LIZZIE'S P.O.V.
"Mr. Gordon? Mr. Gordon, are you there?" Yelled Lizzie, into the phone.
"Oh, I'm sorry Lizzie, I was just talking with the doctor."
"Why is Gordo in the hospital?"
"He was hit by a car."
"What? Oh no!"
"B-"
Lizzie hung up the phone, not hearing what else Gordo's dad had to say. Lizzie immediately got her parents, and they drove her to the hospital. It seemed like an eternity before she got there, and she was so worried about him. How badly hurt was he? What if he has amnesia? She couldn't bare the thought of Gordo not remembering who she was. So many thoughts were flying through her head; she started to break out in a sweat. She wiped her forehead, and then they arrived at the hospital. The traffic had been horrible, so it had taken them about an hour to get there. Lizzie didn't wait for her parents. She ran in, and found out where Gordo's room was. He ran to the room, and Gordo's dad was standing outside the room, talking with the doctor. Lizzie tried to hold back the tears of worry she had, when she went up to him.
"Is Gordo OK?" Asked a panicked Lizzie.
"Well, that's what I was going to tell you," Said Mr. Gordon, "Heh. But you hung up on me. He's fine Lizzie, it's just a broken leg."
She felt as if a large sack had been dropped from her head down to her feet. She was so happy that Gordo was ok. She ran past them and went in. Lizzie looked at a sleeping Gordo. He looked so cute and calm lying there. She almost felt like she could snuggle up next to him. She walked over to him and nudged his shoulder.
"Gordo." She whispered, "Gordo, wake up."
She kissed his forehead, as he slowly opened her eyes.
"Lizzie?"
"Yeah, it's me."
"Oh hey. Sorry I didn't show up today."
Could he be any sweeter? Here he was, lying on the bed with a cast on, recovering from being hit by a car, and he still apologized for not coming over. Lizzie giggled.
"Gordo, it's ok. I mean, you got hit by a car for cryin' out loud."
"Heh. Yeah, I guess your right."
"Well, I am not leaving your side, until you get better."
Then it hit her. She realized why all of this seemed so familiar. Lizzie now found her self in Gordo's position. Just like when Gordo took care of her in 4th grade when her leg was broken, she was going to repay him. They held there hands together and just sat their, saying nothing. They didn't need to. Looking into each other's eyes was all they needed.
GORDO'S P.O.V.
Sure, a car hit him, but for some reason, Gordo couldn't shake off the fact that he never made it to Lizzie's. He felt bad, even if Lizzie didn't want him to. Either way, this kinda sucked. He was looking forward to all the things he was going to do with Lizzie this summer, but now he was going to be stuck at home. The warmth radiating from there hands did make Gordo feel a little better though. He suddenly looked up.
"Hey there Gordo. You ok?" Said Mrs. McGuire.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Uh, where is Mr. McGuire?" Asked Gordo.
Just then, he saw Mr. McGuire enter, with a sub sandwich. Mrs. McGuire looked at him with an irritated look.
"What? WHAT?? I was hungry!" Said Mr. McGuire defensively.
Gordo only laughed. He looked over and saw Lizzie laughing nervously, her cheeks getting red. He smiled, and then looked back at Lizzie's parents. They walked out of the room, and talked to Gordo's dad.
"Gordo. I was so worried."
"There was nothing to be worried about Lizzie."
"But I was so scared." Tears began to slowly move down her face, "A million different thoughts were going though my mind. I didn't want to even think about what would have happened if you.you."
Lizzie buried her face into Gordo's chest, and began crying. Gordo held her tight, and whispered to her.
"It's ok Lizzie, it's ok. I'm fine, there is nothing to worry about now."
He began to feel the dampness of the tears through his shirt. He brushed his hand through Lizzie's hair, and she slowly stopped crying. She looked up at Gordo, and he wiped the tears away from her. He leaned in and kissed Lizzie, still holding her hand.
LIZZIE'S P.O.V.
The doctor came back in, pushing a wheelchair. He helped Gordo onto the chair, and before anyone else had their chance, Lizzie ran up, and took control of the wheelchair.
"Ahem. I've got it." Said Lizzie.
After a bunch of paperwork, Gordo was finally allowed to leave the hospital. She never felt such relief about anything in her life. They helped Gordo into the car, and Lizzie asked if she could ride with them.
"I don't see a problem. Do you honey?" Asked Mrs. McGuire, looking over to her husband.
"Mph. Yes-Mph." Replied Mr. McGuire, his mouth full of a sandwich.
They got in the car, and rode home. The whole way there, Lizzie didn't let go of Gordo's hand. She laid her head on his shoulder, and let her eyes close.
GORDO'S P.O.V.
He smiled when he noticed Lizzie falling asleep on his shoulder. He must have given her quite a scare. He looked out the window and saw that there was a huge traffic jam. He sat there, holding Lizzie's hand. He took his other palm, and stroked the top of her hand. No one, save his parents, has ever been so amazing to him. He didn't seem to mind this car ride. He didn't seem to mind the small amount of pain in his leg. He only cared about Lizzie. His sweet, golden haired girlfriend. His sweet golden haired best friend.
The evening sky was a brilliant orange by the time they finally entered the neighbor hood. They were almost at the house, so Gordo decided to wake Lizzie up. He nudged her a little, and she stirred a bit. She looked up at Gordo, and then looked out the window. She yawned and then put her head on Gordo's shoulder again. They pulled up to Gordo's house.
