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Chapter Nineteen
Lizzie: Hi. Is this Ethan Craft?
Voice: This is he.
Lizzie: Um, hi. Ethan, this is Lizzie . . . Lizzie McGuire. We used to go to school together.
Ethan: Lizzie! Oh my gosh! I thought you moved away.
Lizzie: I did. I am in town for a while, though.
Ethan: Are you still hangin' with Gordo? You two were inseparable in highschool.
Lizzie: Yeah, we are. We weren't for a while, but things are starting again. Enough about me, what about you? How have you been? Hospital . . . oh yeah, Miranda told me you were in the hospital for a long time.
Ethan: Hospital, huh? Is that what they are calling it?
Lizzie: Why were you there?
Ethan: Long story. Anyway, how long are you in town?
Lizzie: For another week or so.
Ethan: Cool. We should have lunch sometime or something before you leave.
Lizzie: Yeah, sure. When?
Ethan: Um, how about Wednesday at the Steak Hut.
Lizzie: Okay.
Ethan: Cool. I will see you there at noon.
Lizzie: I'll be there.
Ethan: I have to go. I will see you then. Bye!
Lizzie: Bye!
Lizzie hung up the phone. Wednesday was two days from then.
~~Two Days Later~~
Lizzie was running late as she was going to meet Ethan. Jeremy was feeling sick, so she spent a long time debating whether or not she should cancel. After a while and a lot of convincing from her father that he would take care of Jeremy, she left.
When she reached the restaurant, she immediately found Ethan. He had . . . changed a lot from high school. He was a little overweight, wore a 5 o'clock shadow, but despite all the changes he looked happy. Lizzie walked toward him.
Lizzie: Hey!
Ethan stood up.
Ethan: Hello, Lizzie. How are you?
Lizzie: I am doing well.
Ethan: You know, you haven't changed at all since the last time I saw you.
Lizzie: Oh, Ethan, stop. So what have you been up to these past few years?
Ethan: Well, they have been quite eventful. What about you?
Lizzie: Well, I have been relatively busy with work; I am an assistant to a designer, by the way. But also, I have a son, so I am busy with him.
Ethan: A son, huh? Who is the father?
Lizzie: Gordo.
Ethan: Interesting. How old is the son?
Lizzie: Three.
Ethan: Last night you said you and Gordo broke up and recently got back together, though.
Lizzie: We did break up, we just broke up and he recently found out about Jeremy, our son.
Ethan: Cool.
Lizzie: What about you? I want to know what has happened with you. You seem to have changed.
He was obviously hesitating about saying something.
Ethan: Well, lets just say that these past few years have really changed my life.
Lizzie: What happened?
Ethan was definitely debating whether or not to say something. Finally, he gave up.
Ethan: Lizzie . . . you know that hospital I was in?
Lizzie: Yeah, what were you in there for anyway?
Ethan: You see that's the thing. It wasn't really a hospital. It was a mental clinic. I was messed up after college, man. I would get so drunk I couldn't see straight. I experimented with drugs and all kind of things. And I will be the first on to tell you; I was not a happy drunk. One time, I was so drunk that the last thing I remember is waking up in a hospital bed.
Lizzie was silent.
Ethan: I asked the doctor why I was in there, and he told me what happened. The night before, I tried to steal some sheep from a farm and later that night, I almost jumped off a steep hill. I tried to commit suicide, Lizzie.
Lizzie: Oh my! How long were you in the hospital?
Ethan: The generic hospital I was in for about four days. I ended up passing out and fell and ended up rolling down the hill. The doctor said that the only way I could probably get out of charges or go to jail was if I went to a mental clinic. My first though was 'man.a mental clinic? You have to be kidding." But it turned out; people were actually scared for me and my life. I was drunk all the time and I would usually drink until I passed out. I didn't have a choice, really. I went to the clinic and stayed there for about ten months. During those ten months, I had like this amazing self discovery and had time for a lot of thinking. I couldn't drink or do drugs, so I was miserable for the first few weeks. Then, I started talking to people. These people are amazing. I got so much out of it.
Lizzie: Well, that's good.
Ethan: That was three years ago. I have been sober for almost four years now. I can't be happier, either. I might have gained some weight and all, but I have changed. I have a great girlfiend, a dog, and a nice home. I don't take life for granted and I don't care what people think. The whole reason I did drugs and drank was because of peer pressure. Those peers are not what they wanted to be. I really have changed and I am thankful I have a chance to live my story.
Lizzie: I can tell.
Ethan: That is good. Will you do me a favor and tell Miranda and Gordo and all those people my story? It is a hard story to tell, but I don't want them to think I was in a hospital. They deserve the truth. I feel a lot better telling you.
Lizzie: I will. I have so much admiration for you.
They continued to talk lightly about their lives. Lizzie told Ethan "The Gordo Story" up until where they are currently. They both left about an hour later.
Ethan: We will keep in touch. Tell Gordo I said hi and give Miranda a hug for me.
