A/N: wow, I skipped A LOT in this chap. His mom just got pregnant last chapter, and now it's 2 weeks before the baby's due???!!! CAN I DO THAT?!?!?! Wait a minute… I can do anything. I'm the writer! Hehe…

Kawaii Ying Fa - Who's relative? Why… Gordo's! he's my favorite character, he's so cute… and I love his whole smartness thing. I LUV GORDO!!!!! Ok, I'm done. in this chap you find out how they're related. Have loads 'o' fun!!!!

2 weeks before the baby is due…

GORDO

I was in my room with my hacky-sack when the phone rang. I stopped and picked up the phone. "Hello?" I asked.

"Hey, it's Luke. Mom told me to call when I was almost to your house, and I'm about 2 mi-"

"Who is this?" I asked. The voice on the other line wasn't familiar. He must have had the wrong number.

"Luke."

"I think you have the wrong number."

"No, I don't think so. Is this the Gordon residence?"

I blinked. Something was wrong. I didn't know a Luke. My parents didn't know a Luke. He must have had the wrong number!

"Um… yeah. Who are you?"

"Wow, you're pretty dense. Is this David?"

"How do you know me?"

"Mom told you I was coming, didn't she? I'm pulling into your driveway now. We can talk more in a sec." Click.

"OK… that was weird," I said to myself. I hung up the phone and walked out to the front door. I opened it and saw a guy getting out of a truck and then walk up to me.

He stuck out his hand. "Hi."

I ignored his hand and stared at him. "For the 3rd time, who are you?"

"Mom never mentioned me?"

My patience was wearing incredibly thin. "Who are you?" I repeated.

"I'm your half-brother. Heard the family was growing, so I drove over from my college in Texas."

"You're lying."

He smirked. "You're funny. So, are you gonna let me in the house?"

"I don't have a brother," I stated firmly.

"You do. I have the DNA to prove it. Now let me in the house, it was a long drive and I'm tired."

"She never told me about you."

"She was probably ashamed. She was 15 when I was born, and that ain't exactly something you jump at to tell your kid. Let me in the house, already!"

Something about him didn't seem right. My mom knew better than to get pregnant at 15. He was lying.

"That's not true."

Luke sighed. "Where is she?"

"Went with dad to the grocery store."

"Liar."

I blinked. It was true, and he had no reason not to believe me. Why didn't he?

"No I'm not," I said.

"Can you prove it now?" he asked.

"No, not now."

"Later?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, when they get back."

"Then I'll prove that we're related later, too. But for now, I'm kinda thirsty. Got any water?"

"How dumb do you think I am? I'm not letting a complete stranger in the house."

He sighed and shoved me away from the door, then opened it and went in.

"Hey!" I said, now a little worried that he was a burglar or something. Why else would he be so determined to get in the house?

He laughed. "If I'm your big brother, I have to shove you. It's in the rulebook." He walked into the kitchen. "You got glasses here?"

"Why?" I asked.

"I told you already. Water. What are you… like, 9?"

"13," I answered through gritted teeth. This guy was really getting on my nerves. "You?"

"23."

I did quick math to see if he was telling the truth. 23 + 15 = 38. I wasn't sure of my mom's exact age, but that sounded right.

"Can I call you Dave?" he asked me, smiling. "Or Davie?"

"You can call me Gordo," I replied.

"I think I'll call you Davie."

"You'll call me Gordo," I insisted.

"Or I could call you Kid. Or Sonny."

"Gordo."

"Really? Cause I think I like Davie."

I sighed. "You sound more like a little brother than a big one."

He laughed. "Sorry. I guess I'm a little excited. I've never had a brother before. Well, maybe I have a few on my dad's side, but none that I know of."

"How long have you known about me?"

"If you're 13, then I've known about you for 13 years. I was in the hospital when you was born."

"We are not related. No relative of mine has bad grammar."

He laughed again. Then another car pulled up in the driveway. "What?" he asked. "No BMW?"

"It's a Toyota," I stated.

"No it isn't. It's my mother." He got out of the house and went to see my parents. I followed him outside, but I didn't go up to them. I just stood by the door and watched.

"Mom! Your boy's here!" Luke announced as she got out of the car. I don't think I'd ever seen her as happy as she was when she saw him. There's no word that describes her expression. It was far, far beyond "happy."

"Luke!" she cried. "You've grown so much! Last time I saw you, you were only 12 years old!" They shared a hug and mom kissed him on the cheek. Dad was getting the groceries and the 3 of them started to the door where I was. I went back in the house to get out of the way.

When mom saw me, her smile disappeared. "So, you met?" she asked.

"We met," I confirmed, a little bitterly.

Mom must have detected that bitterness in my voice because she tried to get me alone to talk. "Luke, honey, you remember my husband Joseph?" He nodded and she ushered him away in dad's direction. "Why don't you help him put things away." He left, then she turned to me.

"David-"

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked. I was incredibly mad, now. Luke was right. We shared a mom.

"I was going to tell you when you were old enough."

"Old enough?! I'm 13! I've had the talk and everything, I know how it works! What… you thought I'd be mad?"

"You are mad."

"Yes, I'm mad! Because a strange guy with bad grammar twice my age that I've never seen or heard of before in my life called, pulled up in our driveway, came into the house, and told me he was my brother! If you would have mentioned it before-"

"David," came my dad's voice as he stepped into view. "Don't yell at your mother. The baby is due soon, and we can't cause her stress."

I took a deep breath. This was a nightmare. Not only was I going to have a younger sibling, but I had an older one now, too. Not only that, but he was created due to my mom sleeping with some guy when she was only 15!

"Fine," I said. "Just… whatever." I stomped up to my room and slammed the door.

A/N: Uh-oh! our hot Gordo is mad! That makes me so sad… when he's not happy, I'm not happy. Gosh, I love that guy…