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Author's note: Thanks so much for your great reviews, encouragement is always appreciated. :)
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Now it's morning but last night's on my mind
There's something I need to get off my chest
And no matter may come to shine,
The dream will always be mine
-'all mixed up', 311
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The Sweetness: From Chaos
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"Ethan, could we just have our clubs, please?"
Lizzie broke out of her trance and glanced over at Gordo. He looked angry. He looked...sad. He looked *hurt*.
Suddenly Lizzie realized that she'd been flirting with Ethan Craft. She had let go of Gordo's hand to do it, too. What crappy kind of girlfriend was she?
"Oh my god," she started to say. "Gordo, I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking, I--"
Gordo shook his head. Lizzie had seen that expression a few times before, like when Gordo had found out that Parker Mackenzie hadn't wanted to go to the dance with him because he was short. At the time, Lizzie had wanted to kill Parker for making Gordo upset. And now this time, it was all her fault, *she* had been responsible for that dejected expression. "Don't worry about it," he said, but the offhand remarked was weighted down by his tone, monotonous and edged with the hurt of someone who'd been betrayed by the person they cared about most.
"Gordo, really, it was nothing, I didn't mean it, I swear, it was just what I always do, you know? Like, my brain switches on to autopilot, and I just can't help it." She was babbling. She always babbled when she was nervous or desperate.
"I don't want to talk about it, okay?"
Geez, first the ex-boyfriend thing, and now the flirting with Ethan thing. And it was only their first date. Lizzie was the singular most horrible girlfriend in the history of horrible girlfriends.
"Gordo, please, I'm really really sorry, okay?"
"Lizzie, just drop it, okay?" Gordo said sharply. "It's not like there's anything you can say to make this up to me." He was right. No matter how good the rest of the date was --although it was unlikely that it'd get any better (really now, though, it couldn't get any worse)-- this would be hanging over them the entire time. There wasn't anything she could say to make it better.
But there was something she could *do* to make it better, to prove to Gordo that she really *did* like him.
"Here you guys go, you're all set," Ethan said, coming back with his hands full of clubs, balls, pencils, and scorecards. Ethan piled the stuff on the counter, but Lizzie and Gordo were still looking at each other. "Uh, Lizzie?"
Lizzie leaned over and kissed Gordo.
"Whoa," Ethan said, and for once and perhaps the only time in his life, Ethan's statement was perfect and eloquent, because 'whoa' was the only thing Lizzie could think of.
Gordo stared at her, slightly open-mouthed, confused, and definitely stunned.
"I'm sorry, okay?" she said feebly. "Really sorry."
Gordo nodded.
"Whoa," Ethan said again, and this time, they looked at him. He looked back and forth between the two of them. "You guys are, like...dating?"
Lizzie nodded, and took Gordo's hand. "You bet we are," she said with conviction.
"Way to go, Gor-don!" Ethan said enthusiastically, holding up his hand for a high five, which Gordo slapped (with his other hand, of course). Lizzie was surprised. First of all, Gordo was engaging in 'macho' activities. Second of all, they were with Ethan. And lastly, Ethan didn't seem at all upset that she was going out with Gordo. More like, happy. So he really never had been interested in her.
Of course, she never really thought he had.
And none of it mattered now.
She was forced to let go of Gordo's hand again so they could collect their stuff. But he was smiling at her, slightly, and she had a feeling he wasn't that upset anymore.
Author's note: Thanks so much for your great reviews, encouragement is always appreciated. :)
~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~
Now it's morning but last night's on my mind
There's something I need to get off my chest
And no matter may come to shine,
The dream will always be mine
-'all mixed up', 311
~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~ ~~~~~
The Sweetness: From Chaos
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"Ethan, could we just have our clubs, please?"
Lizzie broke out of her trance and glanced over at Gordo. He looked angry. He looked...sad. He looked *hurt*.
Suddenly Lizzie realized that she'd been flirting with Ethan Craft. She had let go of Gordo's hand to do it, too. What crappy kind of girlfriend was she?
"Oh my god," she started to say. "Gordo, I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking, I--"
Gordo shook his head. Lizzie had seen that expression a few times before, like when Gordo had found out that Parker Mackenzie hadn't wanted to go to the dance with him because he was short. At the time, Lizzie had wanted to kill Parker for making Gordo upset. And now this time, it was all her fault, *she* had been responsible for that dejected expression. "Don't worry about it," he said, but the offhand remarked was weighted down by his tone, monotonous and edged with the hurt of someone who'd been betrayed by the person they cared about most.
"Gordo, really, it was nothing, I didn't mean it, I swear, it was just what I always do, you know? Like, my brain switches on to autopilot, and I just can't help it." She was babbling. She always babbled when she was nervous or desperate.
"I don't want to talk about it, okay?"
Geez, first the ex-boyfriend thing, and now the flirting with Ethan thing. And it was only their first date. Lizzie was the singular most horrible girlfriend in the history of horrible girlfriends.
"Gordo, please, I'm really really sorry, okay?"
"Lizzie, just drop it, okay?" Gordo said sharply. "It's not like there's anything you can say to make this up to me." He was right. No matter how good the rest of the date was --although it was unlikely that it'd get any better (really now, though, it couldn't get any worse)-- this would be hanging over them the entire time. There wasn't anything she could say to make it better.
But there was something she could *do* to make it better, to prove to Gordo that she really *did* like him.
"Here you guys go, you're all set," Ethan said, coming back with his hands full of clubs, balls, pencils, and scorecards. Ethan piled the stuff on the counter, but Lizzie and Gordo were still looking at each other. "Uh, Lizzie?"
Lizzie leaned over and kissed Gordo.
"Whoa," Ethan said, and for once and perhaps the only time in his life, Ethan's statement was perfect and eloquent, because 'whoa' was the only thing Lizzie could think of.
Gordo stared at her, slightly open-mouthed, confused, and definitely stunned.
"I'm sorry, okay?" she said feebly. "Really sorry."
Gordo nodded.
"Whoa," Ethan said again, and this time, they looked at him. He looked back and forth between the two of them. "You guys are, like...dating?"
Lizzie nodded, and took Gordo's hand. "You bet we are," she said with conviction.
"Way to go, Gor-don!" Ethan said enthusiastically, holding up his hand for a high five, which Gordo slapped (with his other hand, of course). Lizzie was surprised. First of all, Gordo was engaging in 'macho' activities. Second of all, they were with Ethan. And lastly, Ethan didn't seem at all upset that she was going out with Gordo. More like, happy. So he really never had been interested in her.
Of course, she never really thought he had.
And none of it mattered now.
She was forced to let go of Gordo's hand again so they could collect their stuff. But he was smiling at her, slightly, and she had a feeling he wasn't that upset anymore.