Chapter 3: Without You
"David Zephyr Gordon!" Roberta Gordon's voice came echoing up the stairs.
"Uh oh." Gordo said, shooting a look at Miranda.
"Open this door!" Gordo's mother said, banging on the door.
Gordo and Miranda looked at each other, and then Miranda practically dove headfirst into Gordo's closet.
Gordo shut the closet door and then opened his bedroom door. "Something wrong?"
"The police are here, along with Edward Sanchez. They'd like to speak to you."
"Oh...really? I guess this is about Miranda?"
"Of course. You don't know anything do you?" Roberta asked, looking her son in the eye.
Yikes. The shrink glare. Gordo hated when she pulled that, it was like some unbreakable retractor beam just pulling him in.
"No, not really. Just what I've heard in the halls." Gordo lied before continuing down the steps.
Roberta watched her son and shook her head. As slick as he thought he was, he still had a lot of learning to do.
"Just one more thing, David."
"Yeah?" Gordo asked, turning around.
Gordo's face flushed as he saw what his mom was holding.
"Is this yours?" she asked, holding up a bra.
***
Gordo and Miranda sat on the couch staring at the floor of the Sanchez house. Gordo's parents and Miranda's parents were in the kitchen talking.
"We are in so much trouble." Miranda said.
"I think we're seriously losing our touch." Gordo said, shaking his head. "We haven't gotten busted like this since...last year."
"We need to really work on our execution." Miranda said.
Just then, their parents came back into the living room.
"Speaking of execution..." Gordo muttered. "Here comes the axe."
"Well, David, Miranda. Where to begin." Edward Sanchez said.
"You two seem to be spending a lot of time together." Howard Gordon said, sitting down across from them.
Oh no. Here comes the psycho babble, Gordo thought.
"Tell me, are you two...dating?"
"No!" Miranda and Gordo said at the same time.
"Not dating. But yet...you spend the night in David's room, and probably in his bed." Roberta said.
Miranda groaned. She SO did not want to see where this is going.
"Miranda, David, don't you think you're a little bit too young to be involved in...sexual relationships?" Howard asked.
Gordo's head snapped up. "Okay, red light! No no no. We're not talking about that. That's an off-limits topic right there!"
"If you're having sexual intercourse you should be able to talk about it." Howard said.
"We are not having sexual intercourse!" Gordo said. Miranda didn't say anything, her face was getting redder and redder by the second. Gordo gave her a smile that seemed to say 'Relax, I'll get this one.' "Look, Miranda was upset about her parents getting a divorce, she needed a place to crash. I slept in the floor, she slept in my bed. That's it."
"Either way, we think that you two are spending way too much time together." Daniella Sanchez spoke up.
Miranda looked up for the first time the conversation had started.
"Mom, what exactly are you saying?"
"You two are forbidden to see each other."
***
"How long has she been crying?" Edward asked as he walked up the steps to see his wife with her ear pressed against Miranda's door.
"Four hours." Daniella said.
"Did we really have to seperate them like that Daniella? They've been friends since kindergarten."
"Edward, it's obvious they are more than friends. She's too young to be getting involved with boys in that way!"
"How do you know they're more than friends?"
"The Gordons are psychiatrists, they would know."
"Daniella they barely know their own son." Edward said. "They don't know the difference between a case file and an actual human being."
"Edward, don't be technical with me."
Edward sighed. "I'm through with being technical. I'm through with being everything."
"Fine." Daniella said.
"If you need me I'll be packing." Edward said, heading to the master bedroom.
Miranda had heard the dialogue between her parents just outside her bedroom door. It only encouraged her to cry even more. Turning her head to look out the window, she gazed out at the black sky. The sun had set awhile ago. She sniffled, wiping her face.
She needed someone to talk to, badly. She didn't want to call Lizzie, she wouldn't understand. In fact, knowing Lizzie, she'd be upset with Miranda at not telling her what had been going on. She sat up, hugging her knees to her chest.
How was she going to be able to get along without Gordo?
Before she could ponder it any further, she heard a rapping at her window. She looked up and her face lit up. Running over to the window, she opened it up.
"Gordo what are you doing here?" she asked to the brown haired boy sitting in the tree next to her window.
"Grab your jacket." Gordo said.
"Where are we going?" Miranda asked.
"I'm guessing you haven't ate yet." Gordo said.
"No. I haven't been in the mood." Miranda said. "What about you?"
"My parents are pulling ancient Chinese starvation torture tactics on me." Gordo said.
"Translation?"
"They sent me to bed without my supper." Gordo said flatly.
"My, how third grade-ish of you." Miranda said.
"Get your jacket, let's go! I'm hungry!"
"Alright." Miranda said. She grabbed her denim jacket and hopped out the window onto the tree. Gordo climbed down first, grabbing Miranda by the waist to help her down. As she turned around, their faces were just a few inches apart.
"I....thanks." Miranda said.
"Don't mention it." Gordo said softly, their eyes still locked. Clearing his throat, he finally broke away from her deep brown eyes. "Okay, let's go."
They took off down the street until they hit downtown.
"Digital Bean?" Miranda asked.
Gordo shook his head. "Not quite. If anyone sees us, we're screwed."
"Good point." Miranda said. "So where are we going?"
Gordo pointed.
"Seville Quarter? Gordo, we're not twenty one! We can't get in there."
"My cousin works there, I told him to hook us up."
"Oh. Okay." Miranda said with a shrug.
They walked into the club/restaraunt and looked around.
"Okay, well, I feel out of place." Miranda said.
"Don't worry about it. We're just...really young looking twenty one year olds."
Miranda laughed. "Yeah, okay."
It was good to know that no matter what could possibly come between her and Gordo, somehow they'd find a way to get around it.
