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Isn't it Ironic?
Chapter 4: The Latest News
"Lizzie!" called Gordo, as he swept Lizzie into his arms. He whispered in her ear; "You have no idea how much I've missed you."
She smiled. "I have a slight idea." She replied, as she let go.
"Hey you!" called Miranda, as she hugged Gordo.
"Miranda!" he replied, "How's our budding singer."
"Awesome, now that you're here." She replied. "How about you?"
"Are you kidding?!? I got my 2 girls, and I'm done with classes until next year! Life could not get much better." He announced, as the three friends linked arms. "Now, onto luggage claim!"
They walked to the baggage carrousel, and waited for Gordo's bags to appear. They were laughing and smiling, and having a grand old time - and they were still in the airport! Lizzie couldn't believe she was ever worried about Gordo changing. He was exactly the same Gordo she had always known and loved.
"So, you're done with classes huh?" asked Lizzie.
"Well, essentially." Gordo replied. "I'm going back in a couple weeks to participate in this internship thing. I'll be working on a documentary for a film festival with 9 other students until mid-June. We get enough credits to make up for a term, so I won't be hitting the books again till September!"
"Gordo that's incredible!" exclaimed Miranda. "Move over Steven Spielberg!"
"Yeah! Only 10 students out of your whole class! That's really impressive!" Lizzie proclaimed. "How come you never mentioned it before?"
"Well, it was always a possibility, but I didn't find out it was definite until yesterday." Gordo answered. "I didn't want to jinx myself."
"Oh please!" Miranda retorted. "You totally knew you'd get it. Stop being so modest, Gordo."
There it was: Miranda's cut to the point, raw view of things. He could always count on her for an honest opinion.
"Well, that's beside the point now." He replied. "And thanks for having so much confidence in me."
"No prob." Replied Miranda.
"So," said Lizzie, "Did they ship your bags by UPS or something?"
"Maybe." Replied Gordo. "It's taking long enough."
A loud beeping noise sounded, followed by a thumping of bags being dropped onto the metal platform.
"Well," said Miranda, "Speak of the devils!"
15 minutes later, they were back on the road. Lizzie sped down the LA freeway. Gordo sat by her side, and Miranda sat in the back seat.
"So, you guys got any good dirt on our old classmates?" asked Gordo.
"Can this be happening?" asked Lizzie, pretending to be shocked. "Gordo actually cares about the quote 'mindless trendoids'?"
"It's not that I care, it's just I want to be able to share in the laughs if Ethan Craft finally figured out that pi doesn't always refer to a fruit filled desert pastry, or if Kate got herself pregnant or kicked out of the elite." He replied.
"Well, sorry to disappoint you, but we got nothing." Answered Miranda. "Unless Lizzie is keeping something from me."
"Well, you guys remember Parker McKenzie, right?" asked Lizzie.
"Oh yeah!" replied Gordo. "You sat on her Titanic lunchbox in fifth grade!"
"Thanks for reminding me Gordo." Replied Lizzie. "Anyway, she goes to Cal State too. We have Into to American Literature together. Her older sister goes to Northeastern College in Boston."
"Yeah, and?" asked Miranda.
"Wait a second," said Gordo, "didn't Claire go to Northeastern?"
"Yep. Parker's sister is on the cheerleading squad with her." Remarked Lizzie. "She told Parker, that they hosted a mixer with a couple of other schools around there, including Harvard. Apparently Claire got incredibly drunk and hooked up with none other than.."
"Who?!?" asked Gordo and Miranda, simultaneously.
"Larry Tudgeman." Said Lizzie slowly.
"Eww! Not the Tudge!" exclaimed Gordo in disgust.
"The one and only." Replied Lizzie, as she looked in the rearview mirror at the backseat. "You okay Miranda?"
"Oh, I'm fine! Just trying to picture Kate when she finds out about it!" she replied. "Talk about a Kodak moment!"
They all laughed at that. After another half hour of talking and laughing, they arrived at Gordo's house. Lizzie pulled into the driveway, and turned off the car.
"You want us to leave?" asked Miranda.
