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"Gordo?" Mrs. Gordon yelled as Gordo walked through the door. He found her in the kitchen clenching the receiver of the phone. "Oh, there you are. Lizzie's on the phone." He wanted to tell her that he couldn't stand to speak to the new Mrs. Craft and her shallow tendencies, and no matter how much he loved her, she would never return it, as long as Ethan was on the same planet. Gordo contemplated this, but then realized if these words did spill out of his mouth his mother and father would have a three hour discussion that usually sounded like they were reading from a parenting book. It was the curse of having therapists instead of parents. He just nodded at his mother and said he would take it in his room.
"Lizzie?" The word spit off Gordo's tongue as if it were a poisonous disease.
"Hey, Gordo," she said after the shock of how her name was said wore off. "Miranda's here too, we're on 3-way." He figured they had called to apologize for ditching him, but was sadly corrected.
"We were wondering where you disappeared to after the movie," Miranda finally spoke. "When we got up to leave you weren't there?" AFTER THE MOVIE?! They hadn't even noticed he had left beforehand and that he wasn't sitting there.
"Actually," Gordo said trying to control his anger, "I left before the movie even started."
"You did?" his "goddess" said with not even the slightest bit of concern in her voice, "Well you missed a good time. Afterwards we went out for pizza and Ethan...." Gordo stopped listening to this, he couldn't take any more of her night out with Ethan. She didn't even have the decency to ask where he had been or why he left so early. Lizzie and Miranda, the only people in the world he had ever cared about in his entire life, didn't even care what happened to him. It made him glare with disgust into space, but then he thought of what had happened after leaving, and smiled.
Gordo and Chris walked out of the theater side-by-side, in silence, not sure of where they were heading, but going there anyway. Neither of them were quite sure of what to say, there were no words to take away the hurt felt inside. The silence kept screaming in Chris's ear, until she finally couldn't take it anymore and broke it.
"So, do you want to get something to eat?"
"I know what you're trying to do." Gordo said with a quick smirk, "You want to know what's going on with Miranda, Lizzie, and I, aren't you?" He eyed her with a look as if he were a police officer interrogating a murderer and knowing his deadly secret.
"You figured me out. Congratulations you discovered my secret." Chris joked that got a smile out of Gordo. He didn't know if he could trust her, confide in her his life story, and not the edited one Lizzie and Miranda had received, but when he looked at her smile somehow he knew he could. He lead her to a bench, took a deep breath, and was about to start, but rethought his options and decided against it, for now anyway.
"I'll make you a deal, you tell me what I want to know and I'll tell you what you want to know." He slyly said. Chris gave a confused look, not actually sure of where this was heading. He knew he was butting in to business that was not his to know which could make Chris mad, but took the risk anyway. "Well, tell me about your father. What happened on the phone with him?" He didn't mean to be so direct, he had planned on working his way to that particular question, but didn't have the patience. Her whole body seemed to tense up at the mention of her father.
"Oh," she finally said with a hurt in her eyes. "You heard that?" Gordo nodded wishing he hadn't. "Well, there isn't much to say, I guess. My mother and....him, weren't married long. He was 25 fresh out of college, she was 19 and beautiful in his eyes, or at least that's what he used to tell me. They thought what they felt was love and after only one month, they were married and a year later they had a brand new baby. I remember screaming in the middle of the night whenever I heard thunderand him coming to my room. I was never a big fan of thunder storms." She smiled while staring into the past. "I also remember thinking that things would always stay the same...magical." Her eyes began to water as she mentioned the next part. "Then I remember when the magic disappeared, I was only 3 at the time, but I remember it clearly. He came home late again one night and my mother just couldn't take it anymore. They had had arguments before, but not ones that lasted this long. After what seemed like forever I finally heard him say the three little words that changed my life forever, work comes first. He tried to say he didn't mean it that way, but it was too late....and he was gone. Sure, I saw him sometimes on holidays, but it was never the same. I woke up in the middle of night when I was around 4 hearing thunder and started to cry, but he wasn't there and that's when I finally knew....my life would never be the same." Chris looked at Gordo who's eyes were red from tears, apparently her story had moved him. "I've never told anyone that before." She tried to force a smile, but came out losing. "Well, I told you my story, now you have to tell me yours, a deals a deal."
