Lizzie in Australia
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Chapter 3: Finally in Australia
"We have arrived in Sydney, Australia. Time at Hillridge: 7:13 AM Friday. Time at Sydney: 11:13 PM Friday. Transfer flights head to West Gate transfer. All other passengers may now proceed to Baggage Claim. I hope you have enjoyed the flight."
"Finally!" Matt said happily, grinning. "We're here!"
"It's midnight," Lizzie noted.
"Then I guess we should check in to our hotel," Miranda said, as she walked down the aisles to the door of the airplane.
"So what hotel would we be staying at?" Lizzie wondered.
"Holiday Inn, I guess," Miranda said. "It's not that expensive."
"Well, I brought a lot of money," Lizzie said. "So we might as well as use it. Let's stay at the Hilton."
Matt and Miranda stared.
"What? I'm not trying to show off. Just goes to show that work is important, too!"
"Huh," Miranda said. "Vacation is also important. So is relaxation."
The trio reached, the Baggage Claim
"I'll get a cart," Lizzie told the couple as she headed off in the opposite direction. "Just wait for me there."
"All right," Miranda said.
**********
When Lizzie returned, Miranda was waiting for her, , with both luggages.
"Here," Lizzie said, lifting her own suitcase onto the cart.
After Miranda put her and Matt's suitcase on the car, Lizzie asked, "Where's Matt?"
"He went to rent a car," Miranda replied. "He said he would be back soon."
"Okay," Lizzie said, sitting down.
The airport was almost empty, as it almost midnight. Their flight was the only one. Most of the lights were off, and it was dark.
"I'm so awake," Lizzie told Miranda. "This time difference. Tomorrow I'm going to be tired."
Miranda sat on a blue plastic bench. "You fell asleep last night, on the plane."
"I know," Lizzie replied. "But it wasn't because of Gordo." Seeing the derisive look on Miranda's face, she added, "no, really."
It was still visible on Miranda's face that she didn't believe her.
"Then why?"
"Well," Lizzie said, thinking fast. "I was tired."
"You've always been tired on plane flights," Miranda said. "But you've never fallen asleep before."
"I did this time," Lizzie protested.
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Gordo woke up, and the glowing numbers on his clock told him it was 11:32 PM. He was sweating from his bad dream.
It was a dream about Lizzie. For some reason he had been thinking incessantly about her. He could still see her long, silky blond hair. He could feel her smooth skin. He could smell the sweet perfume around her.
Gordo tried to shake these thoughts out. There was no way Lizzie would let him even remotely close. Not after what he did to her. She would probably hit him instead. And it wasn't like he didn't deserve, either.
Gordo looked further into the past. To middle school. They had been friends, and for Gordo, that had been heaven just to be around her. He wished they were more, though.
But he never admitted it to her. Not once. Maybe if he had, he might have Lizzie's arms around him. Maybe. They might be together. They might be married. They might be, but they weren't.
He had screwed just so many times. He had the chance. They had been all alone, just the two of them, after a murder mystery game, which Gordo knew Lizzie, let him win, for some reason, and Gordo had been so close, so close, but ended so lamely. He almost asked her out on a real date, but instead invited her to play the mystery game again.
That wasn't even close to the last stupid event he had done.
It's always easier expressing your feelings through writing than talking, right?
That's what Gordo though. It should have been easier e-mailing his thoughts about her. He had, but in the end he had signed it 'confused_guy.' So she didn't have a clue who was talking about whom. He almost told her later, but backed out lamely at the last second, saying she gave great advice.
How could he have been so stupid?
That wasn't the last chance he had to tell her his feelings.
He could have written it on her yearbook. He could have written, "dear Lizzie, I think you're pretty, and I would like to go out with you sometime." At least he could have signed it 'confused_guy.'
How hard could that be? Not hard.
But Gordo was always a chicken when it came to expressing his feelings.
Oh, well. He would have to be satisfied with being the richest kid in the university, and the potential to become the greatest film director in all of history. Perhaps surpass even the founder of this university.
She had always been comfortable being his friend. Maybe she would forgive him. Maybe. Maybe he should call her. Later, perhaps. Later.
He fell asleep with the resolution that he would call her.
******* Lizzie was wide-awake in the back seat of their rented car. It was a newer model of a Honda. Their suitcases were in the trunk. They were heading to the Hilton, which was about 30 minutes away. Matt was driving.
Lizzie still wasn't sleepy, even though it was almost midnight. So she just stared out around as they drove, half in a trance, half alert.
When they finally reached the Hilton, there was still a employee waiting. He opened the door of the car. Nodding her thanks, Lizzie opened the back trunk, grabbed a suitcase, handed the other one to Matt, and then strode inside.
The hotel was tall and fancy, with flowers, and a waterfall, which was placed in the center. The walls were made of a beautiful marble. On one side of the floor was a café; while on the other there was a souvenir shop. Near the door in the front, it was just a place to sit and relax.
