What You Didn't Expect
Chapter 19: We're Not Even Dating!
Gordo pulled up into Miranda's driveway four days later. 'Whose car is that? Miranda never mentioned getting a new car,' he thought, eyeing the black Sentra in her driveway. He got out of his Explorer and walked up to her door.
"Hey, Gordo! Good to see you finally made it here!" Miranda exclaimed, hugging him and then welcoming him into her house.
"I'm glad to be back here. Hey, when did you get that car out there?"
"Oh, that's not mine."
"Oh! Who's here?" Gordo was curious.
"Don't be pickin' on my little Sentra, it's a great little car and it's been very good to me." Gordo knew that voice. His eyes widened when Lizzie ambled into the living room.
"Hey, Gordo!" she exclaimed. She ran over and hugged him tightly, then gave him a quick little kiss.
"Liz! When did you get here? Did you just pack up and come straight here when you got home from visiting me?" Gordo teased.
"That I did. packed EVERYTHING up and had it hauled here. it's all out in Miranda's garage, waiting for me to find the perfect place," Lizzie said.
"Wait. so you're living here now? What happened to Florida? I thought you had a good job there and you weren't coming back here." Gordo looked utterly confused.
Lizzie knew she'd thrown him a curveball, Gordo never made that face unless she and Miranda were talking girl talk too strange for him to comprehend.
"Yes, Gordo, I'm living here now. Right here. With Miranda, until I can find a decent place. I found a job online. You know, the internet? I'm sure you're all too familiar with it."
Gordo shook his head as if he were trying to clear it out. Lizzie and Miranda just laughed.
*~*~*~*
"Oh God, Miranda! I wish I'd had a camera. Gordo looked so adorable, sitting there on the floor with cookies all over the place. Never leave him alone with anything!" Lizzie giggled. Gordo gave her a look, and she leaned over to kiss his cheek.
"Come on, hun, you know it was funny," she teased.
Miranda had demanded to hear all the funny stories from Lizzie and Gordo's week together, so they had all settled down in her living room to watch TV and talk about the trip.
"You two are so cute. When's the wedding?" Miranda asked, looking at Lizzie, who looked quite comfortable relaxing in Gordo's arms.
"Miranda Isabella Sanchez! We're not getting married. We're not even dating!" Lizzie exclaimed. She didn't see the hurt look on Gordo's face when she said that.
"You're not? You guys look awfully cozy there. You sure there's nothing going on with you two?"
Lizzie wanted to kick Miranda right then, but knew better. She knew that Miranda would be expecting a royal beating later.
"If there was, why would we tell you about it?" Gordo teased. Lizzie felt her face get hot. What was going on between her and Gordo, anyway? He'd kissed her, he'd told her he loved her, he was holding her in his arms right then, and every aspect of a romantic relationship with him seemed so perfect to her. But they hadn't talked about it at all. Did he just think that things had fallen into place, and that she was his, and he was hers? Were they together, in his mind? 'Gordo, why can't you TALK TO ME about these things?' Lizzie thought frustratedly.
Chapter 19: We're Not Even Dating!
Gordo pulled up into Miranda's driveway four days later. 'Whose car is that? Miranda never mentioned getting a new car,' he thought, eyeing the black Sentra in her driveway. He got out of his Explorer and walked up to her door.
"Hey, Gordo! Good to see you finally made it here!" Miranda exclaimed, hugging him and then welcoming him into her house.
"I'm glad to be back here. Hey, when did you get that car out there?"
"Oh, that's not mine."
"Oh! Who's here?" Gordo was curious.
"Don't be pickin' on my little Sentra, it's a great little car and it's been very good to me." Gordo knew that voice. His eyes widened when Lizzie ambled into the living room.
"Hey, Gordo!" she exclaimed. She ran over and hugged him tightly, then gave him a quick little kiss.
"Liz! When did you get here? Did you just pack up and come straight here when you got home from visiting me?" Gordo teased.
"That I did. packed EVERYTHING up and had it hauled here. it's all out in Miranda's garage, waiting for me to find the perfect place," Lizzie said.
"Wait. so you're living here now? What happened to Florida? I thought you had a good job there and you weren't coming back here." Gordo looked utterly confused.
Lizzie knew she'd thrown him a curveball, Gordo never made that face unless she and Miranda were talking girl talk too strange for him to comprehend.
"Yes, Gordo, I'm living here now. Right here. With Miranda, until I can find a decent place. I found a job online. You know, the internet? I'm sure you're all too familiar with it."
Gordo shook his head as if he were trying to clear it out. Lizzie and Miranda just laughed.
*~*~*~*
"Oh God, Miranda! I wish I'd had a camera. Gordo looked so adorable, sitting there on the floor with cookies all over the place. Never leave him alone with anything!" Lizzie giggled. Gordo gave her a look, and she leaned over to kiss his cheek.
"Come on, hun, you know it was funny," she teased.
Miranda had demanded to hear all the funny stories from Lizzie and Gordo's week together, so they had all settled down in her living room to watch TV and talk about the trip.
"You two are so cute. When's the wedding?" Miranda asked, looking at Lizzie, who looked quite comfortable relaxing in Gordo's arms.
"Miranda Isabella Sanchez! We're not getting married. We're not even dating!" Lizzie exclaimed. She didn't see the hurt look on Gordo's face when she said that.
"You're not? You guys look awfully cozy there. You sure there's nothing going on with you two?"
Lizzie wanted to kick Miranda right then, but knew better. She knew that Miranda would be expecting a royal beating later.
"If there was, why would we tell you about it?" Gordo teased. Lizzie felt her face get hot. What was going on between her and Gordo, anyway? He'd kissed her, he'd told her he loved her, he was holding her in his arms right then, and every aspect of a romantic relationship with him seemed so perfect to her. But they hadn't talked about it at all. Did he just think that things had fallen into place, and that she was his, and he was hers? Were they together, in his mind? 'Gordo, why can't you TALK TO ME about these things?' Lizzie thought frustratedly.