A/N Please continue to review. Also, to the reviewer that said that
Miranda's name is Josh, thank you. I corrected that. When I wrote that,
fanfiction.net was down and I was too lazy to look it up otherwise. I was
probably talking to a Jason at the time, too.
Disclaimer: I only own Jeremy
Chapter Eighteen
Gordo: Ethan Craft?
Lizzie: Do I detect a little jealousy in your tone?
Gordo: No, no you don't, but why Ethan Craft of all people?
Lizzie: Actually, one of the things Miranda and I talked about at the hospital was Ethan. He was in the hospital not long ago.
Gordo: Really?
Lizzie: Yes, really. Anyway, please go to my apartment and ask the landlord, Mrs. Banks, for a key. She will ask you a few questions, but I will call ahead and tell her to expect you.
Gordo: Why can't your landlord just do it?
Lizzie: I would rather my landlord not go through my personal stuff. I feel I can trust you.
Gordo: I am honored. Where is the address?
Lizzie: In my address book that I have had for over ten years.
Gordo: You still have that thing?
Lizzie: Yes, I do. Anyway, it should be on the table next to my bed in my bedroom. Got that?
Gordo: Yes. I will do that sometime tomorrow.
Lizzie: Thank you. Call me when you have the number. Also, call me if the landlord gives you any trouble.
Gordo: Okay. Anything else?
Lizzie: Let me think . . . nope, that should be it. Thank you so much, David Gordon! I love you!
Gordo: I love you, too! Bye.
Lizzie: Bye!
*Click *
Lizzie then proceeded to order a pizza.
Lizzie: Jeremy, what do you want on your pizza?
She wasn't quite sure she was asking a three year old what he wanted on his pizza.
Jeremy: Peanut butter!
Lizzie: You silly boy! Do you want cheese?
Jeremy: Cheese! Extra cheese!
Lizzie: Extra cheese, it is!
Lizzie then called the pizza place and ordered an extra- cheese pizza.
Lizzie and Jeremy spent the night hanging out and watching movies. At around nine, Lizzie decided that maybe they should go to bed.
~~The Next Day at Lizzie's Apartment in Austin~~
At around 5 PM, Gordo headed for Lizzie's apartment after a really long day at work. He had to admit that he was looking forward to seeing Lizzie's current apartment. He tried to imagine what it would look like, all clean and neat, like theirs was five years ago, but on the other hand, Lizzie didn't seem as obsessively neat as she used to.
Mrs. Banks didn't give Gordo too much trouble. She let him in after asking him a few questions, and he explained that he was Lizzie's former ex. She let him in after that. Gordo could not decide whether he would want such a trustworthy person as his landlord.
When he entered the apartment, the lights were all off and it was completely dark. I felt around with his hands for the light switch. When he finally found the switch and turned the lights on, he was somewhat impressed. The room that one first sees, the living room had a few toys and magazines on the floor, but other than that, it was pretty clean. Well, clean, considering Lizzie was living with a toddler.
Even though he told himself he was going to go straight for the bedroom and not let curiosity get the better of him, well, curiosity got the better of him, and he looked around the apartment.
First, he entered the kitchen, which was adjacent to the living room. On the refrigerator, there were a few forms, including preschool and work related forms. There were also three or four drawings that Jeremy drew. On the kitchen counter, there was a bunch of mail, and a note, which Gordo read. It said in sort of fancy scribbled handwriting:
Lizzie- Hey, Babe! How was the trip? I know I said I would be picking up your mail for the entire month, but something came up, so I asked my friend, Nathan to pick it up. Actually, you know him. I can't wait to hear about your trip. Love you tons! Stan
"Who is Stan?" Gordo thought to himself. He then headed off to the hallway, where there were four doors. He opened the first one, and it was a closet. He opened the one across from the closet, and it was a bathroom. Next to the bathroom was Jeremy's room. Jeremy's room looked pretty neat. He had pictures on his wall of trains and movie posters. Then there was the very last room. Lizzie's room. He opened the door to find a large master bedroom with one large bed. There was also a TV, and two doors that connected to a bathroom and a walk-in closet. There was also a bureau, which had a lot of pictures and stuff. He started to look at the pictures. To his surprise, there were a few pictures that had him in them. They weren't recent, but they were from their childhood and adolescence. He was so occupied with the bureau that he almost forgot his primary reason for being there. He looked over at the table next to the bed, and sure enough there was the same address book he remembered sitting there. The names were listed alphabetically; so he went straight to "C" and quickly found "Craft, Ethan." He didn't have a piece of paper or pen with him, so he looked in the drawer and found a legal pad and a fine point Sharpie. When they were living together, she had everything in her table drawer. She hasn't changed much. He quickly wrote down the phone number and address, and was about to close the book when once again, curiosity got the better of him. He innocently paged his way to the "G" section of the address book. Sure enough, his old childhood address was entered as one of the first entries. It was crossed out, and written above it was the address he had when he was in college, but that was also crossed out. He scanned the "G's" more, and one of the last entries, there was "Gordon, David" along with the address and phone number he and Lizzie shared when they were living together. It wasn't crossed out, though.
