Lizzie in Australia
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Chapter 8: Meeting Gordo
"I wonder who that was?" Ethan asked later, after their kiss.
"I'm not sure," Lizzie responded. "Let's look." She got up, grabbed Ethan's hand, and they walked around to the spot where, evidently, someone had been there.
"My Nancy Drew training kicks in," Lizzie commented wryly. "I discover that the person ran, for reasons unknown, crushed the grass. He was not big, but light, and yet strong at the same time."
"It could be anyone," Ethan said. "We'll never figure it out."
"Why would anyone want to watch us?" Lizzie wondered aloud.
"Who knows? Who cares? Let's just go."
Lizzie was absolutely sure she was imagining it, but she felt like someone was watching them.
She shook off the feeling, and followed Ethan.
*********
Later that night, Lizzie settled down for bed. It was nearly midnight, and the time difference still hurt Lizzie, and she was unable to sleep.
*********
"Wake up, wake up!" Miranda was calling for the second time.
Lizzie groaned and sat up. "I'm up." She hobbled into the bathroom.
About 25 minutes later, she finally came out.
"We're going to see Gordo today," Miranda said.
"But..." Lizzie protested. "We're going to explore Sydney today!"
"Didn't we already do that?" Miranda told her matter-of-factly. "Besides, would you rather spend time with Ethan - again - then to finally see Gordo?"
"Can't we see him tomorrow?" Lizzie asked.
"Can't you see Ethan tomorrow?" Miranda retorted. "I want to see Gordo. We've haven't seen him for 2 years! 2 years!"
Then the phone started to ring.
Lizzie picked up the phone. "Hello?"
It was Ethan. "Hey, baby."
"Hi," Lizzie replied "So...why are you calling?"
"Nothing," he said. "So...still up for today."
"Sure," Lizzie said. "When'll you pick me..."
Miranda, who obviously knew where this was going, instantly snatched the phone away from Lizzie. She said, "I'm sorry, but Lizzie has plans today. See ya." She immediately hung up the phone.
Lizzie instantly turned snappish and angry. "What'd you do that for?" she snapped.
"Nothing," Miranda said. She took a deep breath. "You know, even in first grade, I thought us three were going to be friends for life, best friends for life. When I think of 'best friend,' it usually means a person who'll stick up to you. However..." She was stopped by an angry kick from Lizzie.
"Shut up," Lizzie snarled. "I'm still his best friend." She turned, and pridefully exited the room, her long blond hair vibrating in waves.
"Then start acting like it!" Miranda almost yelled to her.
Lizzie gave the appearance of not hearing a single word she said.
Matt finally re-entered the room. "Honey," he said, taking Miranda into his arms, "aren't you making too big of a deal out of this? Let Lizzie go her own way."
"Maybe," Miranda reflected. "But by doing this, I think I'm helping the both of them."
"You could," Matt said. "But you might end up breaking them up and pushing them further and further apart. You can nudge them into the direction you want them to go, but you can't force them along that path. That's their choice to make."
"Very profound," Miranda commented. "Maybe you should be a preacher."
They left the hotel, following Lizzie. She waited for them on the side of the car, not saying anything.
Matt unlocked the car door and climbed in, Miranda next to him. "You coming?" he asked Lizzie.
Lizzie, still silent, got in the car and closed the door.
"Holding a grudge, big sis?" Matt said, trying to lighten the heavy mood.
Lizzie continued to give them the silent treatment.
Matt started up the car, and drove out of the parking lot. "Where to?"
"Umm... It's an hour and a half drive," Miranda said. "But take that highway." She pointed to the center highway.
Matt quickly sped up.
Lizzie, still tired after staying up nearly all night with Ethan, fell asleep almost immediately.
About an hour later, even Matt could feel his eyes drooping. They were heading north, in a small, but smooth, road. Everyone was sleeping, and the atmosphere was so comfortable that he himself was drifting off.
Feeling his eyes shut, he pulled off to the side, and poked at Miranda.