"No. You guys come in. I need the moral support." Replied Gordo. He hadn't yet informed his parents that he would be working on the documentary. They were still a little sore about Gordo deciding to major in film rather than the family profession: psychology. Lizzie felt bad. Gordo's parents were wonderful, but he didn't have the close bond Lizzie did with her parents.
Gordo grabbed his stuff, took a deep breath, and opened the door.
"David! Is that you?" called Gordo's mother. Lizzie laughed. It was still funny for her to hear people call Gordo, David. Even her own parents referred to him by his nickname.
"Hey Mom!" called out Gordo, as he gave his mom a kiss on her cheek. "How are you?"
"Fine! Just fine! Welcome home David!" she replied. "Lizzie, Miranda! Come on in!"
"Hi Mrs. Gordon." The girls said.
"I just finished a batch of oatmeal cookies, come have some!" Mrs. Gordon commanded them.
The 3 retreated to the Gordons' living room and spoke about college, and how it was so different from what they were used to.
"David, I know you want to spend time with your friends, but your father and I want to see you too!" Mrs. Gordon spoke up.
"Oh I know Mom! I want to see you and Dad too." Replied Gordo.
"Well, tomorrow is Sunday, so why don't we have a nice family dinner. Ok?" asked Mrs. Gordon.
"Sure." Answered Gordo.
"Ok then." She smiled.
Gordo's father arrived home, and more words were exchanged. Finally, Gordo decided it was time to leave.
"Well, I think we'll go grab a pizza or something. I'll be home later." Said Gordo.
"Ok." Replied his parents.
As they left the Gordon house, Lizzie was astonished.
"Lucky!" she exclaimed. "No, be careful son, or be home by 12:00 David."
"So?" asked Gordo. "They trust me, thats all."
"Man, your parents have got to teach mine that." Replied Miranda.
"So, what'll it be?" asked Gordo, as they all got back into the Jeep. "Movies, pizza?"
"Well, it's 2:30 now, we could go hang at the Digital Bean for a little while, then catch a bite." Suggested Miranda
"Ok, but let's stop by my house first." Replied Lizzie. "My parents are dying to see you, Gordo!"
"What can I say?" asked Gordo. "I'm a popular guy!"
TBC!
Review!
Disclaimer: OK - One more time: Don't own it, don't sue me!
Isn't it Ironic?
Chapter 4: The Latest News
"Lizzie!" called Gordo, as he swept Lizzie into his arms. He whispered in her ear; "You have no idea how much I've missed you."
She smiled. "I have a slight idea." She replied, as she let go.
"Hey you!" called Miranda, as she hugged Gordo.
"Miranda!" he replied, "How's our budding singer."
"Awesome, now that you're here." She replied. "How about you?"
"Are you kidding?!? I got my 2 girls, and I'm done with classes until next year! Life could not get much better." He announced, as the three friends linked arms. "Now, onto luggage claim!"
They walked to the baggage carrousel, and waited for Gordo's bags to appear. They were laughing and smiling, and having a grand old time - and they were still in the airport! Lizzie couldn't believe she was ever worried about Gordo changing. He was exactly the same Gordo she had always known and loved.
"So, you're done with classes huh?" asked Lizzie.
"Well, essentially." Gordo replied. "I'm going back in a couple weeks to participate in this internship thing. I'll be working on a documentary for a film festival with 9 other students until mid-June. We get enough credits to make up for a term, so I won't be hitting the books again till September!"
"Gordo that's incredible!" exclaimed Miranda. "Move over Steven Spielberg!"
"Yeah! Only 10 students out of your whole class! That's really impressive!" Lizzie proclaimed. "How come you never mentioned it before?"
"Well, it was always a possibility, but I didn't find out it was definite until yesterday." Gordo answered. "I didn't want to jinx myself."
"Oh please!" Miranda retorted. "You totally knew you'd get it. Stop being so modest, Gordo."
There it was: Miranda's cut to the point, raw view of things. He could always count on her for an honest opinion.
"Well, that's beside the point now." He replied. "And thanks for having so much confidence in me."
"No prob." Replied Miranda.
"So," said Lizzie, "Did they ship your bags by UPS or something?"
"Maybe." Replied Gordo. "It's taking long enough."
A loud beeping noise sounded, followed by a thumping of bags being dropped onto the metal platform.
"Well," said Miranda, "Speak of the devils!"
