Zephyr

Hey guys, sorry this is so late. I've been so caught up in reading other stories, i kind of forgot about this one. But here's an update, just for you!

Also, as you can probably see, I've changed my pen name to December Everett. I like that name better.

I've just realized I've been spelling Zephyr wrong this entire story. Great, now I've got to go back and change it. *Sigh.* Right, now back to our regularly scheduled fic.

Disclaimer: DOLM!

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Lizzie snuggled into the warm something she was laying next to. Someone's arms were wrapped around her, but she didn't give it a second thought. That same someone was breathing into her shoulder. But she didn't give a second thought to that either.

She sighed contentedly and lay there for about five more minuets. Then she rolled back over and her eyes fluttered open. They widened in shock and she nearly fell off of the couch. She was on the edge of it, Gordo's arms around her. She heard a soft giggle and she flipped around.

Her mother and father were standing in front of the TV, smiling at them. Lizzie flipped back over frantically and shook Gordo awake. "Gordo! Wake up!" she whispered.

"Mm...Lizzie?" Gordo asked sleepily. He suddenly became more awake and scrambled to a sitting position. "Lizzie!? What are you doing here and why-" he noticed her parents in front of the TV. "Oh no."

"We must have fallen asleep!" Lizzie pointed out. She sat up next to Gordo.

"Good Morning." Jo said cheerfully. "Sleep well?"

"Uh, are we in trouble?" Lizzie asked.

"Of course not! It's sweet!" Jo started to tear up and Lizzie gave her an odd look.

"Yeah, well, I don't like that very much." Sam muttered.

Jo gave Sam a look. "You guys fell asleep on the couch together! Gordo, we called your parents and told them you were spending the night. They dropped off some clothes and things for you." she said, tossing a bag to Gordo.

"Th-thanks..."

Gordo's POV

I suppose I had a reason to be nervous, after all, I had just 'slept' with a girl in a sense and there were her parents, okay with the whole thing! Well, mostly okay...

I glanced at Lizzie. She is so beautiful... and now I can call her mine. I'd had the best day of my life yesterday.

Lizzie glanced back at me and our eyes locked. A cough from Mr. McGuire brought us back.

"Breakfast anyone?" Mrs. McGuire asked.

"Sure." I said. Way to be blunt Gordo. Oh well.

Lizzie and I got up off of the couch and sat down at the table in the kitchen. Mrs. McGuire was making pancakes...yum! My favorite. She set them down in front of us and we ate them.

I kept sneaking glances at Lizzie...I love her so much. Wait, love? I'm only fourteen. Isn't that a little young for love? But then, age really doesn't matter in true love. You are never to young or too old.

Now I know what you're thinking. When did old Gordo get so smart about true love? Well that's what you get with psychiatrists as parents. A lot of philosophy.

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Short, boring...ah well. I'm kind of at a writer's block. I'll probably get into the plot soon... Please Review!

~December~