Lizzie in Australia
Hi, I haven't updated in a week already. I've been watching too much tv. I take criticism, if you review. So don't feel the need to only praise me.
Disclaimer - I don't own anything
Chapter 7: Unexpected Eavesdropping
Gordo was strolling along, joyfully almost, happy with himself. The filming of Scam had finished yesterday; the party was next month. Now he could resume his normal schedule and starting sleeping earlier and waking up earlier. Gordo grinned to himself at this prospect.
He crossed Mays Street (couldn't think of any other name) which was a shortcut to the Dairy Queen (couldn't think of any other ice cream shop).
Then he headed to the official library of Australia. It was made of white marble, which was modeled after the library in Washington, DC. (By the way, don't sue me, 'cause none of this stuff is true - at least, I don't think so.)
He was paced across the lawn, which was so green, and dark and beautiful under the full moon.
He walked, but was startled when he saw an oddly familiar face. Lizzie? Miranda? Larry?
No. He peered closer. It was Ethan.
Gordo frowned. When did Ethan get here? And who was that next to him.
In shock, eyes widening, Gordo saw the glint of moonlight on the woman's long, silky blond hair.
It was Lizzie.
What was she doing here?
******
Earlier...
"That'll be four ninety-five," the cashier person said. (Sorry, I don't know Australian currency).
Ethan rummaged through his wallet, and then peeled off a five bill. "Here," he said. He took his double fudge chocolate ice cream, and handed Lizzie her plain vanilla.
They walked out, and continued to stroll around. They eventually reached a darker, less brightly lit area. They walked around the lawn.
"Can I try some of yours?" Ethan asked childishly.
Lizzie laughed. "Sure, if I can try some of yours." She held out her dessert, and Ethan licked some of it. She tentatively took a bite of his.
Ethan looked at her. "Good?"
"Sure," she said. "But not as good as mine."
"Mine's better," Ethan argued.
Lizzie rolled her eyes.
"What are you doing here?" Lizzie asked Ethan.
*****
Gordo heard these words. They clarified that it was indeed Lizzie. No one else sounded like that.
Gordo didn't want to spy or eavesdrop, but on the other hand, he desperately wanted to know what they were doing here. So he quietly tiptoed behind a group of dark bushe and trees.
"Well," Ethan was saying, "I told you I flew here to see you. And I found out from your phone number that you stayed in the Hilton. I also know you're in room 1411. I rang the bell, but no one was home, so I just stood outside here, so that I would find you."
Lizzie was touched by his devotion.
However, Gordo was in a state of total confusion. When he left, Ethan and Lizzie were going to marry in two weeks. They were engaged, and deeply in love. Why would he not know where Lizzie was? What had happened?
Perhaps another answer from Lizzie would clarify that.
"I really love you too," Gordo heard Lizzie say.
Hmmmm. If they had been married for two years, why are they still saying mushy stuff like that? Gordo wondered. Were they always gushing out like that?
Gordo was beginning to feel miserable. Luckily he hadn't called her yet. He would have been utterly rejected.
"Lizzie," Ethan said, so softly that Gordo strained to hear his words. Ethan took her hand, and sat down.
Lizzie scooted closer to Ethan, her hands stroking his arms.
They leaned closer, and the couple threw away their cones.
Gordo closed his eyes. He couldn't watch this. He couldn't watch the woman he loved for what, 10, 11, 12 years, just kiss this man.
But he opened his eyes. Peering out from under the bushes, he saw their lips touch. Gently at first, but growing in passion. Soon they were kissing hard, fiercely. Ethan's hands stroked her back.
It hurt Gordo in more ways he could say. This was Lizzie. Someone he knew and trusted.
But all that was gone, Gordo realized. It all fell apart when he left.
Any relationship, any feeling that Gordo might have had for Lizzie disappeared.
And Gordo guessed that Lizzie never did feel anything for him.
Gordo finally got up, and not caring, not caring about anything, not even caring he was making enough noise Ethan and Lizzie might've seen him, just wanting to leave. Forever.
He ran and ran, all the way back to his hotel, not taking a cab. When he got back, he ran up 10 flights of stairs to his room. He was red, breathing hard, trying to catch his breath.
His love for Lizzie was gone.
So was Lizzie.
*****
A rustling in the trees interrupted the beautiful kiss they were sharing. Startled, they looked for the cause of the sound. Finding none, they returned to each other's eyes.
Lizzie was falling deeper and deeper into his love as she kissed him, again and again.
Well, I thought that was the appropriate place to leave off. Please R/R! Thanks.