15 minutes later, they were back on the road. Lizzie sped down the LA freeway. Gordo sat by her side, and Miranda sat in the back seat.
"So, you guys got any good dirt on our old classmates?" asked Gordo.
"Can this be happening?" asked Lizzie, pretending to be shocked. "Gordo actually cares about the quote 'mindless trendoids'?"
"It's not that I care, it's just I want to be able to share in the laughs if Ethan Craft finally figured out that pi doesn't always refer to a fruit filled desert pastry, or if Kate got herself pregnant or kicked out of the elite." He replied.
"Well, sorry to disappoint you, but we got nothing." Answered Miranda. "Unless Lizzie is keeping something from me."
"Well, you guys remember Parker McKenzie, right?" asked Lizzie.
"Oh yeah!" replied Gordo. "You sat on her Titanic lunchbox in fifth grade!"
"Thanks for reminding me Gordo." Replied Lizzie. "Anyway, she goes to Cal State too. We have Into to American Literature together. Her older sister goes to Northeastern College in Boston."
"Yeah, and?" asked Miranda.
"Wait a second," said Gordo, "didn't Claire go to Northeastern?"
"Yep. Parker's sister is on the cheerleading squad with her." Remarked Lizzie. "She told Parker, that they hosted a mixer with a couple of other schools around there, including Harvard. Apparently Claire got incredibly drunk and hooked up with none other than.."
"Who?!?" asked Gordo and Miranda, simultaneously.
"Larry Tudgeman." Said Lizzie slowly.
"Eww! Not the Tudge!" exclaimed Gordo in disgust.
"The one and only." Replied Lizzie, as she looked in the rearview mirror at the backseat. "You okay Miranda?"
"Oh, I'm fine! Just trying to picture Kate when she finds out about it!" she replied. "Talk about a Kodak moment!"
They all laughed at that. After another half hour of talking and laughing, they arrived at Gordo's house. Lizzie pulled into the driveway, and turned off the car.
"You want us to leave?" asked Miranda.
"No. You guys come in. I need the moral support." Replied Gordo. He hadn't yet informed his parents that he would be working on the documentary. They were still a little sore about Gordo deciding to major in film rather than the family profession: psychology. Lizzie felt bad. Gordo's parents were wonderful, but he didn't have the close bond Lizzie did with her parents.
Gordo grabbed his stuff, took a deep breath, and opened the door.
"David! Is that you?" called Gordo's mother. Lizzie laughed. It was still funny for her to hear people call Gordo, David. Even her own parents referred to him by his nickname.
"Hey Mom!" called out Gordo, as he gave his mom a kiss on her cheek. "How are you?"
"Fine! Just fine! Welcome home David!" she replied. "Lizzie, Miranda! Come on in!"
"Hi Mrs. Gordon." The girls said.
"I just finished a batch of oatmeal cookies, come have some!" Mrs. Gordon commanded them.
The 3 retreated to the Gordons' living room and spoke about college, and how it was so different from what they were used to.
"David, I know you want to spend time with your friends, but your father and I want to see you too!" Mrs. Gordon spoke up.
"Oh I know Mom! I want to see you and Dad too." Replied Gordo.
"Well, tomorrow is Sunday, so why don't we have a nice family dinner. Ok?" asked Mrs. Gordon.
"Sure." Answered Gordo.
"Ok then." She smiled.
Gordo's father arrived home, and more words were exchanged. Finally, Gordo decided it was time to leave.
"Well, I think we'll go grab a pizza or something. I'll be home later." Said Gordo.
"Ok." Replied his parents.
As they left the Gordon house, Lizzie was astonished.
"Lucky!" she exclaimed. "No, be careful son, or be home by 12:00 David."
"So?" asked Gordo. "They trust me, thats all."
"Man, your parents have got to teach mine that." Replied Miranda.
"So, what'll it be?" asked Gordo, as they all got back into the Jeep. "Movies, pizza?"
"Well, it's 2:30 now, we could go hang at the Digital Bean for a little while, then catch a bite." Suggested Miranda
"Ok, but let's stop by my house first." Replied Lizzie. "My parents are dying to see you, Gordo!"
"What can I say?" asked Gordo. "I'm a popular guy!"
TBC!
Review!