"Can you drive, honey?" he asked. "I'm kinda tired." Miranda's eyes were half-closed with sleepiness, but she nodded, and slowly climbed to the front seat.
"Thanks," Matt said, falling asleep instantly.
The rest of the drive was uneventful. Miranda drove the rest of the way.
The university that Gordo was studying at was certainly nice and definitely quite expensive. It featured a large, central building, sporting the words AMMDU in silver in the front. Other smaller, but no less nice, buildings were connected by hallways. On both sides and on the back were apartment buildings. Like the library, it sported a large, beautiful waterfall and a large, green lawn. Students were milling around, some talking, some studying, but most relaxing on the benches that overlooked a small lake. Some kids were even fishing. There were a couple hundred kids, as far as Miranda could see.
Miranda parked the car a long distance away, as there were no spaces closer.
"Guys, wake up. We're here." Matt got up quickly, but Lizzie was a harder problem.
Miranda pulled her from her seat and was about to drop her when she opened her eyes, then got up.
"Let's go," she said wearily, like a puppy to see his old master. There was no determination or excitement in her voice.
They walked quite a distance, with Matt admiring the university, Lizzie apparently sleepwalking, and Miranda thinking to herself.
The group walked carefully on the cement, as their were no people walking on the lawn. They went in, and saw more students, milling about. A red sign hanging from the ceiling said, "New here? This way to the administration office." It was accompanied by a sign, which pointed to the right hallway.
They turned around, discovering that there were fewer people here.
They continued on for a short distance, and then finally reached the office.
"Hello," a tall blond woman, dressed in a gray suit, said.
"Hi. Well, uh, some," she put an emphasis on her last word, "of us are friends of Gordo. Do you know where he lives?"
The woman looked at her strangely, as if she was weird. Which in any case was true, at least in Lizzie's opinion. Actually, stupid would be more like it.
"Sure," the woman said. "It should be in our database. But I don't know if he's home." She clicked a few buttons on a computer, then said, "the name..."
"David Gordon," Lizzie said. "Gordo's his nickname."
The woman nodded. "There's no Gordo here." She typed in David Gordon, then several seconds later, the computer showed the results.
"David Gordon...hmmm...he would be in building A-4, Room 14. That's to your left. A through H are the more expensive apartments...you should find the room pretty easily. You can walk there, it's only a 5 minutes away."
"Thanks," Matt said, nodding.
*********
The apartment complex in which Gordo resided housed very wealthy kids, obviously. Each room came with it's own private parking spot, and although it was no garage, it did keep rain, hail, or whatever thunderstorm that might come this way.
Matt kept pointing out nice cars. BMWs, Porches, Acuras, even a few Ferraris - these were definitely high-class cars.
"I wonder where Gordo got the money to pay for all this," Matt speculated. "His family isn't that rich, are they?"
"Maybe they saved up his college funds," Miranda suggested.
The trio rode the elevator up to room 14. Although the building was huge, there were only 4 rooms on each floor, so they had to ride to the fourth floor.
"Man, these rooms must be massive," Lizzie commented nervously. Where did Gordo get all this money?
"You got that right," Matt said.
Finally, they reached room 14. Matt immediately went to push the bell, but Miranda stopped him.
Lizzie was trembling all over. She shivered as if it were cold. She was nervous. She was about to see Gordo again...Gordo. The boy who loved her for over 8 years. The boy whom she loved for over 5 years.
The boy she now disapproved of. The boy she tried, the boy she wanted, to dislike. But it wasn't possible.
Lizzie, her hands quivering, gently pressed the bell. She could hear it ring.
She felt as if she had been waiting forever for this moment.
To do what? To see the boy she once loved?
The minutes they waited seemed like an eternity.
She never wavered from her position. She forgot all about Matt and Miranda, looking and studying her emotions intensely.
Finally, as if in slow motion, the door opened. A boy, dark curly haired, stepped out.
It was funny how the first thing she noticed was his hair.
"Hello?" David Gordon said. "Lizzie?"
