OK, after I woke up insanely too early, next to five guys, Paul, John, George, Ringo and Noah Webster, I decided to go ahead and write another short, slightly filler chapter. Be happy, two short chapers at once are worth one big chapter. The words came to me perfectly while I was in the shower, and it hit me so suddenly that I didn't realize I was scrubbing my skin off. Alas, it is a sad day when your fiction becomes reality. But anyways, here's another chapter, enjoy! The next one will be longer and has a little action in it. I've got the next chapter planned out, and almost maybe the one after that, but the rest has yet to be decided. I'm still not even sure how I want this to turn out. Suggestions would be nice.
Oh, and in reference to the five guys I woke up next to, I fell asleep with my Beatles CD and my dictionary on my bed, and woke up with them as my pillow. Go figure.
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"Gordo, I'm sorry for all the grief I've put you through. I'm so lucky to have you in my life," Lizzie gushed, walking towards him.
"Well, our friendship is a two-sided deal; you've done a lot for me too," Gordo pointed out.
"True. But I want to do for you something more," Lizzie said seductively, purposely swaying her hips dramatically as she took another step closer.
"Liz, what, uh, what do you mean?" Gordo's eye widened a bit, and he swallowed hard.
"What do you want me to mean?" Lizzie questioned in a husky voice.
"I, uh..." Gordo stuttered as she pinned him against the wall with her body. Her arms snaked around his neck, drawing his face close to her.
"Kiss me, Gordo," Lizzie whispered, holding his gaze intently. Gordo looked at her with disbelief for a few seconds, and then lowered his lips to meet hers. Their mouths met together in an exotic dance as old as time, perfected over the ages, yet still new and unexplored for them both. Gordo's hands rested on Lizzie's waist, pulling her body closer to his. The kiss they were sharing held so much electricity that it made bells go off in Gordo's head.
He kissed her deeper, and the bells got louder. As their passions grew, the ringing was incessant and deafening. All he could hear was the ringing.
Ringing.
The phone was ringing.
Gordo sat up with a sudden start, blinking in the bright sunlight that streamed into his room. With a groan he threw off his covers and shuffled to his desk to pick up his cordless phone.
"Yeah?" he mumbled gruffly as he stumbled blindly back to his bed.
"Gordo?" a familiar female voice asked from the other end.
"Yea- oh, ow, son of a-"
"Gordo!" Lizzie's voice cut him off before his could swear. "Gordo, are you there? What happened?"
"Mmm. Nmm Emm nft hrr," came the mumbled reply.
"Huh?" Lizzie stared strangely at her phone.
"Sorry, I tend to forget the talking on the phone while talking into a pillow is indecipherable. I said no I'm not here. I just about broke my toe on the end of my bed," Gordo stated sarcastically as he rolled onto his back and buried himself under his covers again.
"Umm, ok. Well, not-there-Gordo, what do you want to do today?" Lizzie asked.
"Whatdoyamean," Gordo mumbled sleepily, his eyes closing involuntarily.
"Well, you said for me to call you about it in the morning," Lizzie reminded him. Gordo sat bolt upright, his eyes as wide as saucers, his heart beating so loudly in his chest that he was sure Lizzie would hear.
"I did? When did I say that?" he asked nervously.
"Last night. Don't you remember? Were you the one who had the drinks last night or was I?" Lizzie asked humorously.
"You were. So what do you want to do? About the whole situation, that is?" Gordo asked, his pulse racing.
"The whole situation? I didn't know there was a whole situation. It seems pretty obvious doesn't it?" Lizzie stated.
"Oh, well, to me it was, I was just waiting to hear back from you about it. I just have waited for this for so long," Gordo admitted with a sigh.
"You have?" Lizzie seemed baffled.
"Well, to be honest, yeah. For years. And then when you would mention it, I was just waiting for the day it would actually be true," Gordo gushed.
"Gordo, hun. Are we talking about the same thing?" Lizzie was thoroughly lost.
"Uhhh. I think so. What are you talking about?" Gordo was afraid he had made a grave mistake.
"I'm talking about what we talked about at lunch yesterday. About your parents being out of town, and you were going to have a party. And I was supposed to call you this morning to see what stuff you needed me to pick up before I came over at 5 to help you set up," Lizzie explained, a hint of confusion still in her voice.
"Oh- OH! The party. Yeah, that's right. That's what I was talking about. You know me, I've been waiting for so long to have a truly good, parental-free party," Gordo said quickly, his heart plummeting from his throat into his stubbed toes.
"Ok. You went a little TV movie on me, it was weird. Well, small change in plans. I'll be over in about 30 minutes, and we'll go grab some lunch and we can pick up the stuff then together," Lizzie chirped into the phone.
"Lunch? It's freaking early," Gordo groaned as he flopped back onto his pillow.
"Early? Try half past 12 my friend. Get up, take a nice long shower and get ready. I'll let myself in and start scooting the furniture around," Lizzie instructed.
"Mmmkay," Gordo mumbled, clicking the phone off. He dropped the cordless out of his hand onto the floor. It landed with a soft plop onto a pile of discarded socks. Gordo groaned in defeat loudly, curled into a ball and yanked the covers over his head. No sooner had he closed his eyes that the phone rang again.