Lizzie: Okay
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Lizzie drove home with a lot on her mind. The trip was quite a trip. First Gordo, then Kate, then Ethan. Wow. I don't know how much more I can handle.
When Lizzie got home, though, she had her own trouble to deal with. Jeremy was really sick. Sam said he was throwing up and that Jeremy said his tummy hurt. Jeremy was currently on the living room sofa eating a cracker.
Lizzie: Dad, have you let him drink anything?
Sam: A little, but everything I give him, he regurgitates. He has been throwing up for the past hour now.
Lizzie: Maybe he needs fluids. A friend's child was once sick for about a week, and she took her to the doctor finally. She was dehydrated and really needed fluids. She was in the hospital overnight because she was just a baby.
Sam: I guess that might be a good idea, but what should I give him?
Lizzie: Do we have any Gatorade?
Sam: No, but I can go can get some.
Lizzie: Thanks.
Sam: I will get them right now.
Lizzie: Thank you.
Sam left Lizzie with Jeremy. Lizzie sat next to Jeremy and wasn't sitting there for three minutes before he was throwing up again. Lizzie stood up and carried Jeremy to the bathroom hurriedly. She cleaned him off, and took of the now dirty clothes, and just let him be near the sink in only his underwear. When it seemed like he was finished, Lizzie led Jeremy to the kitchen, so he could sit on the floor as she cleaned up the sofa and his clothes.
She was just finishing the sofa when Sam returned with the Gatorade. He walked in to see Jeremy with only his underwear.
Sam: Did he throw up again?
Lizzie: Yeah.
Sam: Poor thing.
Lizzie: I know. Did you get the Gatorade?
Sam: Yep. Here.
Sam handed Lizzie the gallon of red Gatorade.
Lizzie: Thanks. I hope this works.
Lizzie poured Jeremy some Gatorade in a cup. Just as she was going this, the phone rang. Sam answered it.
Sam: Hello? Hey, Gordo, listen can Lizzie call you back? Jeremy is not feeling well, and she is kind of busy. Well, he threw up. He will be fine soon. Okay, I will definitely tell her to call you as soon as she can. Bye!
He hung up the phone.
Lizzie: Did he say what he wanted?
Sam: Not really.
Jeremy was throwing up again. He was crying, too. Lizzie handled Jeremy while Sam agreed to help. Jo came home eventually and also helped.
The rest of the afternoon and night were pretty much like that. Jeremy was asleep by nine. Lizzie was to tired to call Gordo, so she went to sleep in the same room as Jeremy, just in case he got sick in the night.
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Chapter Nineteen
Lizzie: Hi. Is this Ethan Craft?
Voice: This is he.
Lizzie: Um, hi. Ethan, this is Lizzie . . . Lizzie McGuire. We used to go to school together.
Ethan: Lizzie! Oh my gosh! I thought you moved away.
Lizzie: I did. I am in town for a while, though.
Ethan: Are you still hangin' with Gordo? You two were inseparable in highschool.
Lizzie: Yeah, we are. We weren't for a while, but things are starting again. Enough about me, what about you? How have you been? Hospital . . . oh yeah, Miranda told me you were in the hospital for a long time.
Ethan: Hospital, huh? Is that what they are calling it?
Lizzie: Why were you there?
Ethan: Long story. Anyway, how long are you in town?
Lizzie: For another week or so.
Ethan: Cool. We should have lunch sometime or something before you leave.
Lizzie: Yeah, sure. When?
Ethan: Um, how about Wednesday at the Steak Hut.
Lizzie: Okay.
Ethan: Cool. I will see you there at noon.
Lizzie: I'll be there.
Ethan: I have to go. I will see you then. Bye!
Lizzie: Bye!
Lizzie hung up the phone. Wednesday was two days from then.
~~Two Days Later~~
Lizzie was running late as she was going to meet Ethan. Jeremy was feeling sick, so she spent a long time debating whether or not she should cancel. After a while and a lot of convincing from her father that he would take care of Jeremy, she left.
When she reached the restaurant, she immediately found Ethan. He had . . . changed a lot from high school. He was a little overweight, wore a 5 o'clock shadow, but despite all the changes he looked happy. Lizzie walked toward him.
Lizzie: Hey!
Ethan stood up.
Ethan: Hello, Lizzie. How are you?
Lizzie: I am doing well.
Ethan: You know, you haven't changed at all since the last time I saw you.
Lizzie: Oh, Ethan, stop. So what have you been up to these past few years?
Ethan: Well, they have been quite eventful. What about you?
Lizzie: Well, I have been relatively busy with work; I am an assistant to a designer, by the way. But also, I have a son, so I am busy with him.
Ethan: A son, huh? Who is the father?
Lizzie: Gordo.
Ethan: Interesting. How old is the son?
Lizzie: Three.
Ethan: Last night you said you and Gordo broke up and recently got back together, though.
Lizzie: We did break up, we just broke up and he recently found out about Jeremy, our son.
Ethan: Cool.
Lizzie: What about you? I want to know what has happened with you. You seem to have changed.