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Chapter 8: Meeting Gordo
"I wonder who that was?" Ethan asked later, after their kiss.
"I'm not sure," Lizzie responded. "Let's look." She got up, grabbed Ethan's hand, and they walked around to the spot where, evidently, someone had been there.
"My Nancy Drew training kicks in," Lizzie commented wryly. "I discover that the person ran, for reasons unknown, crushed the grass. He was not big, but light, and yet strong at the same time."
"It could be anyone," Ethan said. "We'll never figure it out."
"Why would anyone want to watch us?" Lizzie wondered aloud.
"Who knows? Who cares? Let's just go."
Lizzie was absolutely sure she was imagining it, but she felt like someone was watching them.
She shook off the feeling, and followed Ethan.
*********
Later that night, Lizzie settled down for bed. It was nearly midnight, and the time difference still hurt Lizzie, and she was unable to sleep.
*********
"Wake up, wake up!" Miranda was calling for the second time.
Lizzie groaned and sat up. "I'm up." She hobbled into the bathroom.
About 25 minutes later, she finally came out.
"We're going to see Gordo today," Miranda said.
"But..." Lizzie protested. "We're going to explore Sydney today!"
"Didn't we already do that?" Miranda told her matter-of-factly. "Besides, would you rather spend time with Ethan - again - then to finally see Gordo?"
"Can't we see him tomorrow?" Lizzie asked.
"Can't you see Ethan tomorrow?" Miranda retorted. "I want to see Gordo. We've haven't seen him for 2 years! 2 years!"
Then the phone started to ring.
Lizzie picked up the phone. "Hello?"
It was Ethan. "Hey, baby."
"Hi," Lizzie replied "So...why are you calling?"
"Nothing," he said. "So...still up for today."
"Sure," Lizzie said. "When'll you pick me..."
Miranda, who obviously knew where this was going, instantly snatched the phone away from Lizzie. She said, "I'm sorry, but Lizzie has plans today. See ya." She immediately hung up the phone.
Lizzie instantly turned snappish and angry. "What'd you do that for?" she snapped.
"Nothing," Miranda said. She took a deep breath. "You know, even in first grade, I thought us three were going to be friends for life, best friends for life. When I think of 'best friend,' it usually means a person who'll stick up to you. However..." She was stopped by an angry kick from Lizzie.
"Shut up," Lizzie snarled. "I'm still his best friend." She turned, and pridefully exited the room, her long blond hair vibrating in waves.
"Then start acting like it!" Miranda almost yelled to her.
Lizzie gave the appearance of not hearing a single word she said.
Matt finally re-entered the room. "Honey," he said, taking Miranda into his arms, "aren't you making too big of a deal out of this? Let Lizzie go her own way."
"Maybe," Miranda reflected. "But by doing this, I think I'm helping the both of them."
"You could," Matt said. "But you might end up breaking them up and pushing them further and further apart. You can nudge them into the direction you want them to go, but you can't force them along that path. That's their choice to make."
"Very profound," Miranda commented. "Maybe you should be a preacher."
They left the hotel, following Lizzie. She waited for them on the side of the car, not saying anything.
Matt unlocked the car door and climbed in, Miranda next to him. "You coming?" he asked Lizzie.
Lizzie, still silent, got in the car and closed the door.
"Holding a grudge, big sis?" Matt said, trying to lighten the heavy mood.
Lizzie continued to give them the silent treatment.
Matt started up the car, and drove out of the parking lot. "Where to?"
"Umm... It's an hour and a half drive," Miranda said. "But take that highway." She pointed to the center highway.
Matt quickly sped up.
Lizzie, still tired after staying up nearly all night with Ethan, fell asleep almost immediately.
About an hour later, even Matt could feel his eyes drooping. They were heading north, in a small, but smooth, road. Everyone was sleeping, and the atmosphere was so comfortable that he himself was drifting off.
Feeling his eyes shut, he pulled off to the side, and poked at Miranda.
