My mind raced at an amazing speed. I can't believe I kissed, Gordo, even if it was only
on the cheek. I can't help but wonder if this will ruin our long lasting friendship, but somehow,
someway, it feels right.
Gordo and I glanced at each other, each not knowing what to say.
"So the King of Norway is sending his subjects out to invade Sweden..." Gordo began.
Why does he always resort to stupid "King of Norway" jokes when he's flustered?
"Gordo..." I was cut off by Kate Sanders.
"Oh how sweet, Little Lizzie had her first kiss," Kate scoffed. Then after stealing a
disgusted glance at Gordo, she continued. "Too bad. You would have been better off with your
pillow!"
"For your information, I have kissed guys who would never look at you!" Lizzie retorted.
Kate flipped her flowing blonde hair over her shoulder and fled with her groupies in tow. Lizzie
turned back to Gordo. He was sitting at a lunch table nearby, his head in his hands.
"What's wrong Gordo?" Lizzie asked.
"Nothing. I guess I'm just not good enough for you. Since you've kissed all these other
'hot guys' and all," Gordo stated glumly. "See you around," he added, and left the quad.
"Gordo, that's... not what I meant at all," Lizzie tried. But he had already gone, and Lizzie
was left by her lonesome in the quad, wondering where she had gone wrong.
on the cheek. I can't help but wonder if this will ruin our long lasting friendship, but somehow,
someway, it feels right.
Gordo and I glanced at each other, each not knowing what to say.
"So the King of Norway is sending his subjects out to invade Sweden..." Gordo began.
Why does he always resort to stupid "King of Norway" jokes when he's flustered?
"Gordo..." I was cut off by Kate Sanders.
"Oh how sweet, Little Lizzie had her first kiss," Kate scoffed. Then after stealing a
disgusted glance at Gordo, she continued. "Too bad. You would have been better off with your
pillow!"
"For your information, I have kissed guys who would never look at you!" Lizzie retorted.
Kate flipped her flowing blonde hair over her shoulder and fled with her groupies in tow. Lizzie
turned back to Gordo. He was sitting at a lunch table nearby, his head in his hands.
"What's wrong Gordo?" Lizzie asked.
"Nothing. I guess I'm just not good enough for you. Since you've kissed all these other
'hot guys' and all," Gordo stated glumly. "See you around," he added, and left the quad.
"Gordo, that's... not what I meant at all," Lizzie tried. But he had already gone, and Lizzie
was left by her lonesome in the quad, wondering where she had gone wrong.