"I know you're still lying in that bed. Get up! I have enough problems getting you into bed, don't fight with me to get you out," Lizzie laughed before hanging up.
Gordo stood up slowly and walked into the bathroom, scratching his messy curls.
"Trust me Liz. Just say the word, and you'll never have problems getting me into bed again," he said to his reflection.
Oh, and in reference to the five guys I woke up next to, I fell asleep with my Beatles CD and my dictionary on my bed, and woke up with them as my pillow. Go figure.
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"Gordo, I'm sorry for all the grief I've put you through. I'm so lucky to have you in my life," Lizzie gushed, walking towards him.
"Well, our friendship is a two-sided deal; you've done a lot for me too," Gordo pointed out.
"True. But I want to do for you something more," Lizzie said seductively, purposely swaying her hips dramatically as she took another step closer.
"Liz, what, uh, what do you mean?" Gordo's eye widened a bit, and he swallowed hard.
"What do you want me to mean?" Lizzie questioned in a husky voice.
"I, uh..." Gordo stuttered as she pinned him against the wall with her body. Her arms snaked around his neck, drawing his face close to her.
"Kiss me, Gordo," Lizzie whispered, holding his gaze intently. Gordo looked at her with disbelief for a few seconds, and then lowered his lips to meet hers. Their mouths met together in an exotic dance as old as time, perfected over the ages, yet still new and unexplored for them both. Gordo's hands rested on Lizzie's waist, pulling her body closer to his. The kiss they were sharing held so much electricity that it made bells go off in Gordo's head.
He kissed her deeper, and the bells got louder. As their passions grew, the ringing was incessant and deafening. All he could hear was the ringing.
Ringing.
The phone was ringing.
Gordo sat up with a sudden start, blinking in the bright sunlight that streamed into his room. With a groan he threw off his covers and shuffled to his desk to pick up his cordless phone.
"Yeah?" he mumbled gruffly as he stumbled blindly back to his bed.
"Gordo?" a familiar female voice asked from the other end.
"Yea- oh, ow, son of a-"
"Gordo!" Lizzie's voice cut him off before his could swear. "Gordo, are you there? What happened?"
"Mmm. Nmm Emm nft hrr," came the mumbled reply.
"Huh?" Lizzie stared strangely at her phone.
"Sorry, I tend to forget the talking on the phone while talking into a pillow is indecipherable. I said no I'm not here. I just about broke my toe on the end of my bed," Gordo stated sarcastically as he rolled onto his back and buried himself under his covers again.
"Umm, ok. Well, not-there-Gordo, what do you want to do today?" Lizzie asked.
"Whatdoyamean," Gordo mumbled sleepily, his eyes closing involuntarily.
"Well, you said for me to call you about it in the morning," Lizzie reminded him. Gordo sat bolt upright, his eyes as wide as saucers, his heart beating so loudly in his chest that he was sure Lizzie would hear.
"I did? When did I say that?" he asked nervously.
"Last night. Don't you remember? Were you the one who had the drinks last night or was I?" Lizzie asked humorously.
"You were. So what do you want to do? About the whole situation, that is?" Gordo asked, his pulse racing.
"The whole situation? I didn't know there was a whole situation. It seems pretty obvious doesn't it?" Lizzie stated.
"Oh, well, to me it was, I was just waiting to hear back from you about it. I just have waited for this for so long," Gordo admitted with a sigh.
"You have?" Lizzie seemed baffled.
"Well, to be honest, yeah. For years. And then when you would mention it, I was just waiting for the day it would actually be true," Gordo gushed.
"Gordo, hun. Are we talking about the same thing?" Lizzie was thoroughly lost.
"Uhhh. I think so. What are you talking about?" Gordo was afraid he had made a grave mistake.
"I'm talking about what we talked about at lunch yesterday. About your parents being out of town, and you were going to have a party. And I was supposed to call you this morning to see what stuff you needed me to pick up before I came over at 5 to help you set up," Lizzie explained, a hint of confusion still in her voice.
"Oh- OH! The party. Yeah, that's right. That's what I was talking about. You know me, I've been waiting for so long to have a truly good, parental-free party," Gordo said quickly, his heart plummeting from his throat into his stubbed toes.
"Ok. You went a little TV movie on me, it was weird. Well, small change in plans. I'll be over in about 30 minutes, and we'll go grab some lunch and we can pick up the stuff then together," Lizzie chirped into the phone.
"Lunch? It's freaking early," Gordo groaned as he flopped back onto his pillow.
"Early? Try half past 12 my friend. Get up, take a nice long shower and get ready. I'll let myself in and start scooting the furniture around," Lizzie instructed.
"Mmmkay," Gordo mumbled, clicking the phone off. He dropped the cordless out of his hand onto the floor. It landed with a soft plop onto a pile of discarded socks. Gordo groaned in defeat loudly, curled into a ball and yanked the covers over his head. No sooner had he closed his eyes that the phone rang again.
"I know you're still lying in that bed. Get up! I have enough problems getting you into bed, don't fight with me to get you out," Lizzie laughed before hanging up.
Gordo stood up slowly and walked into the bathroom, scratching his messy curls.
"Trust me Liz. Just say the word, and you'll never have problems getting me into bed again," he said to his reflection.