"Damn," he joked trying to hide his tears, "OK, here it goes...I'm really an alien sent here to kill you."
"I KNEW IT!" They laughed at this and it was greatly needed. When they had calmed down, Gordo began his story. Starting with knowing Lizzie since they were in diapers and meeting Miranda in preschool. Explaining many important things in their friendship and how they always stuck together through thick and thin, but how he wasn't sure they'd survive what was happening now. Though he didn't confess of loving Lizzie, Chris could tell, but didn't say anything about it. After both their stories were told, they returned back to their walk. There was silence again, but it was comfortable this time and they welcomed it. Taking a break from their hurtful pasts and presents, they got something to eat and began chatting up a storm. Their topics ranged from their future, to their favorite foods and Gordo was shocked that their conversations never steered to make-up, clothes, or how completely cute Ethan was. Chris was like no other girl he had known, she was didn't obsess over not having a boyfriend or how she looked, and her most intriguing quality was that she felt that the girls like Kate were superficial bitches who will never get anywhere in this world.
"Gordo?" He was awaken from his trance by Miranda, he hadn't realized the phone was still on his ear. "Gordo?" she repeated getting annoyed.
"Yeah, what?" Gordo mumbled out.
"We just asked you what you ended up doing all night?" Miranda again spoke.
"Well, I.." You ended up spending the whole night with someone who wasn't occupied by the little things in life, like her hair, and realized that there were actually people out there who could go five minutes without mention Ethan Craft, his mind told him and he was about to tell them the same, but didn't feel like getting into a fight right now. The night had been to perfect to ruin it now. "I felt a little sick so Chris walked me home," he lied.
"Ooh, Chris and Gordo sitting in a tree..." Miranda teased. Although he was angry, he laughed at this anyway, before singing Miranda and Tudgeman sitting in a tree. He heard Lizzie's laugh and stopped mid-giggle. Hearing her laugh made all his feelings of hate and violation reentered him and just couldn't take it anymore. He just slammed the phone, causing to hang up, and he started drifting off into dreamland, replaying the night over and over in his head. He fell asleep thinking of the stranger he had met just this afternoon, who quickly changed into a friend, or maybe something more.
"Gordo?" Mrs. Gordon yelled as Gordo walked through the door. He found her in the kitchen clenching the receiver of the phone. "Oh, there you are. Lizzie's on the phone." He wanted to tell her that he couldn't stand to speak to the new Mrs. Craft and her shallow tendencies, and no matter how much he loved her, she would never return it, as long as Ethan was on the same planet. Gordo contemplated this, but then realized if these words did spill out of his mouth his mother and father would have a three hour discussion that usually sounded like they were reading from a parenting book. It was the curse of having therapists instead of parents. He just nodded at his mother and said he would take it in his room.
"Lizzie?" The word spit off Gordo's tongue as if it were a poisonous disease.
"Hey, Gordo," she said after the shock of how her name was said wore off. "Miranda's here too, we're on 3-way." He figured they had called to apologize for ditching him, but was sadly corrected.
"We were wondering where you disappeared to after the movie," Miranda finally spoke. "When we got up to leave you weren't there?" AFTER THE MOVIE?! They hadn't even noticed he had left beforehand and that he wasn't sitting there.
"Actually," Gordo said trying to control his anger, "I left before the movie even started."
"You did?" his "goddess" said with not even the slightest bit of concern in her voice, "Well you missed a good time. Afterwards we went out for pizza and Ethan...." Gordo stopped listening to this, he couldn't take any more of her night out with Ethan. She didn't even have the decency to ask where he had been or why he left so early. Lizzie and Miranda, the only people in the world he had ever cared about in his entire life, didn't even care what happened to him. It made him glare with disgust into space, but then he thought of what had happened after leaving, and smiled.
Gordo and Chris walked out of the theater side-by-side, in silence, not sure of where they were heading, but going there anyway. Neither of them were quite sure of what to say, there were no words to take away the hurt felt inside. The silence kept screaming in Chris's ear, until she finally couldn't take it anymore and broke it.
"So, do you want to get something to eat?"
"I know what you're trying to do." Gordo said with a quick smirk, "You want to know what's going on with Miranda, Lizzie, and I, aren't you?" He eyed her with a look as if he were a police officer interrogating a murderer and knowing his deadly secret.
