AN: Glad everyone took a liking to this story! It was brought to my attention (because I'm a doofus and completely forgot) that Gordo is Jewish. Like, duh, Mac. Soo I'm bringing that to attention in this part, so that you all know I'm not a fraud and I really AM a Gordo fan : ) Thanks for the awesome reviews, you people rock my boat, man. Happy Holidays!
Disclaimer: I'm asking Santa for Gordo for Christmas. So hopefully by the end of next week I can say that I own him. For now everything belongs to Disney. Except of course the plot, I like to believe that the
penguins in my head own that.
**Important Note** Hey guys, I posted this chapter last night and had to take it out to edit it. I had completely left out Gordo's letter to Santa!! I'm so dumb. Anyway, it's all fixed and better now : )
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Dear Santa
Part 2: Kiss The Boy
"Can you believe all the homework Mr. Levitt gave us? I think it's ridiculous!"
"Oh, I know! I mean, we go to school for like 6 hours, only to come home and spend another...what? 2 hours doing homework? That's 8 hours of school a day, it hardly seems fair!"
"You guys, everyone knows life isn't fair. Instead of complaining, I think we should all cherish the education we're all receiving. I mean...think of all the kids who can't go to school because they have to work to make money to keep their families off the streets, because their parents are druggies or drunks who can't take care of themselves. Or kids who can't go to school because they live somewhere where education isn't believed in. It happens you know; some people can't go to school and just long for an education, or a simple book to read. And here we are complaining about a measly 8 hours of schoolwork. You should feel ashamed of yourselves." Two pairs of shocked brown eyes turned to the young man who had just finished yet another rambled lecture that was, in their opinion, completely uncalled for. The lecturer, however, was unaware of his friends' baffled stares, and continued walking silently down the cracked sidewalk, having said his piece.
"Um, anyway. I'm gonna be up so late tonight. As soon as I get home I have to leave, and I won't be back until really late, so I won't have time to do my homework until then. I'd just skip it but...I have a low enough grade in Levitt's class as it is, more missed homework and I'm sure to fail." Miranda Sanchez rolled her eyes, and gave her best friends of two years - Lizzie and Gordo - a pitiful look.
"Unless maybe...one of my dearest and most amazingly kind friends would want to help a friend out and do it for me?" Before Lizzie could open her mouth and offer a sympathetic decline, a sharp, brutal 'HA!' resounded beside her. She rolled her eyes, and heaved an impatient sigh as she lifted her hand and covered the culprit's mouth before he could piss Miranda off, which he seemed to be very good at.
"Sorry Miranda, but me and Gordo both have two extra worksheets from Mrs. Carlson because we got busted for passing notes in class." Lizzie explained, eliciting a flinch and whispered 'ouch' from her friend. Before either girl could say anything more, Gordo swiftly removed Lizzie hand from his mouth and blurted out another sharp 'HA!'
"AGAIN! And there was no 'we' in this note-passing extravaganza McGuire, you were passing me notes that I didn't want, and told you not to pass. I should make you do my worksheets on top of yours, since it's your fault I have to do extra work in the first place. Ha, 'we'." Gordo shook his head and rolled his eyes in aggravation, causing Lizzie to giggle lightly at his frazzled state.
"Sorry Gordo." She giggled apologetically, her sincere eyes betraying her insincere laughter. Gordo let himself be washed over wither her lightheartedness and smiled his forgiveness, erasing any feelings of resentment he felt towards her for getting him in trouble that afternoon.
"So, where are you going Miranda?" He asked after a few seconds of walking in silence. He silently kicked himself for asking when Miranda huffed angrily, a sign that meant she was about to launch into a long vent.