Hi, I haven't updated in a week already. I've been watching too much tv. I take criticism, if you review. So don't feel the need to only praise me.
Disclaimer - I don't own anything
Chapter 7: Unexpected Eavesdropping
Gordo was strolling along, joyfully almost, happy with himself. The filming of Scam had finished yesterday; the party was next month. Now he could resume his normal schedule and starting sleeping earlier and waking up earlier. Gordo grinned to himself at this prospect.
He crossed Mays Street (couldn't think of any other name) which was a shortcut to the Dairy Queen (couldn't think of any other ice cream shop).
Then he headed to the official library of Australia. It was made of white marble, which was modeled after the library in Washington, DC. (By the way, don't sue me, 'cause none of this stuff is true - at least, I don't think so.)
He was paced across the lawn, which was so green, and dark and beautiful under the full moon.
He walked, but was startled when he saw an oddly familiar face. Lizzie? Miranda? Larry?
No. He peered closer. It was Ethan.
Gordo frowned. When did Ethan get here? And who was that next to him.
In shock, eyes widening, Gordo saw the glint of moonlight on the woman's long, silky blond hair.
It was Lizzie.
What was she doing here?
******
Earlier...
"That'll be four ninety-five," the cashier person said. (Sorry, I don't know Australian currency).
Ethan rummaged through his wallet, and then peeled off a five bill. "Here," he said. He took his double fudge chocolate ice cream, and handed Lizzie her plain vanilla.
They walked out, and continued to stroll around. They eventually reached a darker, less brightly lit area. They walked around the lawn.
"Can I try some of yours?" Ethan asked childishly.
Lizzie laughed. "Sure, if I can try some of yours." She held out her dessert, and Ethan licked some of it. She tentatively took a bite of his.
Ethan looked at her. "Good?"
"Sure," she said. "But not as good as mine."
"Mine's better," Ethan argued.
Lizzie rolled her eyes.
"What are you doing here?" Lizzie asked Ethan.
*****
Gordo heard these words. They clarified that it was indeed Lizzie. No one else sounded like that.
Gordo didn't want to spy or eavesdrop, but on the other hand, he desperately wanted to know what they were doing here. So he quietly tiptoed behind a group of dark bushe and trees.
"Well," Ethan was saying, "I told you I flew here to see you. And I found out from your phone number that you stayed in the Hilton. I also know you're in room 1411. I rang the bell, but no one was home, so I just stood outside here, so that I would find you."
Lizzie was touched by his devotion.
However, Gordo was in a state of total confusion. When he left, Ethan and Lizzie were going to marry in two weeks. They were engaged, and deeply in love. Why would he not know where Lizzie was? What had happened?
Perhaps another answer from Lizzie would clarify that.
"I really love you too," Gordo heard Lizzie say.
Hmmmm. If they had been married for two years, why are they still saying mushy stuff like that? Gordo wondered. Were they always gushing out like that?
Gordo was beginning to feel miserable. Luckily he hadn't called her yet. He would have been utterly rejected.
"Lizzie," Ethan said, so softly that Gordo strained to hear his words. Ethan took her hand, and sat down.
Lizzie scooted closer to Ethan, her hands stroking his arms.
They leaned closer, and the couple threw away their cones.
Gordo closed his eyes. He couldn't watch this. He couldn't watch the woman he loved for what, 10, 11, 12 years, just kiss this man.
But he opened his eyes. Peering out from under the bushes, he saw their lips touch. Gently at first, but growing in passion. Soon they were kissing hard, fiercely. Ethan's hands stroked her back.
It hurt Gordo in more ways he could say. This was Lizzie. Someone he knew and trusted.
But all that was gone, Gordo realized. It all fell apart when he left.
Any relationship, any feeling that Gordo might have had for Lizzie disappeared.
And Gordo guessed that Lizzie never did feel anything for him.
Gordo finally got up, and not caring, not caring about anything, not even caring he was making enough noise Ethan and Lizzie might've seen him, just wanting to leave. Forever.
He ran and ran, all the way back to his hotel, not taking a cab. When he got back, he ran up 10 flights of stairs to his room. He was red, breathing hard, trying to catch his breath.
His love for Lizzie was gone.
So was Lizzie.
*****
A rustling in the trees interrupted the beautiful kiss they were sharing. Startled, they looked for the cause of the sound. Finding none, they returned to each other's eyes.
Lizzie was falling deeper and deeper into his love as she kissed him, again and again.
Well, I thought that was the appropriate place to leave off. Please R/R! Thanks.