"You figured me out. Congratulations you discovered my secret." Chris joked that got a smile out of Gordo. He didn't know if he could trust her, confide in her his life story, and not the edited one Lizzie and Miranda had received, but when he looked at her smile somehow he knew he could. He lead her to a bench, took a deep breath, and was about to start, but rethought his options and decided against it, for now anyway.
"I'll make you a deal, you tell me what I want to know and I'll tell you what you want to know." He slyly said. Chris gave a confused look, not actually sure of where this was heading. He knew he was butting in to business that was not his to know which could make Chris mad, but took the risk anyway. "Well, tell me about your father. What happened on the phone with him?" He didn't mean to be so direct, he had planned on working his way to that particular question, but didn't have the patience. Her whole body seemed to tense up at the mention of her father.
"Oh," she finally said with a hurt in her eyes. "You heard that?" Gordo nodded wishing he hadn't. "Well, there isn't much to say, I guess. My mother and....him, weren't married long. He was 25 fresh out of college, she was 19 and beautiful in his eyes, or at least that's what he used to tell me. They thought what they felt was love and after only one month, they were married and a year later they had a brand new baby. I remember screaming in the middle of the night whenever I heard thunderand him coming to my room. I was never a big fan of thunder storms." She smiled while staring into the past. "I also remember thinking that things would always stay the same...magical." Her eyes began to water as she mentioned the next part. "Then I remember when the magic disappeared, I was only 3 at the time, but I remember it clearly. He came home late again one night and my mother just couldn't take it anymore. They had had arguments before, but not ones that lasted this long. After what seemed like forever I finally heard him say the three little words that changed my life forever, work comes first. He tried to say he didn't mean it that way, but it was too late....and he was gone. Sure, I saw him sometimes on holidays, but it was never the same. I woke up in the middle of night when I was around 4 hearing thunder and started to cry, but he wasn't there and that's when I finally knew....my life would never be the same." Chris looked at Gordo who's eyes were red from tears, apparently her story had moved him. "I've never told anyone that before." She tried to force a smile, but came out losing. "Well, I told you my story, now you have to tell me yours, a deals a deal."
"Damn," he joked trying to hide his tears, "OK, here it goes...I'm really an alien sent here to kill you."
"I KNEW IT!" They laughed at this and it was greatly needed. When they had calmed down, Gordo began his story. Starting with knowing Lizzie since they were in diapers and meeting Miranda in preschool. Explaining many important things in their friendship and how they always stuck together through thick and thin, but how he wasn't sure they'd survive what was happening now. Though he didn't confess of loving Lizzie, Chris could tell, but didn't say anything about it. After both their stories were told, they returned back to their walk. There was silence again, but it was comfortable this time and they welcomed it. Taking a break from their hurtful pasts and presents, they got something to eat and began chatting up a storm. Their topics ranged from their future, to their favorite foods and Gordo was shocked that their conversations never steered to make-up, clothes, or how completely cute Ethan was. Chris was like no other girl he had known, she was didn't obsess over not having a boyfriend or how she looked, and her most intriguing quality was that she felt that the girls like Kate were superficial bitches who will never get anywhere in this world.
"Gordo?" He was awaken from his trance by Miranda, he hadn't realized the phone was still on his ear. "Gordo?" she repeated getting annoyed.
"Yeah, what?" Gordo mumbled out.
"We just asked you what you ended up doing all night?" Miranda again spoke.
"Well, I.." You ended up spending the whole night with someone who wasn't occupied by the little things in life, like her hair, and realized that there were actually people out there who could go five minutes without mention Ethan Craft, his mind told him and he was about to tell them the same, but didn't feel like getting into a fight right now. The night had been to perfect to ruin it now. "I felt a little sick so Chris walked me home," he lied.
"Ooh, Chris and Gordo sitting in a tree..." Miranda teased. Although he was angry, he laughed at this anyway, before singing Miranda and Tudgeman sitting in a tree. He heard Lizzie's laugh and stopped mid-giggle. Hearing her laugh made all his feelings of hate and violation reentered him and just couldn't take it anymore. He just slammed the phone, causing to hang up, and he started drifting off into dreamland, replaying the night over and over in his head. He fell asleep thinking of the stranger he had met just this afternoon, who quickly changed into a friend, or maybe something more.