"Well, my Tia just got engaged, again, this is the third time you know. Anyway, my mom said that out of respect, since my dad is her younger brother and everything, and out of politeness we have to go see her and congratulate her in person. So they have this whole dinner planned, we're going to drive the 2 hours to her house, and then go out to this fancy restaurant and everything. I have to dress up! Before we leave, so it's even worse. I have to sit in a car for 2 hours, probably more the way my dad drives, in a dress! To go and spend the evening with a woman who disapproves of everything I do, my cousins, who are jerks, and a man I don't even know! Just because Tia got engaged again. It's not like it makes any difference, she is most likely going to divorce this one too, it's how she works. I tried to get out of it too, I did everything, but will my parents listen? Nooo, I have to be a respectful and polite chica pequeña! Sometimes my parents are so strict and unreasonable, I mean, Lizzie, if you're aunt got engaged for the umpteenth time, would your parents make you go see her just to be 'respectful'?" Miranda turned wide, desperate brown eyes on her blonde friend, who could only stutter and stumble over words in response.
"I, uh, maybe...I don't know. I don't think...they might just...well..." When Miranda was upset, she was very intimidating, and Lizzie always felt like if she didn't say the right thing Miranda might turn on her. It was an awful thing to feel, especially about someone who is your 'best friend' but Lizzie couldn't help it, she had problems with inferiority. Thank God Gordo was always around to come to her rescue and calm Miranda down, although a lot of the time Gordo was the one who had riled Miranda up in the first place.
"You're parents just believe in different things than we do Miranda, they were raised in a completely different culture you know. I read that in Spain the children are raised under such strict rules that..." Miranda scoffed and rolled her eyes, coming to a stop in front of her house.
"I know Gordo, nevermind. I'll see you guys tomorrow at school, if I live through the night." With another roll of her rich dark brown eyes Miranda left, walking up her driving way and into her house, leaving Gordo and Lizzie behind to walk the rest of the way to their houses. Lizzie watched Miranda slam the door shut behind her before turning to Gordo and giving him a grateful smile, which he returned with his famous 'no problem' grin. The two continued their walk home in silence, both lost in thoughts they could neither control or be rid of. Like the way her hair would fall into her eyes sometimes and make her look more beautiful than anyone in the entire existence on mankind. Or the way he'd smile and look at her in a way that made her feel like her heart would explode from her chest and burst into millions of bright colors. Thoughts that had been on their minds for a long time, but would never be voiced to anyone at anytime. Thoughts that both frightened and excited them, eliciting a flutter in the pits of their guts that was both awful and amazing at the same time. Thoughts that the other would never, ever be aware of for fear of the ruin and destruction of a friendship that could never be replaced.
"How long do you think it'll take you finish all your homework?" Lizzie asked, breaking the comfortable silence and interrupting all thoughts. Gordo shrugged and smirked, tossing a sideways glance at the blonde.
"Probably longer than usual seeing as how I have more work than anticipated." He remarked, causing his friend to wrinkle her button nose and look at him in apology.
"I really am sorry about that Gordo, I'll do that work if you really want me to, after all it was my fault and everything." Gordo could tell she felt really bad and he calmed her discomfort with a brilliant smile and friendly wink.
"I'm only joking Lizzie, don't worry. I can handle the work, you know me, always itching for more learning." The two laughed together and another silence fell between them. They walked slowly, both treasuring this time when it was just the two of them. They loved Miranda dearly and she made an excellent addition to their friendship, but they often missed it being just the two of them, as it had been since they were too young to really know what true friendship really was.
"Have you been kissed yet Gordo?" Lizzie asked suddenly, causing Gordo to stop mid-step and stare at her in confusion and shock. It took her a few moments to notice he was no longer walking beside her and she too stopped mid-step, turning around to give him a questioning stare.
"What?" He squeaked, looking at her as if she had grown another head. Lizzie blushed and ducked her head, but didn't back down.
"Well, we're almost 13. I bet most kids our age have already kissed, I mean, 13, that's being a teenager." She explained, as if her question were perfectly legit. Gordo lifted a single eyebrow, still giving her a disbelieving look.
"Well, being a teenager doesn't mean you have to kiss someone." He stated, taking a few steps to catch up to her as the two continued towards Lizzie's house. Lizzie shrugged and seemed to brush off the subject, keeping silent and not looking at Gordo.
"No, I haven't, just so you know." He quietly admitted. Lizzie let herself smile secretly to herself, feeling relief rush through her veins. She played off her excitement by shrugging as if she didn't really want to know anyway.
