Waaaaa! No one likes me!!!! I only got one review. I feel so sad. (Not
really, but I just wanted to get my point across) And what was the point
you ask? Uhhhhhh.. I forgot. What was I talking about again? * starts
ticking points on hand * Being sad, being unloved, not getting many revie-
Eureka! (sp?) I have found it! Reviews!! I want them! Please?!?!? Ya,
that's about it. I don't own Elizabeth or Gordo. Everything else is mine!
Mine! Mine! All mine! Mua hahahaha!!! Erm. ok then. REVIEW! Thankies!
Hours later when Elizabeth was cleaning up their kitchen, Gordo slowly walked up behind her and rested his warm hand on top of her shoulder.
"I'm going into town, do you need anything?" he whispered.
"Just the mail." She replied quickly.
"Do you think the letter will be there? Have we given it enough time to come?" Gordo asked, hopeful.
"It's been a week, that should be enough, don't you think so?" She was done with all that waiting; she wanted to hold that letter in her hands.
"I hope so, but you know that these things can't be rushed." He quickly replied, not wanting to get anyone's hopes up. "We'll have to see. But other then that, do you need anything?"
"Not that I can think of. You'll be home by this afternoon, right?" Elizabeth asked, concerned.
"Of course." He reassured his wife while walking to the door.
"Have a safe trip!" she called out as he gave her a small smile and quick wave before he closed the door.
Walking down the dirt trial, Gordo started to hum a tune softly to himself. He only ended up butchering the song, which made him laugh. He couldn't keep a tune for the life of him and was horribly jealous of anyone who could.
After what seemed hours (but was only around 45 minutes), Gordo reached his destination, Tallulah's local store. It wasn't much to look at, simply a small shop that was an odd shade of forest green that badly needed to be repainted. Also, one of its windows had a quarter-sized hole that was covered by some scrap canvas. The hole came from one rowdy kid that had thrown a pebble too hard at it. Lucky for the kid, the owner let him get away with simply a warning.
The shop's owner, a man by the name Benjamin Reager, was a short, chubby fellow that slightly reminded Gordo of an elf. Despite his looks, Ben was one of the nicest people in the entire town.
"Ah! David! Come in! Come in!" Ben called once he noticed Gordo approach the door frame, frantically waving his hand back and forth and flashing a warm smile that showed off a gap where a tooth should of been. "It's so good to see you! You know, you should stop by more often. How are you? How's you're family? Oh! Speaking of family, I just got a shipment of this flower patterned fabric this morning, I know for a fact that Elizabeth would love it!" he said while fingering the pretty pink fabric.
"I'm fine, same with the family. And about the fabric, not today Ben." Gordo said, chuckling at the man's attempt to make a sale. "Actually, what I came here for was my mail."
"Oh! Of course, of course!" Ben exclaimed, a hint of disappointment flashed across his face but was quickly replaced with his toothy grin. "You expecting anything important?" he asked.
"Actually, I am. You see, Elizabeth and I.....well.. never mind, I don't want to get my hopes up."
"Ok then." Ben replied, slightly confused as he went over to the boxes that the mail was kept in. "Gordon, Gordon, Gordon.." He mumbled to himself while looking for the appropriate marked box. "A ha! Gordon! Here we are. Let me just tie these up for you so you can be on your way. You are sure that you don't want anything else?"
"I'm sure, maybe next time, Ben." Gordo said with a slight laugh as he took the tiny bundle from his hands.
Stepping out of the store, Gordo couldn't help but to look down at the envelopes in his hands. Maybe he could go through them now, you know, to see if the important letter was there. But no, he really should wait until Elizabeth was there with him. It just wouldn't be fair if he knew before her. He took the bundle and crammed it into his jeans pocket. Out of sight, out of mind, right. This truly was not the case. With every step that Gordo took, he could feel the letters pushing up against his leg. He could also hear their crunch of being bent from being jammed into such a tight space. It was almost as if they were calling him, urging him to leaf through the pile.
No, that would be wrong. Gordo told himself over and over again. That would be wrong, think of how Elizabeth would feel.
The trip home was almost unbearable. Finally coming up to the door, Gordo tightly gripped the knob and shoved the door open.