Lizzie and Miranda sat down while Matt took care of checking in.
"He really is cute and handsome, isn't her?" Miranda said, nodding towards Matt.
Lizzie gave a disgusted look. "Please don't talk about how cute he is, alright? It gives me the shivers." She laughed, and Miranda joined in.
They stood up and clutched their suitcases as Matt walked towards them. "Floor 14," he said. "Room 1411."
The room was at the very end of the floor. It was tiring to drag her suitcase all the way back there, and the doors never seemed to go in the right order.
"Look at this," Lizzie complained. "Room 1403, then 1409, then 1422, then 1430. Makes no sense!"
Matt shrugged. "Hilton's kind of stupid, I guess."
"Why does our room have to be so far back in the building?" Miranda said. "It's no fair."
"Here we are," Matt said as they finally reached the room. "1411."
Inside the room was fabulous. There was a large bed in the end, with an end table on both sides. The bed was facing a television. There was a glass table at the very end, up against the wall, with a bowl of fruit, and two cans of soda. A chocolate sat on both of the pillow on the bed. There was a larger table close to the door, The room also had a desk, a sofa, and 2 chairs. There was a door to the bathroom on the side.
"Wow," Matt commented. "Nice room."
"Yeah, well, how much did I pay for it?" Lizzie asked.
"Um..." Matt said. "A lot."
"Well, I'm going to take a shower," Miranda said. "I'll get my clothes." She reached in the suitcase.
Lizzie sat down on the bed. "Hmm..." she noted. "There's only 1 bed. I guess I'll sleep on the ground."
"I'll sleep on the ground," Matt offered.
"I really don't want to sleep with Miranda," Lizzie said. "And both of you can't sleep on the ground."
She sat for a while, thinking.
"I'm going to call my mom," Lizzie said. "Hmm, the area code is... okay, here it is."
She dialed the number. And it rang. And it rang. Finally, someone picked it up.
"Hello?" It was Jo.
"Hey mom!" Lizzie exclaimed.
"Hi, honey!" Jo said excitedly. "So what did you do at Australia?"
"We just got here an hour ago!"
"It takes that long?" Jo said.
"Yep."
"Well, you'll never guess what happened here, Lizzie!"
"What?" Lizzie asked dryly.
"Someone special called," Jo said. "Guess who?"
"What is wrong with you, mom? Why are you acting so weird?"
"Well," Jo began slowly. "Ethan called."
Disclaimer - don't own anything
Please R/R! If you don't like it, tell me what I did wrong!
Chapter 3: Finally in Australia
"We have arrived in Sydney, Australia. Time at Hillridge: 7:13 AM Friday. Time at Sydney: 11:13 PM Friday. Transfer flights head to West Gate transfer. All other passengers may now proceed to Baggage Claim. I hope you have enjoyed the flight."
"Finally!" Matt said happily, grinning. "We're here!"
"It's midnight," Lizzie noted.
"Then I guess we should check in to our hotel," Miranda said, as she walked down the aisles to the door of the airplane.
"So what hotel would we be staying at?" Lizzie wondered.
"Holiday Inn, I guess," Miranda said. "It's not that expensive."
"Well, I brought a lot of money," Lizzie said. "So we might as well as use it. Let's stay at the Hilton."
Matt and Miranda stared.
"What? I'm not trying to show off. Just goes to show that work is important, too!"
"Huh," Miranda said. "Vacation is also important. So is relaxation."
The trio reached, the Baggage Claim
"I'll get a cart," Lizzie told the couple as she headed off in the opposite direction. "Just wait for me there."
"All right," Miranda said.
**********
When Lizzie returned, Miranda was waiting for her, , with both luggages.
"Here," Lizzie said, lifting her own suitcase onto the cart.
After Miranda put her and Matt's suitcase on the car, Lizzie asked, "Where's Matt?"
"He went to rent a car," Miranda replied. "He said he would be back soon."
"Okay," Lizzie said, sitting down.
The airport was almost empty, as it almost midnight. Their flight was the only one. Most of the lights were off, and it was dark.
"I'm so awake," Lizzie told Miranda. "This time difference. Tomorrow I'm going to be tired."
Miranda sat on a blue plastic bench. "You fell asleep last night, on the plane."
"I know," Lizzie replied. "But it wasn't because of Gordo." Seeing the derisive look on Miranda's face, she added, "no, really."
It was still visible on Miranda's face that she didn't believe her.
"Then why?"
"Well," Lizzie said, thinking fast. "I was tired."
"You've always been tired on plane flights," Miranda said. "But you've never fallen asleep before."
"I did this time," Lizzie protested.
****************
Gordo woke up, and the glowing numbers on his clock told him it was 11:32 PM. He was sweating from his bad dream.
It was a dream about Lizzie. For some reason he had been thinking incessantly about her. He could still see her long, silky blond hair. He could feel her smooth skin. He could smell the sweet perfume around her.
