Sorry to disappoint you but . . . the only thing I own are Kione and Nigol. Cantar means to sing in spanish, just to let you know. The song Gordo sings is called "age six racer" by Dashboard Confessional, which is my favorite group, so I had to put them in.
My World
Chapter 8 Cupboard Cantar
Inside the freezing cupboard it was cooler than it was outside, or so it seemed. Well-thought Gordo-physically cold. His whole body was humming from the nearness of Lizzie for the past day and it didn't look like things were going to change any time soon. He glanced at Lizzie and was reminded how dark it was in their new 'room.' All he could see was the outline of her physique against the thin wall. He started trying to set up the sleeping bags for tonight's slumber.
Suddenly he froze, "Lizzie? These sleeping bags are thinner than my normal pillow cases!"
"I know. Even with our coats on it will take forever to get warm tonight." Lizzie said not looking at him for fear her tears would resurface.
"Well, we'll just put one on top and one on bottom, so we can sit under it tonight and get warm before we go to sleep." He realized what he had just said too late. She finally looked at him and gave him a very questioning and funny look. He explained quickly, "Body heat gets you warmer faster than keeping on a bunch of layers can. So I figure if we have on our 'layers' and relax right here until we get warm, we will get to sleep faster."
Matt had finally got a hold of Gordo's parents, but it was an hour after it had happened. They hurried home after they picked up the McGuire's and the Sanchez's from their hospital rooms. They immediately told the police. Then they looked at Miranda and said, sighing heavily, "We don't blame you Miranda. I'm sure that has not even crossed Lizzie and Gordo's mind." They reassured her again. They left the room after they kissed their kids goodnight.
"No one blames you Miranda, it's all in your head. My sister is probably still crying and whining because she wants to know if you're alright." Matt said looking at Miranda.
"I hope she's alright too-" Miranda started.
"She has overprotective, jealous, smart, reliable Gordo looking after her. I'm sure she is fine." Matt told her truthfully.
"Why did this have to happen on Christmas?"
"Yeah our timing is pretty bad." Matt said then froze as he finally looked above Miranda. Mistletoe.
"Uh . . . Miranda? We have a crisis, but the good news it's smaller than the last one." Matt said as Miranda looked at him questioningly.
"Mistletoe." Matt said then looked at his feet.
"Matt? Look at me." Miranda said as Matt slowly looked at his sister's best friend.
Gordo was finally warm and almost asleep whenever he heard Lizzie break down in tears. He muffled her cries in his coat and lifted his arm around her shoulders. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" Gordo asked pleadingly.
She only nodded. After a few moments of silence she spoke. "I just wish I was home for Christmas with my family."
She was calming down now and he tilted her face to his and whispered, "Do you remember hearing Dashboard Confessional when I was playing it yesterday morning?'"
Lizzie said brokenly, "I remember some of it..." She started humming, "Am I thinking of the right band?"
"Yes," he said gently, "There's one song that I really like, it's pretty short, and it goes like this." He started singing the lyrics softly, "So long sweet summer, I stumbled upon you and gracefully basked in your rays. So long sweet slumber. I fell into you now you're gracefully falling away. Hey thanks, thanks for that summer. It is cold where your going I hope that your heart is always warm. I gave you the best that I had. You pased on my letters and passed on the best that I had. I hate the winter in Lexington"
"That was great." Lizzie said as she looked up at him in satisfaction. Their eyes locked and Lizzie looked down after a few breathless seconds. She hoped her eyes hadn't given away her secret;she rested her head, comfortably, against his chest and went to sleep.
My World
Chapter 8 Cupboard Cantar
Inside the freezing cupboard it was cooler than it was outside, or so it seemed. Well-thought Gordo-physically cold. His whole body was humming from the nearness of Lizzie for the past day and it didn't look like things were going to change any time soon. He glanced at Lizzie and was reminded how dark it was in their new 'room.' All he could see was the outline of her physique against the thin wall. He started trying to set up the sleeping bags for tonight's slumber.
Suddenly he froze, "Lizzie? These sleeping bags are thinner than my normal pillow cases!"
"I know. Even with our coats on it will take forever to get warm tonight." Lizzie said not looking at him for fear her tears would resurface.
"Well, we'll just put one on top and one on bottom, so we can sit under it tonight and get warm before we go to sleep." He realized what he had just said too late. She finally looked at him and gave him a very questioning and funny look. He explained quickly, "Body heat gets you warmer faster than keeping on a bunch of layers can. So I figure if we have on our 'layers' and relax right here until we get warm, we will get to sleep faster."
Matt had finally got a hold of Gordo's parents, but it was an hour after it had happened. They hurried home after they picked up the McGuire's and the Sanchez's from their hospital rooms. They immediately told the police. Then they looked at Miranda and said, sighing heavily, "We don't blame you Miranda. I'm sure that has not even crossed Lizzie and Gordo's mind." They reassured her again. They left the room after they kissed their kids goodnight.
"No one blames you Miranda, it's all in your head. My sister is probably still crying and whining because she wants to know if you're alright." Matt said looking at Miranda.
"I hope she's alright too-" Miranda started.
"She has overprotective, jealous, smart, reliable Gordo looking after her. I'm sure she is fine." Matt told her truthfully.
"Why did this have to happen on Christmas?"
"Yeah our timing is pretty bad." Matt said then froze as he finally looked above Miranda. Mistletoe.
"Uh . . . Miranda? We have a crisis, but the good news it's smaller than the last one." Matt said as Miranda looked at him questioningly.
"Mistletoe." Matt said then looked at his feet.
"Matt? Look at me." Miranda said as Matt slowly looked at his sister's best friend.
Gordo was finally warm and almost asleep whenever he heard Lizzie break down in tears. He muffled her cries in his coat and lifted his arm around her shoulders. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" Gordo asked pleadingly.
She only nodded. After a few moments of silence she spoke. "I just wish I was home for Christmas with my family."
She was calming down now and he tilted her face to his and whispered, "Do you remember hearing Dashboard Confessional when I was playing it yesterday morning?'"
Lizzie said brokenly, "I remember some of it..." She started humming, "Am I thinking of the right band?"
"Yes," he said gently, "There's one song that I really like, it's pretty short, and it goes like this." He started singing the lyrics softly, "So long sweet summer, I stumbled upon you and gracefully basked in your rays. So long sweet slumber. I fell into you now you're gracefully falling away. Hey thanks, thanks for that summer. It is cold where your going I hope that your heart is always warm. I gave you the best that I had. You pased on my letters and passed on the best that I had. I hate the winter in Lexington"
"That was great." Lizzie said as she looked up at him in satisfaction. Their eyes locked and Lizzie looked down after a few breathless seconds. She hoped her eyes hadn't given away her secret;she rested her head, comfortably, against his chest and went to sleep.