"David Zephyr Gordon!" Roberta Gordon's voice came echoing up the stairs.
"Uh oh." Gordo said, shooting a look at Miranda.
"Open this door!" Gordo's mother said, banging on the door.
Gordo and Miranda looked at each other, and then Miranda practically dove headfirst into Gordo's closet.
Gordo shut the closet door and then opened his bedroom door. "Something wrong?"
"The police are here, along with Edward Sanchez. They'd like to speak to you."
"Oh...really? I guess this is about Miranda?"
"Of course. You don't know anything do you?" Roberta asked, looking her son in the eye.
Yikes. The shrink glare. Gordo hated when she pulled that, it was like some unbreakable retractor beam just pulling him in.
"No, not really. Just what I've heard in the halls." Gordo lied before continuing down the steps.
Roberta watched her son and shook her head. As slick as he thought he was, he still had a lot of learning to do.
"Just one more thing, David."
"Yeah?" Gordo asked, turning around.
Gordo's face flushed as he saw what his mom was holding.
"Is this yours?" she asked, holding up a bra.
***
Gordo and Miranda sat on the couch staring at the floor of the Sanchez house. Gordo's parents and Miranda's parents were in the kitchen talking.
"We are in so much trouble." Miranda said.
"I think we're seriously losing our touch." Gordo said, shaking his head. "We haven't gotten busted like this since...last year."
"We need to really work on our execution." Miranda said.
Just then, their parents came back into the living room.
"Speaking of execution..." Gordo muttered. "Here comes the axe."
"Well, David, Miranda. Where to begin." Edward Sanchez said.
"You two seem to be spending a lot of time together." Howard Gordon said, sitting down across from them.
Oh no. Here comes the psycho babble, Gordo thought.
"Tell me, are you two...dating?"
"No!" Miranda and Gordo said at the same time.
"Not dating. But yet...you spend the night in David's room, and probably in his bed." Roberta said.
Miranda groaned. She SO did not want to see where this is going.
"Miranda, David, don't you think you're a little bit too young to be involved in...sexual relationships?" Howard asked.
Gordo's head snapped up. "Okay, red light! No no no. We're not talking about that. That's an off-limits topic right there!"
"If you're having sexual intercourse you should be able to talk about it." Howard said.
"We are not having sexual intercourse!" Gordo said. Miranda didn't say anything, her face was getting redder and redder by the second. Gordo gave her a smile that seemed to say 'Relax, I'll get this one.' "Look, Miranda was upset about her parents getting a divorce, she needed a place to crash. I slept in the floor, she slept in my bed. That's it."
"Either way, we think that you two are spending way too much time together." Daniella Sanchez spoke up.
Miranda looked up for the first time the conversation had started.
"Mom, what exactly are you saying?"
"You two are forbidden to see each other."
***
"How long has she been crying?" Edward asked as he walked up the steps to see his wife with her ear pressed against Miranda's door.
"Four hours." Daniella said.
"Did we really have to seperate them like that Daniella? They've been friends since kindergarten."
"Edward, it's obvious they are more than friends. She's too young to be getting involved with boys in that way!"
"How do you know they're more than friends?"
"The Gordons are psychiatrists, they would know."
"Daniella they barely know their own son." Edward said. "They don't know the difference between a case file and an actual human being."
"Edward, don't be technical with me."
Edward sighed. "I'm through with being technical. I'm through with being everything."
"Fine." Daniella said.
"If you need me I'll be packing." Edward said, heading to the master bedroom.
Miranda had heard the dialogue between her parents just outside her bedroom door. It only encouraged her to cry even more. Turning her head to look out the window, she gazed out at the black sky. The sun had set awhile ago. She sniffled, wiping her face.
She needed someone to talk to, badly. She didn't want to call Lizzie, she wouldn't understand. In fact, knowing Lizzie, she'd be upset with Miranda at not telling her what had been going on. She sat up, hugging her knees to her chest.
How was she going to be able to get along without Gordo?
Before she could ponder it any further, she heard a rapping at her window. She looked up and her face lit up. Running over to the window, she opened it up.
"Gordo what are you doing here?" she asked to the brown haired boy sitting in the tree next to her window.
"Grab your jacket." Gordo said.
"Where are we going?" Miranda asked.
"I'm guessing you haven't ate yet." Gordo said.
"No. I haven't been in the mood." Miranda said. "What about you?"
"My parents are pulling ancient Chinese starvation torture tactics on me." Gordo said.
"Translation?"
"They sent me to bed without my supper." Gordo said flatly.
"My, how third grade-ish of you." Miranda said.
"Get your jacket, let's go! I'm hungry!"
"Alright." Miranda said. She grabbed her denim jacket and hopped out the window onto the tree. Gordo climbed down first, grabbing Miranda by the waist to help her down. As she turned around, their faces were just a few inches apart.
"I....thanks." Miranda said.
"Don't mention it." Gordo said softly, their eyes still locked. Clearing his throat, he finally broke away from her deep brown eyes. "Okay, let's go."
They took off down the street until they hit downtown.
"Digital Bean?" Miranda asked.
Gordo shook his head. "Not quite. If anyone sees us, we're screwed."
"Good point." Miranda said. "So where are we going?"
Gordo pointed.
"Seville Quarter? Gordo, we're not twenty one! We can't get in there."
"My cousin works there, I told him to hook us up."
"Oh. Okay." Miranda said with a shrug.
They walked into the club/restaraunt and looked around.
"Okay, well, I feel out of place." Miranda said.
"Don't worry about it. We're just...really young looking twenty one year olds."
Miranda laughed. "Yeah, okay."
It was good to know that no matter what could possibly come between her and Gordo, somehow they'd find a way to get around it.