"When is your family celebrating Hanukah?" She asked. She had never truly understood how the holiday worked, but always thought is was really cool that Gordo got to celebrate two gift-giving holidays within one month.
"We're lighting the first candle Friday night. And I think we're going to my uncle's house this weekend." Gordo explained. Lizzie nodded and slowed to stop as they reached her house. She stood in place for a few moments, building her courage and giving herself a silent pep-talk.
"So, I'll see ya tomorrow Lizzie. Call me tonight." Gordo said, oblivious to the determination blaring in Lizzie's eyes. He smiled at her and waved and just as he was about to turn and continue down the sidewalk to his house, Lizzie reached out and grabbed his shoulders. Before he could reacted, or understand what was happening, Lizzie's soft, gentle lips were over his, so lightly he could barely tell. His fell closed unconsciously, and just like that the warmth of her lips were gone, along with Lizzie, leaving Gordo in complete dismay.
Dear Santa,
If anyone knew I was writing this to you, I'm sure I'd be kicked out of school for being so tragically un-cool. Oh well, I just know that in the past every time I really needed something, you always came through, and even though I've neglected to write you for so many years, I'm hoping you can come through yet again. You see, Lizzie (you remember her right? Yup, we're still friends, thanks for that.) kissed me this evening as we were walking home from school. I know, I can hardly believe it myself! It's almost like a wish come true, it was so amazing. My request for you is this: Please let Lizzie love me. I've loved her for so long, and I don't know if that kiss was just her wanting to have experience kissing, or if she really meant it. I hope it's the latter, please let it be the latter. So that's what I'm asking for Christmas from you, Lizzie's undying love. I sound so pathetic, I'm sorry. If it's at all possible I'd also like a new video camera, those old fashioned type, I love those. Oh, and you know what? Lizzie still doesn't believe you exist, I'm still waiting for you to act on that one, it always makes me sad when I think about how much enjoyment she's missing because she's too cynical to believe in you. So let her see that you're really here.
Thanks for everything, Gordo
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AN: And that's part two. I know, it's really long, sorry, I got carried away, hehe. Blush. Eeep! At the kiss though, right? Oh if we could only be granted such fluff action on the show. I'd pay so much money to see that. I'd pay even more to experience it first-hand. Oh man...oh man...thud. Haha, 'til next time folks! Review, review, review!
Disclaimer: I'm asking Santa for Gordo for Christmas. So hopefully by the end of next week I can say that I own him. For now everything belongs to Disney. Except of course the plot, I like to believe that the
penguins in my head own that.
**Important Note** Hey guys, I posted this chapter last night and had to take it out to edit it. I had completely left out Gordo's letter to Santa!! I'm so dumb. Anyway, it's all fixed and better now : )
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Dear Santa
Part 2: Kiss The Boy
"Can you believe all the homework Mr. Levitt gave us? I think it's ridiculous!"
"Oh, I know! I mean, we go to school for like 6 hours, only to come home and spend another...what? 2 hours doing homework? That's 8 hours of school a day, it hardly seems fair!"
"You guys, everyone knows life isn't fair. Instead of complaining, I think we should all cherish the education we're all receiving. I mean...think of all the kids who can't go to school because they have to work to make money to keep their families off the streets, because their parents are druggies or drunks who can't take care of themselves. Or kids who can't go to school because they live somewhere where education isn't believed in. It happens you know; some people can't go to school and just long for an education, or a simple book to read. And here we are complaining about a measly 8 hours of schoolwork. You should feel ashamed of yourselves." Two pairs of shocked brown eyes turned to the young man who had just finished yet another rambled lecture that was, in their opinion, completely uncalled for. The lecturer, however, was unaware of his friends' baffled stares, and continued walking silently down the cracked sidewalk, having said his piece.
"Um, anyway. I'm gonna be up so late tonight. As soon as I get home I have to leave, and I won't be back until really late, so I won't have time to do my homework until then. I'd just skip it but...I have a low enough grade in Levitt's class as it is, more missed homework and I'm sure to fail." Miranda Sanchez rolled her eyes, and gave her best friends of two years - Lizzie and Gordo - a pitiful look.
