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What You Didn't Expect
Chapter 15: Chicken!
Monday evening arrived all too quickly, and Gordo felt entirely disappointed in himself. Lizzie would be flying back to Florida the next day, and he hadn't been able to get up the nerve to talk to her about their relationship. 'Chicken!' he taunted himself as he got out of his car after work. She was probably up in his apartment right that second, packing her things, so she could hop on her plane tomorrow and leave him again. He sighed heavily as he climbed the stairs to his apartment.
"Gordo! How was your day?" Gordo looked up in surprise when he walked into his apartment. Lizzie stood in the doorway of his kitchen, her hands clasped together and an excited look on her face. He cocked an eyebrow at her curiously.
"Um. it was alright, I guess. what are you so excited about? Happy to be leaving me tomorrow?" he asked dejectedly.
Lizzie frowned. "No! I'm never happy about leaving you or Miranda, you know that. Follow me."
Gordo followed her into his dining room and his eyes widened in surprise. Lizzie had the lights dimmed, and there was a candle burning on each side of a vase of short-stemmed roses in the center of the small table, which she had set for two. The smell of spaghetti filled his senses. His favorite. Was he dreaming? He turned to look at her, and she smiled. "Do you like it?" she asked hopefully.
He walked over to her and leaned in to give her a kiss. "I'll take that as a yes," she said, giggling. Gordo smiled. "I love it. But. isn't it supposed to be the other way around? As in, I surprise you with the romantic dinner when you come home from work?"
"So it's backwards. Have you ever known me to walk with the crowd?" Lizzie smiled, then motioned to the table.
"Sit?" He gladly complied. Hell, she could have said, "Walk barefoot over burning coals, snow, and spikes", and he'd have done it without thinking twice.
Lizzie served their dinner, then sat down across from him. They ate in complete silence, enjoying the food and the others' company. When they were done, Lizzie cleared their plates from the table and put them in the dishwasher, then went out to the living room.
"Gordo?" she called. No response, but she heard the water shut off in the bathroom, so she headed back there. She poked her head into the bathroom, but it was dark and empty. That left Gordo's room, so she peeked in there, and saw him digging around in the top drawer of his dresser, his back to her.
"Wanna watch a movie?" she asked. Gordo spun around quickly, obviously startled. He laughed nervously.
"Uh, sure. You pick, okay? I'll be out in a minute." Lizzie thought he was acting a little weird, but shrugged it off and went out to the living room to pick out a movie. After looking through Gordo's collection, she chose 'Dirty Dancing', an old favorite of both of them.
"What are we watching?" Gordo asked as he retreated from his bedroom. Lizzie held up the movie and he grinned. "An oldie!"
"But a goodie!" Lizzie responded, popping it into the DVD player and turning on the TV. Gordo sat down on the couch. Lizzie grabbed the DVD remote off the top of the TV, then shut off the light and settled down on the floor in front of Gordo. The movie started to play and she felt his fingers toying with her hair. She turned to look at him, and he just smiled at her.
What was happening? She couldn't concentrate on the movie, and before she knew it, he was beside her, his hand lightly touching her face. Her breath caught in her throat as she turned to look at him and he leaned in to kiss her, so soft that she barely felt his lips on hers. She closed her eyes and returned his kiss. When she opened them, she stared into his, searching for the answers to the million questions running through her head.
"Gordo. what's happening to us? I-... I'm so confused," she whispered.
He paused for a second, unsure of whether he should tell her. 'It's now or never,' he thought, then took a deep breath before he spoke.
"I don't know any other ways to make you understand, Liz, other than to say it. I love you."
What You Didn't Expect
Chapter 15: Chicken!
Monday evening arrived all too quickly, and Gordo felt entirely disappointed in himself. Lizzie would be flying back to Florida the next day, and he hadn't been able to get up the nerve to talk to her about their relationship. 'Chicken!' he taunted himself as he got out of his car after work. She was probably up in his apartment right that second, packing her things, so she could hop on her plane tomorrow and leave him again. He sighed heavily as he climbed the stairs to his apartment.
"Gordo! How was your day?" Gordo looked up in surprise when he walked into his apartment. Lizzie stood in the doorway of his kitchen, her hands clasped together and an excited look on her face. He cocked an eyebrow at her curiously.
"Um. it was alright, I guess. what are you so excited about? Happy to be leaving me tomorrow?" he asked dejectedly.
Lizzie frowned. "No! I'm never happy about leaving you or Miranda, you know that. Follow me."
Gordo followed her into his dining room and his eyes widened in surprise. Lizzie had the lights dimmed, and there was a candle burning on each side of a vase of short-stemmed roses in the center of the small table, which she had set for two. The smell of spaghetti filled his senses. His favorite. Was he dreaming? He turned to look at her, and she smiled. "Do you like it?" she asked hopefully.
He walked over to her and leaned in to give her a kiss. "I'll take that as a yes," she said, giggling. Gordo smiled. "I love it. But. isn't it supposed to be the other way around? As in, I surprise you with the romantic dinner when you come home from work?"
"So it's backwards. Have you ever known me to walk with the crowd?" Lizzie smiled, then motioned to the table.
"Sit?" He gladly complied. Hell, she could have said, "Walk barefoot over burning coals, snow, and spikes", and he'd have done it without thinking twice.
Lizzie served their dinner, then sat down across from him. They ate in complete silence, enjoying the food and the others' company. When they were done, Lizzie cleared their plates from the table and put them in the dishwasher, then went out to the living room.
"Gordo?" she called. No response, but she heard the water shut off in the bathroom, so she headed back there. She poked her head into the bathroom, but it was dark and empty. That left Gordo's room, so she peeked in there, and saw him digging around in the top drawer of his dresser, his back to her.
"Wanna watch a movie?" she asked. Gordo spun around quickly, obviously startled. He laughed nervously.
"Uh, sure. You pick, okay? I'll be out in a minute." Lizzie thought he was acting a little weird, but shrugged it off and went out to the living room to pick out a movie. After looking through Gordo's collection, she chose 'Dirty Dancing', an old favorite of both of them.
"What are we watching?" Gordo asked as he retreated from his bedroom. Lizzie held up the movie and he grinned. "An oldie!"
"But a goodie!" Lizzie responded, popping it into the DVD player and turning on the TV. Gordo sat down on the couch. Lizzie grabbed the DVD remote off the top of the TV, then shut off the light and settled down on the floor in front of Gordo. The movie started to play and she felt his fingers toying with her hair. She turned to look at him, and he just smiled at her.
What was happening? She couldn't concentrate on the movie, and before she knew it, he was beside her, his hand lightly touching her face. Her breath caught in her throat as she turned to look at him and he leaned in to kiss her, so soft that she barely felt his lips on hers. She closed her eyes and returned his kiss. When she opened them, she stared into his, searching for the answers to the million questions running through her head.
"Gordo. what's happening to us? I-... I'm so confused," she whispered.
He paused for a second, unsure of whether he should tell her. 'It's now or never,' he thought, then took a deep breath before he spoke.
"I don't know any other ways to make you understand, Liz, other than to say it. I love you."