DISCLAIMER: By now you should all know that I own nothing. Well. except for
the fifty cents and candy wrapper in my pocket.
By the way. sorry I haven't updated in ages! I know I promised a while back that I'd update like every other day. but my computer was being mean to me and wouldn't let me upload. Thanks for being patient, and thanks to those of you who reviewed! I'm glad you're liking the story so far!
What You Didn't Expect
Chapter 12: Gordo, Master of Cookie Baking Disaster
"Liz! Miranda's on the phone!" Gordo called, putting the phone back up to his ear. "Hang on, Miranda. she's right here."
He handed Lizzie the phone and went back to scooping cookies off the tray he'd just pulled from the oven. He'd forgotten how much he missed their childhood escapades, and baking cookies had always been fun.
"Hey, Miranda!" Lizzie went out to the living room to talk to her, but Gordo kept an ear on their conversation. 'I'm not eavesdropping. okay, so maybe I am,' he thought.
"Oh, yeah. I forgot to tell you about it earlier. yes, Miranda. okay, so I was talking to this guy online." Gordo smiled to himself and turned his attention back to the cookies. He heard his name again a few seconds later, and strained to hear what she was saying now.
"Yeah, we're having a blast. we made cookies earlier. Mmm-hmm. he sure did!"
'I sure did what?' Gordo thought, walking over to the doorway, but hiding behind the wall. He wanted to know what she was talking about. Lizzie giggled and said something else to Miranda, then he heard her footsteps as she walked toward the kitchen. Gordo turned to hurry back to the stove, but tripped over his own feet and stumbled, almost falling, right into the stove.
"OW!" he yelled, jerking his hand away from the hot cookie tray he'd grabbed when trying to break his fall. He slipped again, and this time grabbed the cord on the mixer. It fell over, knocked the cookie tray off the counter, and everything came tumbling down on top of Gordo. Lizzie looked into the kitchen and saw Gordo on the floor, cookies all around him, with the mixer in his lap and the cookie tray overturned beside him. First instinct told her to laugh, and when she finally caught her breath, she hurried over to him.
"Gordo." She burst out laughing again.
"What's so funny? And what was all that noise?" Miranda was asking on the other end of the line.
"Gordo and baking, failed again. Gordo, what'd you do?!" Lizzie giggled again as she grabbed a hot pad and picked up the hot cookie tray off the floor. Gordo looked up at her pathetically from the floor. She smiled and offered her hand to help him up and he set the mixer on the counter top, then dusted himself off.
"I tripped. burned my hand on the cookie tray. and fell. and everything came down with me."
"Lizzie! What's going on?!" Miranda was practically yelling into the phone.
"Nothing. it was just Gordo, master of cookie baking disaster," Lizzie giggled.
By the way. sorry I haven't updated in ages! I know I promised a while back that I'd update like every other day. but my computer was being mean to me and wouldn't let me upload. Thanks for being patient, and thanks to those of you who reviewed! I'm glad you're liking the story so far!
What You Didn't Expect
Chapter 12: Gordo, Master of Cookie Baking Disaster
"Liz! Miranda's on the phone!" Gordo called, putting the phone back up to his ear. "Hang on, Miranda. she's right here."
He handed Lizzie the phone and went back to scooping cookies off the tray he'd just pulled from the oven. He'd forgotten how much he missed their childhood escapades, and baking cookies had always been fun.
"Hey, Miranda!" Lizzie went out to the living room to talk to her, but Gordo kept an ear on their conversation. 'I'm not eavesdropping. okay, so maybe I am,' he thought.
"Oh, yeah. I forgot to tell you about it earlier. yes, Miranda. okay, so I was talking to this guy online." Gordo smiled to himself and turned his attention back to the cookies. He heard his name again a few seconds later, and strained to hear what she was saying now.
"Yeah, we're having a blast. we made cookies earlier. Mmm-hmm. he sure did!"
'I sure did what?' Gordo thought, walking over to the doorway, but hiding behind the wall. He wanted to know what she was talking about. Lizzie giggled and said something else to Miranda, then he heard her footsteps as she walked toward the kitchen. Gordo turned to hurry back to the stove, but tripped over his own feet and stumbled, almost falling, right into the stove.
"OW!" he yelled, jerking his hand away from the hot cookie tray he'd grabbed when trying to break his fall. He slipped again, and this time grabbed the cord on the mixer. It fell over, knocked the cookie tray off the counter, and everything came tumbling down on top of Gordo. Lizzie looked into the kitchen and saw Gordo on the floor, cookies all around him, with the mixer in his lap and the cookie tray overturned beside him. First instinct told her to laugh, and when she finally caught her breath, she hurried over to him.
"Gordo." She burst out laughing again.
"What's so funny? And what was all that noise?" Miranda was asking on the other end of the line.
"Gordo and baking, failed again. Gordo, what'd you do?!" Lizzie giggled again as she grabbed a hot pad and picked up the hot cookie tray off the floor. Gordo looked up at her pathetically from the floor. She smiled and offered her hand to help him up and he set the mixer on the counter top, then dusted himself off.
"I tripped. burned my hand on the cookie tray. and fell. and everything came down with me."
"Lizzie! What's going on?!" Miranda was practically yelling into the phone.
"Nothing. it was just Gordo, master of cookie baking disaster," Lizzie giggled.