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"Mr. Gordon? Mr. Gordon, are you there?" Yelled Lizzie, into the phone.
"Oh, I'm sorry Lizzie, I was just talking with the doctor."
"Why is Gordo in the hospital?"
"He was hit by a car."
"What? Oh no!"
"B-"
Lizzie hung up the phone, not hearing what else Gordo's dad had to say. Lizzie immediately got her parents, and they drove her to the hospital. It seemed like an eternity before she got there, and she was so worried about him. How badly hurt was he? What if he has amnesia? She couldn't bare the thought of Gordo not remembering who she was. So many thoughts were flying through her head; she started to break out in a sweat. She wiped her forehead, and then they arrived at the hospital. The traffic had been horrible, so it had taken them about an hour to get there. Lizzie didn't wait for her parents. She ran in, and found out where Gordo's room was. He ran to the room, and Gordo's dad was standing outside the room, talking with the doctor. Lizzie tried to hold back the tears of worry she had, when she went up to him.
"Is Gordo OK?" Asked a panicked Lizzie.
"Well, that's what I was going to tell you," Said Mr. Gordon, "Heh. But you hung up on me. He's fine Lizzie, it's just a broken leg."
She felt as if a large sack had been dropped from her head down to her feet. She was so happy that Gordo was ok. She ran past them and went in. Lizzie looked at a sleeping Gordo. He looked so cute and calm lying there. She almost felt like she could snuggle up next to him. She walked over to him and nudged his shoulder.
"Gordo." She whispered, "Gordo, wake up."
She kissed his forehead, as he slowly opened her eyes.
"Lizzie?"
"Yeah, it's me."
"Oh hey. Sorry I didn't show up today."
Could he be any sweeter? Here he was, lying on the bed with a cast on, recovering from being hit by a car, and he still apologized for not coming over. Lizzie giggled.
"Gordo, it's ok. I mean, you got hit by a car for cryin' out loud."
"Heh. Yeah, I guess your right."
"Well, I am not leaving your side, until you get better."
Then it hit her. She realized why all of this seemed so familiar. Lizzie now found her self in Gordo's position. Just like when Gordo took care of her in 4th grade when her leg was broken, she was going to repay him. They held there hands together and just sat their, saying nothing. They didn't need to. Looking into each other's eyes was all they needed.
GORDO'S P.O.V.
Sure, a car hit him, but for some reason, Gordo couldn't shake off the fact that he never made it to Lizzie's. He felt bad, even if Lizzie didn't want him to. Either way, this kinda sucked. He was looking forward to all the things he was going to do with Lizzie this summer, but now he was going to be stuck at home. The warmth radiating from there hands did make Gordo feel a little better though. He suddenly looked up.
"Hey there Gordo. You ok?" Said Mrs. McGuire.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Uh, where is Mr. McGuire?" Asked Gordo.
Just then, he saw Mr. McGuire enter, with a sub sandwich. Mrs. McGuire looked at him with an irritated look.
"What? WHAT?? I was hungry!" Said Mr. McGuire defensively.
Gordo only laughed. He looked over and saw Lizzie laughing nervously, her cheeks getting red. He smiled, and then looked back at Lizzie's parents. They walked out of the room, and talked to Gordo's dad.
"Gordo. I was so worried."
"There was nothing to be worried about Lizzie."
"But I was so scared." Tears began to slowly move down her face, "A million different thoughts were going though my mind. I didn't want to even think about what would have happened if you.you."
Lizzie buried her face into Gordo's chest, and began crying. Gordo held her tight, and whispered to her.
"It's ok Lizzie, it's ok. I'm fine, there is nothing to worry about now."
He began to feel the dampness of the tears through his shirt. He brushed his hand through Lizzie's hair, and she slowly stopped crying. She looked up at Gordo, and he wiped the tears away from her. He leaned in and kissed Lizzie, still holding her hand.
LIZZIE'S P.O.V.
The doctor came back in, pushing a wheelchair. He helped Gordo onto the chair, and before anyone else had their chance, Lizzie ran up, and took control of the wheelchair.
"Ahem. I've got it." Said Lizzie.
After a bunch of paperwork, Gordo was finally allowed to leave the hospital. She never felt such relief about anything in her life. They helped Gordo into the car, and Lizzie asked if she could ride with them.
"I don't see a problem. Do you honey?" Asked Mrs. McGuire, looking over to her husband.
"Mph. Yes-Mph." Replied Mr. McGuire, his mouth full of a sandwich.
They got in the car, and rode home. The whole way there, Lizzie didn't let go of Gordo's hand. She laid her head on his shoulder, and let her eyes close.
GORDO'S P.O.V.
He smiled when he noticed Lizzie falling asleep on his shoulder. He must have given her quite a scare. He looked out the window and saw that there was a huge traffic jam. He sat there, holding Lizzie's hand. He took his other palm, and stroked the top of her hand. No one, save his parents, has ever been so amazing to him. He didn't seem to mind this car ride. He didn't seem to mind the small amount of pain in his leg. He only cared about Lizzie. His sweet, golden haired girlfriend. His sweet golden haired best friend.
The evening sky was a brilliant orange by the time they finally entered the neighbor hood. They were almost at the house, so Gordo decided to wake Lizzie up. He nudged her a little, and she stirred a bit. She looked up at Gordo, and then looked out the window. She yawned and then put her head on Gordo's shoulder again. They pulled up to Gordo's house.
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