Lizzie in Australia
No, I don't own anything
Chapter 9: Of Gordo
When Gordo arrived home last night, he was terribly exhausted. Having run all the way from the park to the hotel as fast as he could, he could have sworn he'd sprained at least 3 muscles.
So when Gordo got home and nearly midnight, he plopped down on his bed and fell asleep before he hit the bed.
It was way past his wake up time when he woke up, almost eleven. Luckily it was Sunday, so he didn't have to go anywhere.
Depressed. That was the emotion Gordo felt. He was depressed and unhappy. About Lizzie. And he didn't like that feeling. He always wanted to be a happy man. And in his dreams, happy meant being with Lizzie.
But Lizzie had Ethan, and didn't likely even want to see him again.
The doorbell rang. Gordo wondered who it was.
He opened the door, and was surprised to see...
"Lizzie?" Gordo said incredulously, surprised. He looked flustered, embarrassed, happy, angry, and sad all at once – if such a look was even possible.
"Hey," Lizzie said slowly, awkwardly.
Neither Miranda nor Matt said anything, though both were literally bursting with happiness.
"Gordo," Lizzie finished lamely. Did she forget his name? What was wrong with her?
"Hi," Gordo said, professionally, like he was talking to a salesperson.
While Lizzie was desperately trying to act smooth and calm in front of Gordo, and failing, Miranda studied him and peered past him.
Gordo's appearance had changed. Not a lot; he was still recognizable, but he had definitely changed his look.
He was way more handsome.
One of the first things Miranda noticed was that he grew. Back in high school, Gordo was almost a head shorter than Lizzie. Now, he was a bit taller. Not much, but he grew. He had also cut his hair shorter, and while it was still as unruly as ever, it was shorter. He had gold streaks in it, like someone had accidentally splattered gold paint on his hair with a paintbrush. His hair gave the appearance that he didn't care what other people thought about it, and that he never bothered to comb it himself.
"Yo, what's up dude?" Matt asked loudly, happily. It felt good to see Gordo again.
"Nothing," Gordo said quickly, still looking expectantly at Lizzie. Was she still that mad at him?
Lizzie looked away from his soft blue eyes. It felt too hard for her to see them. It brought back memories that she didn't want to confront. Memories of love for Gordo.
Reminiscences she didn't want anymore. Those were memories that might potentially destroy her relationship with Ethan.
Gordo looked like he knew what she was thinking, and he too, glanced away.
Miranda took away the awkward silence. "So Gordo. It's me, Miranda."
"Yeah. I know," Gordo said, still talking to her like an old friend, so different from the way to talked to Lizzie. He grinned, and she was relieved to be past any embarrassing moments.
"Can we come in?" Matt asked.
"Sure," Gordo said, acting more like a waiter than a friend.
Miranda walked past Lizzie and whispered quietly, "he's hot." Lizzie gave a nervous and quiet chuckle.
Gordo sat down. He was wearing a way-to-big shirt, and an equally large pants. They looked like a guy's version of pajamas. He yawned, as if he hadn't slept for a long time.
Miranda inspected the room. It was large – the living room itself was bigger than Matt and Miranda's newly purchased apartment. It was tastefully decorated with all sorts of small, fancy things. It felt, smelled, and looked like a model home for the million-dollar homes at Beverly Hills.
As Miranda scanned the room, her eye caught a very large poster. It read
KEVIN DAVID LINDA
O'Nep Scagger Malton
SCAM
(Picture)
Directed by: Peter Jackson
Co-directed by: David Gordon
Miranda gasped in shock. Maybe that was where he got all that money. She decided to bring it into the topic.
"Gordo," she said, pointing.
Gordo looked at where she pointed at, as did Lizzie and Matt. He nodded knowingly.
"So dude, is that where you got all that money?" Matt asked.
"Yes," Gordo said. "Tons of it. You should see my car. It's really cool."
Matt's eyes widened. "Let's go take a look!"
Boys and their toys, Miranda thought, rolling her eyes. Then she laughed, and put her hand on Matt's. "Not now," she said.
Matt looked disappointed, but didn't go anywhere.
"Have him around your fingers, eh, Miranda?" Gordo said. Matt turned red, and Miranda looked sheepish.
"You better watch out for her bossing around," Gordo joked.
Miranda looked again around saw a picture, in what looked like a real silver frame. It was her, Lizzie, and Gordo in Rome, against the backdrop of the beautiful city at night, with all its bright, pretty lights and buildings.
"Do want something to drink?" Gordo asked, returning to be the polite waiter.
"Nothing," Lizzie said quickly. "I'm fine."
"Water," Miranda said.
"Yo, do you have any coke?" Matt said, grinning. Lizzie stared daggers at him.
"Just a sec," Gordo said. He went into the kitchen to grab Miranda's water and Matt's coke.
He returned only a few moments later. They all sat down, and Miranda could tell Lizzie was too embarrassed and still stunned about seeing Gordo to make much of a conversation.
"So, you look different now," Lizzie said, then cringed. What a smooth thing to say to your best friend, she thought.
Gordo looked quizzically at Lizzie. "I guess."
"Really different," Matt added on helpfully.
If looks could kill, Matt would be dead. Luckily, Matt was just playing out his part good.
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I couldn't think of anything for their conversation. Must be my worst chapter ever. Probably my shortest, too. But still, review. Press the 'go' button on the bottom left corner of the page.
Thanks. I'll put a chapter during spring break.