Natalia and I hung out for the rest of the night. We went to see the new
Bond movie and then we just hung around in the park.
Once I got home, I was desperate to call Lizzie. I ran up the stairs to my room and dialed her on my telephone.
"Hello, Mrs. McGuire. Is Lizzie there?" I asked.
"Um, no David. I'm sorry. She hasn't arrived home yet. But I'll tell her you called as soon as she gets home. Okay?" Mrs. McGuire said.
"Sure." I said thought very disappointed. I let out a deep sigh and placed the phone back on the receiver.
I tried to call Lizzie throughout the rest of the night and Saturday but she was never there.
How much time was she spending with ETHAN?
On Saturday night, I decided to call Natalia to see if she wanted to hang out at my house.
"Hey, um, is Natalia there?" I asked.
"Speaking," she replied.
"It's me, Gordo."
"What's up David?"
"Uh, are you busy tonight?"
"Don't you have plans with your perfect little girlfriend, Lizzie?"
"Do you not like Lizzie or something?"
"I don't know. She just seems shady to me."
"Oh. Well, no I don't have plans with Lizzie. I haven't spoken to her all weekend."
"Are you guys still fighting over the other night?"
"I guess so. So, are you free?"
"Of course I am, David. You don't see me hanging around any other students at this school, do you? Oh, God, did that sound sad?"
"Just a little. It's okay, though. Do you wanna hang out at my house? My parents aren't going to be home!"
What was I trying to do?
Am I trying to make my relationship with Lizzie even worse?
"Sure. I'll be over there in a few minutes."
"Great!"
I hung up the phone.
I hope I don't seem like a total jerk. I mean, I do love Lizzie, with all of my heart. But her recent flakiness has made some of my feelings go in question.
What if she really does still love Ethan?
No, no, get that dumb thought out of your mind. Ethan is moronic and isn't good enough for Lizzie.
Am I?
Suddenly the doorbell rang and I opened it.
"Anyone order a feisty Latina?" Natalia asked.
I laughed.
"Hey, come in!" I said.
I shut the door behind myself and led Natalia upstairs to my bedroom.
"Cool room! Very.nerdy?!?!" She said.
"Thanks." I said sarcastically.
"I meant it in a good way. So, one question."
"Yeah?"
"What's with all of the video tapes?"
"I like making movies."
"What kinds?"
"Any. Documentary, music, anything."
"Can I see one?"
"Sure, if you want to."
Natalia went over to my video case and pulled out a tape.
"Confessions of a Gordonic Mind. Hmmm. This looks good!" Natalia said.
"I don't think you want to see that one. It's really boring. It's just how I feel about some things." I told her.
"If it's about you, I wanna see it."
Natalia slipped the video into the VCR and pushed play.
VIDEO:
I cannot image a world where I exist. Where my heart means nothing more than a feather in the wind and my soul is empty. There must be something else.
SOMETHING ELSE.
Everything that I ultimately thought about what will happen between Lizzie and I seem to be disappearing. I confessed my feelings toward her and she totally disregarded them. I guess it wasn't the right time to tell her since she just found out Miranda killed her self.
It's just so hard to image. Miranda is gone. GONE! There will no longer be the three musketeers. Just Lizzie and I. If even that!
Natalia ran to the television and pressed stop.
"I don't think I want to watch anything else!" Natalia said rudely.
"But, I thought." I began before being interrupted.
"Just drop it, okay?!?! I gotta go!"
Natalia ran out of the room and slammed the door.
What happened?
Once I got home, I was desperate to call Lizzie. I ran up the stairs to my room and dialed her on my telephone.
"Hello, Mrs. McGuire. Is Lizzie there?" I asked.
"Um, no David. I'm sorry. She hasn't arrived home yet. But I'll tell her you called as soon as she gets home. Okay?" Mrs. McGuire said.
"Sure." I said thought very disappointed. I let out a deep sigh and placed the phone back on the receiver.
I tried to call Lizzie throughout the rest of the night and Saturday but she was never there.
How much time was she spending with ETHAN?
On Saturday night, I decided to call Natalia to see if she wanted to hang out at my house.
"Hey, um, is Natalia there?" I asked.
"Speaking," she replied.
"It's me, Gordo."
"What's up David?"
"Uh, are you busy tonight?"
"Don't you have plans with your perfect little girlfriend, Lizzie?"
"Do you not like Lizzie or something?"
"I don't know. She just seems shady to me."
"Oh. Well, no I don't have plans with Lizzie. I haven't spoken to her all weekend."
"Are you guys still fighting over the other night?"
"I guess so. So, are you free?"
"Of course I am, David. You don't see me hanging around any other students at this school, do you? Oh, God, did that sound sad?"
"Just a little. It's okay, though. Do you wanna hang out at my house? My parents aren't going to be home!"
What was I trying to do?
Am I trying to make my relationship with Lizzie even worse?
"Sure. I'll be over there in a few minutes."
"Great!"
I hung up the phone.
I hope I don't seem like a total jerk. I mean, I do love Lizzie, with all of my heart. But her recent flakiness has made some of my feelings go in question.
What if she really does still love Ethan?
No, no, get that dumb thought out of your mind. Ethan is moronic and isn't good enough for Lizzie.
Am I?
Suddenly the doorbell rang and I opened it.
"Anyone order a feisty Latina?" Natalia asked.
I laughed.
"Hey, come in!" I said.
I shut the door behind myself and led Natalia upstairs to my bedroom.
"Cool room! Very.nerdy?!?!" She said.
"Thanks." I said sarcastically.
"I meant it in a good way. So, one question."
"Yeah?"
"What's with all of the video tapes?"
"I like making movies."
"What kinds?"
"Any. Documentary, music, anything."
"Can I see one?"
"Sure, if you want to."
Natalia went over to my video case and pulled out a tape.
"Confessions of a Gordonic Mind. Hmmm. This looks good!" Natalia said.
"I don't think you want to see that one. It's really boring. It's just how I feel about some things." I told her.
"If it's about you, I wanna see it."
Natalia slipped the video into the VCR and pushed play.
VIDEO:
I cannot image a world where I exist. Where my heart means nothing more than a feather in the wind and my soul is empty. There must be something else.
SOMETHING ELSE.
Everything that I ultimately thought about what will happen between Lizzie and I seem to be disappearing. I confessed my feelings toward her and she totally disregarded them. I guess it wasn't the right time to tell her since she just found out Miranda killed her self.
It's just so hard to image. Miranda is gone. GONE! There will no longer be the three musketeers. Just Lizzie and I. If even that!
Natalia ran to the television and pressed stop.
"I don't think I want to watch anything else!" Natalia said rudely.
"But, I thought." I began before being interrupted.
"Just drop it, okay?!?! I gotta go!"
Natalia ran out of the room and slammed the door.
What happened?