He was obviously hesitating about saying something.
Ethan: Well, lets just say that these past few years have really changed my life.
Lizzie: What happened?
Ethan was definitely debating whether or not to say something. Finally, he gave up.
Ethan: Lizzie . . . you know that hospital I was in?
Lizzie: Yeah, what were you in there for anyway?
Ethan: You see that's the thing. It wasn't really a hospital. It was a mental clinic. I was messed up after college, man. I would get so drunk I couldn't see straight. I experimented with drugs and all kind of things. And I will be the first on to tell you; I was not a happy drunk. One time, I was so drunk that the last thing I remember is waking up in a hospital bed.
Lizzie was silent.
Ethan: I asked the doctor why I was in there, and he told me what happened. The night before, I tried to steal some sheep from a farm and later that night, I almost jumped off a steep hill. I tried to commit suicide, Lizzie.
Lizzie: Oh my! How long were you in the hospital?
Ethan: The generic hospital I was in for about four days. I ended up passing out and fell and ended up rolling down the hill. The doctor said that the only way I could probably get out of charges or go to jail was if I went to a mental clinic. My first though was 'man.a mental clinic? You have to be kidding." But it turned out; people were actually scared for me and my life. I was drunk all the time and I would usually drink until I passed out. I didn't have a choice, really. I went to the clinic and stayed there for about ten months. During those ten months, I had like this amazing self discovery and had time for a lot of thinking. I couldn't drink or do drugs, so I was miserable for the first few weeks. Then, I started talking to people. These people are amazing. I got so much out of it.
Lizzie: Well, that's good.
Ethan: That was three years ago. I have been sober for almost four years now. I can't be happier, either. I might have gained some weight and all, but I have changed. I have a great girlfiend, a dog, and a nice home. I don't take life for granted and I don't care what people think. The whole reason I did drugs and drank was because of peer pressure. Those peers are not what they wanted to be. I really have changed and I am thankful I have a chance to live my story.
Lizzie: I can tell.
Ethan: That is good. Will you do me a favor and tell Miranda and Gordo and all those people my story? It is a hard story to tell, but I don't want them to think I was in a hospital. They deserve the truth. I feel a lot better telling you.
Lizzie: I will. I have so much admiration for you.
They continued to talk lightly about their lives. Lizzie told Ethan "The Gordo Story" up until where they are currently. They both left about an hour later.
Ethan: We will keep in touch. Tell Gordo I said hi and give Miranda a hug for me.
Lizzie: Okay
~~
Lizzie drove home with a lot on her mind. The trip was quite a trip. First Gordo, then Kate, then Ethan. Wow. I don't know how much more I can handle.
When Lizzie got home, though, she had her own trouble to deal with. Jeremy was really sick. Sam said he was throwing up and that Jeremy said his tummy hurt. Jeremy was currently on the living room sofa eating a cracker.
Lizzie: Dad, have you let him drink anything?
Sam: A little, but everything I give him, he regurgitates. He has been throwing up for the past hour now.
Lizzie: Maybe he needs fluids. A friend's child was once sick for about a week, and she took her to the doctor finally. She was dehydrated and really needed fluids. She was in the hospital overnight because she was just a baby.
Sam: I guess that might be a good idea, but what should I give him?
Lizzie: Do we have any Gatorade?
Sam: No, but I can go can get some.
Lizzie: Thanks.
Sam: I will get them right now.
Lizzie: Thank you.
Sam left Lizzie with Jeremy. Lizzie sat next to Jeremy and wasn't sitting there for three minutes before he was throwing up again. Lizzie stood up and carried Jeremy to the bathroom hurriedly. She cleaned him off, and took of the now dirty clothes, and just let him be near the sink in only his underwear. When it seemed like he was finished, Lizzie led Jeremy to the kitchen, so he could sit on the floor as she cleaned up the sofa and his clothes.
She was just finishing the sofa when Sam returned with the Gatorade. He walked in to see Jeremy with only his underwear.
Sam: Did he throw up again?
Lizzie: Yeah.
Sam: Poor thing.
Lizzie: I know. Did you get the Gatorade?
Sam: Yep. Here.
Sam handed Lizzie the gallon of red Gatorade.
Lizzie: Thanks. I hope this works.
Lizzie poured Jeremy some Gatorade in a cup. Just as she was going this, the phone rang. Sam answered it.
Sam: Hello? Hey, Gordo, listen can Lizzie call you back? Jeremy is not feeling well, and she is kind of busy. Well, he threw up. He will be fine soon. Okay, I will definitely tell her to call you as soon as she can. Bye!
He hung up the phone.
Lizzie: Did he say what he wanted?
Sam: Not really.
Jeremy was throwing up again. He was crying, too. Lizzie handled Jeremy while Sam agreed to help. Jo came home eventually and also helped.
The rest of the afternoon and night were pretty much like that. Jeremy was asleep by nine. Lizzie was to tired to call Gordo, so she went to sleep in the same room as Jeremy, just in case he got sick in the night.
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