After he finished getting the number, he walked out of the room, turning all the lights out. He decided to look at the living room before he left. There were a few shelves with pictures and albums. He looked at the pictures on the shelves for a while, and they were mostly baby pictures of Jeremy. "He really does look a lot like me," Gordo thought to himself. The pictures were fascinating and all, but a few of the albums also caught his eye. Among them, there was a scrapbook that Lizzie made when she was in middle school. It had pictures of Miranda, Gordo, and herself along with tickets and other random things. That is not what caught his eye, though. There was another album that Gordo was curious about. He pulled it out, and sure enough, it was exactly what he thought it was- the album Lizzie begged Gordo to get her for her twenty-second birthday. He opened it up, and the first picture that he inserted was still there. It was a picture of her and Gordo, and underneath, there was the caption, "Always and Forever." He stared at the picture for a long time, when suddenly the phone started to ring.
He entered back into reality, and walked toward the phone. He looked at the caller I.D. "Hold, Stan" This was his chance to find out who Stan was. He picked up the phone.
Gordo: Hello?
Stan: H- Who is this?
Gordo: I am David Gordon. Who are you?
Stan: David Gordon . . . where have I heard that name?
Gordo: I used to go out with Lizzie. Who are you?
Stan: I am Stan. I work with Lizzie and live in this apartment building. Wait, why are you in her apartment?
Gordo: She wanted me to look something up for her.
Stan: So, are you two going out again? You know, Jeremy is precious.
Stan sure does know a lot about him Gordo thought.
Gordo: Th-thank you.
Stan: Oh, sorry. I almost forgot why I called. Will you please pass the following information to Lizzie?
Gordo: Sure.
Stan: I need for you to tell her that I will be out of town myself for a while. My mother is in the hospital.
Gordo: I am sorry to hear that.
Stan: Anyway, please pass on to her that I will not be back until the Friday after she returns. My good friend, Nathan, is going to be dropping off her mail.
Gordo: Okay. I will pass that information on. Thank you! Bye!
Stan: Bye.
Gordo hung up the phone. He quickly looked around to make sure everything was the was it was when he entered the apartment, and then he left.
When Gordo arrived home, he ate a quick frozen dinner and carried the portable kitchen phone into the den, where he would call Lizzie. Sam McGuire picked the phone up.
Sam: Hello?
Gordo: Mr. McGuire? This is Gordo. May I please speak to-
Sam: Hold on.
Lizzie: Hey! So, did you get the number?
Gordo: Yep. It is right here.
Gordo gave her the number.
Lizzie: Thanks! Did you have any problems at my apartment? Mrs. Banks didn't give you any trouble, did she?
Gordo: Oh, no. Stan called.
Lizzie: Really? How is he?
Gordo: He is fine. His mother is in the hospital, though.
Lizzie: Again? Poor thing. What did he want?
Gordo: He wanted to tell you that he is going to be out of town and not be back until after you come home.
Lizzie: Okay. Is Nathan getting my mail, then?
Gordo: How did you know?
Lizzie: That is Stan's boyfriend.
Gordo: Oh.
Lizzie: I have to go eat dinner, but call me tomorrow. Bye!
Gordo: Bye!