"Can you drive, honey?" he asked. "I'm kinda tired." Miranda's eyes were half-closed with sleepiness, but she nodded, and slowly climbed to the front seat.
"Thanks," Matt said, falling asleep instantly.
The rest of the drive was uneventful. Miranda drove the rest of the way.
The university that Gordo was studying at was certainly nice and definitely quite expensive. It featured a large, central building, sporting the words AMMDU in silver in the front. Other smaller, but no less nice, buildings were connected by hallways. On both sides and on the back were apartment buildings. Like the library, it sported a large, beautiful waterfall and a large, green lawn. Students were milling around, some talking, some studying, but most relaxing on the benches that overlooked a small lake. Some kids were even fishing. There were a couple hundred kids, as far as Miranda could see.
Miranda parked the car a long distance away, as there were no spaces closer.
"Guys, wake up. We're here." Matt got up quickly, but Lizzie was a harder problem.
Miranda pulled her from her seat and was about to drop her when she opened her eyes, then got up.
"Let's go," she said wearily, like a puppy to see his old master. There was no determination or excitement in her voice.
They walked quite a distance, with Matt admiring the university, Lizzie apparently sleepwalking, and Miranda thinking to herself.
The group walked carefully on the cement, as their were no people walking on the lawn. They went in, and saw more students, milling about. A red sign hanging from the ceiling said, "New here? This way to the administration office." It was accompanied by a sign, which pointed to the right hallway.
They turned around, discovering that there were fewer people here.
They continued on for a short distance, and then finally reached the office.
"Hello," a tall blond woman, dressed in a gray suit, said.
"Hi. Well, uh, some," she put an emphasis on her last word, "of us are friends of Gordo. Do you know where he lives?"
The woman looked at her strangely, as if she was weird. Which in any case was true, at least in Lizzie's opinion. Actually, stupid would be more like it.
"Sure," the woman said. "It should be in our database. But I don't know if he's home." She clicked a few buttons on a computer, then said, "the name..."
"David Gordon," Lizzie said. "Gordo's his nickname."
The woman nodded. "There's no Gordo here." She typed in David Gordon, then several seconds later, the computer showed the results.
"David Gordon...hmmm...he would be in building A-4, Room 14. That's to your left. A through H are the more expensive apartments...you should find the room pretty easily. You can walk there, it's only a 5 minutes away."
"Thanks," Matt said, nodding.
*********
The apartment complex in which Gordo resided housed very wealthy kids, obviously. Each room came with it's own private parking spot, and although it was no garage, it did keep rain, hail, or whatever thunderstorm that might come this way.
Matt kept pointing out nice cars. BMWs, Porches, Acuras, even a few Ferraris - these were definitely high-class cars.
"I wonder where Gordo got the money to pay for all this," Matt speculated. "His family isn't that rich, are they?"
"Maybe they saved up his college funds," Miranda suggested.
The trio rode the elevator up to room 14. Although the building was huge, there were only 4 rooms on each floor, so they had to ride to the fourth floor.
"Man, these rooms must be massive," Lizzie commented nervously. Where did Gordo get all this money?
"You got that right," Matt said.
Finally, they reached room 14. Matt immediately went to push the bell, but Miranda stopped him.
Lizzie was trembling all over. She shivered as if it were cold. She was nervous. She was about to see Gordo again...Gordo. The boy who loved her for over 8 years. The boy whom she loved for over 5 years.
The boy she now disapproved of. The boy she tried, the boy she wanted, to dislike. But it wasn't possible.
Lizzie, her hands quivering, gently pressed the bell. She could hear it ring.
She felt as if she had been waiting forever for this moment.
To do what? To see the boy she once loved?
The minutes they waited seemed like an eternity.
She never wavered from her position. She forgot all about Matt and Miranda, looking and studying her emotions intensely.
Finally, as if in slow motion, the door opened. A boy, dark curly haired, stepped out.
It was funny how the first thing she noticed was his hair.
"Hello?" David Gordon said. "Lizzie?"
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