"Unless maybe...one of my dearest and most amazingly kind friends would want to help a friend out and do it for me?" Before Lizzie could open her mouth and offer a sympathetic decline, a sharp, brutal 'HA!' resounded beside her. She rolled her eyes, and heaved an impatient sigh as she lifted her hand and covered the culprit's mouth before he could piss Miranda off, which he seemed to be very good at.
"Sorry Miranda, but me and Gordo both have two extra worksheets from Mrs. Carlson because we got busted for passing notes in class." Lizzie explained, eliciting a flinch and whispered 'ouch' from her friend. Before either girl could say anything more, Gordo swiftly removed Lizzie hand from his mouth and blurted out another sharp 'HA!'
"AGAIN! And there was no 'we' in this note-passing extravaganza McGuire, you were passing me notes that I didn't want, and told you not to pass. I should make you do my worksheets on top of yours, since it's your fault I have to do extra work in the first place. Ha, 'we'." Gordo shook his head and rolled his eyes in aggravation, causing Lizzie to giggle lightly at his frazzled state.
"Sorry Gordo." She giggled apologetically, her sincere eyes betraying her insincere laughter. Gordo let himself be washed over wither her lightheartedness and smiled his forgiveness, erasing any feelings of resentment he felt towards her for getting him in trouble that afternoon.
"So, where are you going Miranda?" He asked after a few seconds of walking in silence. He silently kicked himself for asking when Miranda huffed angrily, a sign that meant she was about to launch into a long vent.
"Well, my Tia just got engaged, again, this is the third time you know. Anyway, my mom said that out of respect, since my dad is her younger brother and everything, and out of politeness we have to go see her and congratulate her in person. So they have this whole dinner planned, we're going to drive the 2 hours to her house, and then go out to this fancy restaurant and everything. I have to dress up! Before we leave, so it's even worse. I have to sit in a car for 2 hours, probably more the way my dad drives, in a dress! To go and spend the evening with a woman who disapproves of everything I do, my cousins, who are jerks, and a man I don't even know! Just because Tia got engaged again. It's not like it makes any difference, she is most likely going to divorce this one too, it's how she works. I tried to get out of it too, I did everything, but will my parents listen? Nooo, I have to be a respectful and polite chica pequeña! Sometimes my parents are so strict and unreasonable, I mean, Lizzie, if you're aunt got engaged for the umpteenth time, would your parents make you go see her just to be 'respectful'?" Miranda turned wide, desperate brown eyes on her blonde friend, who could only stutter and stumble over words in response.
"I, uh, maybe...I don't know. I don't think...they might just...well..." When Miranda was upset, she was very intimidating, and Lizzie always felt like if she didn't say the right thing Miranda might turn on her. It was an awful thing to feel, especially about someone who is your 'best friend' but Lizzie couldn't help it, she had problems with inferiority. Thank God Gordo was always around to come to her rescue and calm Miranda down, although a lot of the time Gordo was the one who had riled Miranda up in the first place.
"You're parents just believe in different things than we do Miranda, they were raised in a completely different culture you know. I read that in Spain the children are raised under such strict rules that..." Miranda scoffed and rolled her eyes, coming to a stop in front of her house.
"I know Gordo, nevermind. I'll see you guys tomorrow at school, if I live through the night." With another roll of her rich dark brown eyes Miranda left, walking up her driving way and into her house, leaving Gordo and Lizzie behind to walk the rest of the way to their houses. Lizzie watched Miranda slam the door shut behind her before turning to Gordo and giving him a grateful smile, which he returned with his famous 'no problem' grin. The two continued their walk home in silence, both lost in thoughts they could neither control or be rid of. Like the way her hair would fall into her eyes sometimes and make her look more beautiful than anyone in the entire existence on mankind. Or the way he'd smile and look at her in a way that made her feel like her heart would explode from her chest and burst into millions of bright colors. Thoughts that had been on their minds for a long time, but would never be voiced to anyone at anytime. Thoughts that both frightened and excited them, eliciting a flutter in the pits of their guts that was both awful and amazing at the same time. Thoughts that the other would never, ever be aware of for fear of the ruin and destruction of a friendship that could never be replaced.