~Lizzie~
Lizzie hung up the phone and ate dinner with her family. After dinner, she decided to try and call Ethan. She dialed the number, and a male voice picked up the phone. "Hello?"
Disclaimer: I only own Jeremy
Chapter Eighteen
Gordo: Ethan Craft?
Lizzie: Do I detect a little jealousy in your tone?
Gordo: No, no you don't, but why Ethan Craft of all people?
Lizzie: Actually, one of the things Miranda and I talked about at the hospital was Ethan. He was in the hospital not long ago.
Gordo: Really?
Lizzie: Yes, really. Anyway, please go to my apartment and ask the landlord, Mrs. Banks, for a key. She will ask you a few questions, but I will call ahead and tell her to expect you.
Gordo: Why can't your landlord just do it?
Lizzie: I would rather my landlord not go through my personal stuff. I feel I can trust you.
Gordo: I am honored. Where is the address?
Lizzie: In my address book that I have had for over ten years.
Gordo: You still have that thing?
Lizzie: Yes, I do. Anyway, it should be on the table next to my bed in my bedroom. Got that?
Gordo: Yes. I will do that sometime tomorrow.
Lizzie: Thank you. Call me when you have the number. Also, call me if the landlord gives you any trouble.
Gordo: Okay. Anything else?
Lizzie: Let me think . . . nope, that should be it. Thank you so much, David Gordon! I love you!
Gordo: I love you, too! Bye.
Lizzie: Bye!
*Click *
Lizzie then proceeded to order a pizza.
Lizzie: Jeremy, what do you want on your pizza?
She wasn't quite sure she was asking a three year old what he wanted on his pizza.
Jeremy: Peanut butter!
Lizzie: You silly boy! Do you want cheese?
Jeremy: Cheese! Extra cheese!
Lizzie: Extra cheese, it is!
Lizzie then called the pizza place and ordered an extra- cheese pizza.
Lizzie and Jeremy spent the night hanging out and watching movies. At around nine, Lizzie decided that maybe they should go to bed.
~~The Next Day at Lizzie's Apartment in Austin~~
At around 5 PM, Gordo headed for Lizzie's apartment after a really long day at work. He had to admit that he was looking forward to seeing Lizzie's current apartment. He tried to imagine what it would look like, all clean and neat, like theirs was five years ago, but on the other hand, Lizzie didn't seem as obsessively neat as she used to.
Mrs. Banks didn't give Gordo too much trouble. She let him in after asking him a few questions, and he explained that he was Lizzie's former ex. She let him in after that. Gordo could not decide whether he would want such a trustworthy person as his landlord.
When he entered the apartment, the lights were all off and it was completely dark. I felt around with his hands for the light switch. When he finally found the switch and turned the lights on, he was somewhat impressed. The room that one first sees, the living room had a few toys and magazines on the floor, but other than that, it was pretty clean. Well, clean, considering Lizzie was living with a toddler.
Even though he told himself he was going to go straight for the bedroom and not let curiosity get the better of him, well, curiosity got the better of him, and he looked around the apartment.
First, he entered the kitchen, which was adjacent to the living room. On the refrigerator, there were a few forms, including preschool and work related forms. There were also three or four drawings that Jeremy drew. On the kitchen counter, there was a bunch of mail, and a note, which Gordo read. It said in sort of fancy scribbled handwriting:
Lizzie- Hey, Babe! How was the trip? I know I said I would be picking up your mail for the entire month, but something came up, so I asked my friend, Nathan to pick it up. Actually, you know him. I can't wait to hear about your trip. Love you tons! Stan
"Who is Stan?" Gordo thought to himself. He then headed off to the hallway, where there were four doors. He opened the first one, and it was a closet. He opened the one across from the closet, and it was a bathroom. Next to the bathroom was Jeremy's room. Jeremy's room looked pretty neat. He had pictures on his wall of trains and movie posters. Then there was the very last room. Lizzie's room. He opened the door to find a large master bedroom with one large bed. There was also a TV, and two doors that connected to a bathroom and a walk-in closet. There was also a bureau, which had a lot of pictures and stuff. He started to look at the pictures. To his surprise, there were a few pictures that had him in them. They weren't recent, but they were from their childhood and adolescence. He was so occupied with the bureau that he almost forgot his primary reason for being there. He looked over at the table next to the bed, and sure enough there was the same address book he remembered sitting there. The names were listed alphabetically; so he went straight to "C" and quickly found "Craft, Ethan." He didn't have a piece of paper or pen with him, so he looked in the drawer and found a legal pad and a fine point Sharpie. When they were living together, she had everything in her table drawer. She hasn't changed much. He quickly wrote down the phone number and address, and was about to close the book when once again, curiosity got the better of him. He innocently paged his way to the "G" section of the address book. Sure enough, his old childhood address was entered as one of the first entries. It was crossed out, and written above it was the address he had when he was in college, but that was also crossed out. He scanned the "G's" more, and one of the last entries, there was "Gordon, David" along with the address and phone number he and Lizzie shared when they were living together. It wasn't crossed out, though.