Hearing the noise, Elizabeth rushed over to the door. She could contain her excitement no longer and quickly blurted out, "Is it there?"
A ha! I finished my update! Aren't you proud of me? *smiles really big because of being proud of self * so? What do you think?? Is it any good? I think so, but I'm kinda partial, ya know? Please review! Thankies!
Hours later when Elizabeth was cleaning up their kitchen, Gordo slowly walked up behind her and rested his warm hand on top of her shoulder.
"I'm going into town, do you need anything?" he whispered.
"Just the mail." She replied quickly.
"Do you think the letter will be there? Have we given it enough time to come?" Gordo asked, hopeful.
"It's been a week, that should be enough, don't you think so?" She was done with all that waiting; she wanted to hold that letter in her hands.
"I hope so, but you know that these things can't be rushed." He quickly replied, not wanting to get anyone's hopes up. "We'll have to see. But other then that, do you need anything?"
"Not that I can think of. You'll be home by this afternoon, right?" Elizabeth asked, concerned.
"Of course." He reassured his wife while walking to the door.
"Have a safe trip!" she called out as he gave her a small smile and quick wave before he closed the door.
Walking down the dirt trial, Gordo started to hum a tune softly to himself. He only ended up butchering the song, which made him laugh. He couldn't keep a tune for the life of him and was horribly jealous of anyone who could.
After what seemed hours (but was only around 45 minutes), Gordo reached his destination, Tallulah's local store. It wasn't much to look at, simply a small shop that was an odd shade of forest green that badly needed to be repainted. Also, one of its windows had a quarter-sized hole that was covered by some scrap canvas. The hole came from one rowdy kid that had thrown a pebble too hard at it. Lucky for the kid, the owner let him get away with simply a warning.
The shop's owner, a man by the name Benjamin Reager, was a short, chubby fellow that slightly reminded Gordo of an elf. Despite his looks, Ben was one of the nicest people in the entire town.
"Ah! David! Come in! Come in!" Ben called once he noticed Gordo approach the door frame, frantically waving his hand back and forth and flashing a warm smile that showed off a gap where a tooth should of been. "It's so good to see you! You know, you should stop by more often. How are you? How's you're family? Oh! Speaking of family, I just got a shipment of this flower patterned fabric this morning, I know for a fact that Elizabeth would love it!" he said while fingering the pretty pink fabric.
"I'm fine, same with the family. And about the fabric, not today Ben." Gordo said, chuckling at the man's attempt to make a sale. "Actually, what I came here for was my mail."
"Oh! Of course, of course!" Ben exclaimed, a hint of disappointment flashed across his face but was quickly replaced with his toothy grin. "You expecting anything important?" he asked.
"Actually, I am. You see, Elizabeth and I.....well.. never mind, I don't want to get my hopes up."
"Ok then." Ben replied, slightly confused as he went over to the boxes that the mail was kept in. "Gordon, Gordon, Gordon.." He mumbled to himself while looking for the appropriate marked box. "A ha! Gordon! Here we are. Let me just tie these up for you so you can be on your way. You are sure that you don't want anything else?"
"I'm sure, maybe next time, Ben." Gordo said with a slight laugh as he took the tiny bundle from his hands.
Stepping out of the store, Gordo couldn't help but to look down at the envelopes in his hands. Maybe he could go through them now, you know, to see if the important letter was there. But no, he really should wait until Elizabeth was there with him. It just wouldn't be fair if he knew before her. He took the bundle and crammed it into his jeans pocket. Out of sight, out of mind, right. This truly was not the case. With every step that Gordo took, he could feel the letters pushing up against his leg. He could also hear their crunch of being bent from being jammed into such a tight space. It was almost as if they were calling him, urging him to leaf through the pile.
No, that would be wrong. Gordo told himself over and over again. That would be wrong, think of how Elizabeth would feel.
The trip home was almost unbearable. Finally coming up to the door, Gordo tightly gripped the knob and shoved the door open.
Hearing the noise, Elizabeth rushed over to the door. She could contain her excitement no longer and quickly blurted out, "Is it there?"
A ha! I finished my update! Aren't you proud of me? *smiles really big because of being proud of self * so? What do you think?? Is it any good? I think so, but I'm kinda partial, ya know? Please review! Thankies!