Gordo tried to shake these thoughts out. There was no way Lizzie would let him even remotely close. Not after what he did to her. She would probably hit him instead. And it wasn't like he didn't deserve, either.
Gordo looked further into the past. To middle school. They had been friends, and for Gordo, that had been heaven just to be around her. He wished they were more, though.
But he never admitted it to her. Not once. Maybe if he had, he might have Lizzie's arms around him. Maybe. They might be together. They might be married. They might be, but they weren't.
He had screwed just so many times. He had the chance. They had been all alone, just the two of them, after a murder mystery game, which Gordo knew Lizzie, let him win, for some reason, and Gordo had been so close, so close, but ended so lamely. He almost asked her out on a real date, but instead invited her to play the mystery game again.
That wasn't even close to the last stupid event he had done.
It's always easier expressing your feelings through writing than talking, right?
That's what Gordo though. It should have been easier e-mailing his thoughts about her. He had, but in the end he had signed it 'confused_guy.' So she didn't have a clue who was talking about whom. He almost told her later, but backed out lamely at the last second, saying she gave great advice.
How could he have been so stupid?
That wasn't the last chance he had to tell her his feelings.
He could have written it on her yearbook. He could have written, "dear Lizzie, I think you're pretty, and I would like to go out with you sometime." At least he could have signed it 'confused_guy.'
How hard could that be? Not hard.
But Gordo was always a chicken when it came to expressing his feelings.
Oh, well. He would have to be satisfied with being the richest kid in the university, and the potential to become the greatest film director in all of history. Perhaps surpass even the founder of this university.
She had always been comfortable being his friend. Maybe she would forgive him. Maybe. Maybe he should call her. Later, perhaps. Later.
He fell asleep with the resolution that he would call her.
******* Lizzie was wide-awake in the back seat of their rented car. It was a newer model of a Honda. Their suitcases were in the trunk. They were heading to the Hilton, which was about 30 minutes away. Matt was driving.
Lizzie still wasn't sleepy, even though it was almost midnight. So she just stared out around as they drove, half in a trance, half alert.
When they finally reached the Hilton, there was still a employee waiting. He opened the door of the car. Nodding her thanks, Lizzie opened the back trunk, grabbed a suitcase, handed the other one to Matt, and then strode inside.
The hotel was tall and fancy, with flowers, and a waterfall, which was placed in the center. The walls were made of a beautiful marble. On one side of the floor was a café; while on the other there was a souvenir shop. Near the door in the front, it was just a place to sit and relax.
Lizzie and Miranda sat down while Matt took care of checking in.
"He really is cute and handsome, isn't her?" Miranda said, nodding towards Matt.
Lizzie gave a disgusted look. "Please don't talk about how cute he is, alright? It gives me the shivers." She laughed, and Miranda joined in.
They stood up and clutched their suitcases as Matt walked towards them. "Floor 14," he said. "Room 1411."
The room was at the very end of the floor. It was tiring to drag her suitcase all the way back there, and the doors never seemed to go in the right order.
"Look at this," Lizzie complained. "Room 1403, then 1409, then 1422, then 1430. Makes no sense!"
Matt shrugged. "Hilton's kind of stupid, I guess."
"Why does our room have to be so far back in the building?" Miranda said. "It's no fair."
"Here we are," Matt said as they finally reached the room. "1411."
Inside the room was fabulous. There was a large bed in the end, with an end table on both sides. The bed was facing a television. There was a glass table at the very end, up against the wall, with a bowl of fruit, and two cans of soda. A chocolate sat on both of the pillow on the bed. There was a larger table close to the door, The room also had a desk, a sofa, and 2 chairs. There was a door to the bathroom on the side.
"Wow," Matt commented. "Nice room."
"Yeah, well, how much did I pay for it?" Lizzie asked.
"Um..." Matt said. "A lot."
"Well, I'm going to take a shower," Miranda said. "I'll get my clothes." She reached in the suitcase.
Lizzie sat down on the bed. "Hmm..." she noted. "There's only 1 bed. I guess I'll sleep on the ground."
"I'll sleep on the ground," Matt offered.
"I really don't want to sleep with Miranda," Lizzie said. "And both of you can't sleep on the ground."
She sat for a while, thinking.
"I'm going to call my mom," Lizzie said. "Hmm, the area code is... okay, here it is."
She dialed the number. And it rang. And it rang. Finally, someone picked it up.
"Hello?" It was Jo.
"Hey mom!" Lizzie exclaimed.
"Hi, honey!" Jo said excitedly. "So what did you do at Australia?"
"We just got here an hour ago!"
"It takes that long?" Jo said.
"Yep."
"Well, you'll never guess what happened here, Lizzie!"
"What?" Lizzie asked dryly.
"Someone special called," Jo said. "Guess who?"
"What is wrong with you, mom? Why are you acting so weird?"
"Well," Jo began slowly. "Ethan called."