After he finished getting the number, he walked out of the room, turning all the lights out. He decided to look at the living room before he left. There were a few shelves with pictures and albums. He looked at the pictures on the shelves for a while, and they were mostly baby pictures of Jeremy. "He really does look a lot like me," Gordo thought to himself. The pictures were fascinating and all, but a few of the albums also caught his eye. Among them, there was a scrapbook that Lizzie made when she was in middle school. It had pictures of Miranda, Gordo, and herself along with tickets and other random things. That is not what caught his eye, though. There was another album that Gordo was curious about. He pulled it out, and sure enough, it was exactly what he thought it was- the album Lizzie begged Gordo to get her for her twenty-second birthday. He opened it up, and the first picture that he inserted was still there. It was a picture of her and Gordo, and underneath, there was the caption, "Always and Forever." He stared at the picture for a long time, when suddenly the phone started to ring.
He entered back into reality, and walked toward the phone. He looked at the caller I.D. "Hold, Stan" This was his chance to find out who Stan was. He picked up the phone.
Gordo: Hello?
Stan: H- Who is this?
Gordo: I am David Gordon. Who are you?
Stan: David Gordon . . . where have I heard that name?
Gordo: I used to go out with Lizzie. Who are you?
Stan: I am Stan. I work with Lizzie and live in this apartment building. Wait, why are you in her apartment?
Gordo: She wanted me to look something up for her.
Stan: So, are you two going out again? You know, Jeremy is precious.
Stan sure does know a lot about him Gordo thought.
Gordo: Th-thank you.
Stan: Oh, sorry. I almost forgot why I called. Will you please pass the following information to Lizzie?
Gordo: Sure.
Stan: I need for you to tell her that I will be out of town myself for a while. My mother is in the hospital.
Gordo: I am sorry to hear that.
Stan: Anyway, please pass on to her that I will not be back until the Friday after she returns. My good friend, Nathan, is going to be dropping off her mail.
Gordo: Okay. I will pass that information on. Thank you! Bye!
Stan: Bye.
Gordo hung up the phone. He quickly looked around to make sure everything was the was it was when he entered the apartment, and then he left.
When Gordo arrived home, he ate a quick frozen dinner and carried the portable kitchen phone into the den, where he would call Lizzie. Sam McGuire picked the phone up.
Sam: Hello?
Gordo: Mr. McGuire? This is Gordo. May I please speak to-
Sam: Hold on.
Lizzie: Hey! So, did you get the number?
Gordo: Yep. It is right here.
Gordo gave her the number.
Lizzie: Thanks! Did you have any problems at my apartment? Mrs. Banks didn't give you any trouble, did she?
Gordo: Oh, no. Stan called.
Lizzie: Really? How is he?
Gordo: He is fine. His mother is in the hospital, though.
Lizzie: Again? Poor thing. What did he want?
Gordo: He wanted to tell you that he is going to be out of town and not be back until after you come home.
Lizzie: Okay. Is Nathan getting my mail, then?
Gordo: How did you know?
Lizzie: That is Stan's boyfriend.
Gordo: Oh.
Lizzie: I have to go eat dinner, but call me tomorrow. Bye!
Gordo: Bye!
~Lizzie~
Lizzie hung up the phone and ate dinner with her family. After dinner, she decided to try and call Ethan. She dialed the number, and a male voice picked up the phone. "Hello?"