"How long do you think it'll take you finish all your homework?" Lizzie asked, breaking the comfortable silence and interrupting all thoughts. Gordo shrugged and smirked, tossing a sideways glance at the blonde.
"Probably longer than usual seeing as how I have more work than anticipated." He remarked, causing his friend to wrinkle her button nose and look at him in apology.
"I really am sorry about that Gordo, I'll do that work if you really want me to, after all it was my fault and everything." Gordo could tell she felt really bad and he calmed her discomfort with a brilliant smile and friendly wink.
"I'm only joking Lizzie, don't worry. I can handle the work, you know me, always itching for more learning." The two laughed together and another silence fell between them. They walked slowly, both treasuring this time when it was just the two of them. They loved Miranda dearly and she made an excellent addition to their friendship, but they often missed it being just the two of them, as it had been since they were too young to really know what true friendship really was.
"Have you been kissed yet Gordo?" Lizzie asked suddenly, causing Gordo to stop mid-step and stare at her in confusion and shock. It took her a few moments to notice he was no longer walking beside her and she too stopped mid-step, turning around to give him a questioning stare.
"What?" He squeaked, looking at her as if she had grown another head. Lizzie blushed and ducked her head, but didn't back down.
"Well, we're almost 13. I bet most kids our age have already kissed, I mean, 13, that's being a teenager." She explained, as if her question were perfectly legit. Gordo lifted a single eyebrow, still giving her a disbelieving look.
"Well, being a teenager doesn't mean you have to kiss someone." He stated, taking a few steps to catch up to her as the two continued towards Lizzie's house. Lizzie shrugged and seemed to brush off the subject, keeping silent and not looking at Gordo.
"No, I haven't, just so you know." He quietly admitted. Lizzie let herself smile secretly to herself, feeling relief rush through her veins. She played off her excitement by shrugging as if she didn't really want to know anyway.
"When is your family celebrating Hanukah?" She asked. She had never truly understood how the holiday worked, but always thought is was really cool that Gordo got to celebrate two gift-giving holidays within one month.
"We're lighting the first candle Friday night. And I think we're going to my uncle's house this weekend." Gordo explained. Lizzie nodded and slowed to stop as they reached her house. She stood in place for a few moments, building her courage and giving herself a silent pep-talk.
"So, I'll see ya tomorrow Lizzie. Call me tonight." Gordo said, oblivious to the determination blaring in Lizzie's eyes. He smiled at her and waved and just as he was about to turn and continue down the sidewalk to his house, Lizzie reached out and grabbed his shoulders. Before he could reacted, or understand what was happening, Lizzie's soft, gentle lips were over his, so lightly he could barely tell. His fell closed unconsciously, and just like that the warmth of her lips were gone, along with Lizzie, leaving Gordo in complete dismay.
Dear Santa,
If anyone knew I was writing this to you, I'm sure I'd be kicked out of school for being so tragically un-cool. Oh well, I just know that in the past every time I really needed something, you always came through, and even though I've neglected to write you for so many years, I'm hoping you can come through yet again. You see, Lizzie (you remember her right? Yup, we're still friends, thanks for that.) kissed me this evening as we were walking home from school. I know, I can hardly believe it myself! It's almost like a wish come true, it was so amazing. My request for you is this: Please let Lizzie love me. I've loved her for so long, and I don't know if that kiss was just her wanting to have experience kissing, or if she really meant it. I hope it's the latter, please let it be the latter. So that's what I'm asking for Christmas from you, Lizzie's undying love. I sound so pathetic, I'm sorry. If it's at all possible I'd also like a new video camera, those old fashioned type, I love those. Oh, and you know what? Lizzie still doesn't believe you exist, I'm still waiting for you to act on that one, it always makes me sad when I think about how much enjoyment she's missing because she's too cynical to believe in you. So let her see that you're really here.
Thanks for everything, Gordo
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AN: And that's part two. I know, it's really long, sorry, I got carried away, hehe. Blush. Eeep! At the kiss though, right? Oh if we could only be granted such fluff action on the show. I'd pay so much money to see that. I'd pay even more to experience it first-hand. Oh man...oh man...thud. Haha, 'til next time folks! Review, review, review!