, but it's okay. He's a pal.
The End
Yeah, whatever, that's what methinks, alright? Now give me some flames! Maybe now I'll actually get some reviews. Finally. Well actually review's been good and numerous. I thank all of you who've read all of my stuff. Not that I'm ending this or something. Whenever I get more ideas I'll add on to it. That be it. Later for now. Peace.