A/N: **Insert typical disclaimer about how I don't own Lizzie McGuire,
You've Got Mail or underwear**
Gordo was more than satisfied with the results of his assessment. Mr. Dig had explained to the class that his was a 'model' assessment and that some other students could have do no harm to themselves in reading over Gordo's work. He was proud; someone was finally giving him praise for something he felt was tedious, just as everyone else had felt but he had decided that when there was work to be done, it had to be done.
The class was far from impressed. It was never good to see one of their own rise above the rest. Gordo noticed that many were uninterested, except for Ethan who appeared to be engrossed in what Gordo had presented.
'At least it gets through to one of them, even if it is only Ethan,' he thought. Maybe Ethan wasn't as dense and obtuse as everyone had given him credit for.
"Hey Gordon, were the gophers in the war?" Ethan shouted from his typical position at the rear of the class.
No. It seemed Gordo was right in the first instance.
"No Ethan," Gordo replied in a tone one would explain something to a child in, "there weren't any gophers. There might have been otters though," he joked and a light titter flew around the room amongst the few who were paying attention.
"Whoa, otters?" Ethan reflected, eyes widening, "those guys are like ten zillion times better than gophers!"
Gordo slapped his head and restrained himself from commenting on Ethan's intelligence or lack there of.
Class ended and everyone shuffled out to lunch as quickly as possible, pretending not to hear Mr. Dig's calls of what was for homework. Gordo stuffed everything in his bag and slung it over his shoulder. Lizzie was standing in front of him, restricting his path to the door.
"Yeah Lizzie? Want to know about the war fighting gophers too?" he teased.
She giggled and poked him, "no- well actually that sounds riveting, do tell all," she said, rolling her eyes and walking alongside him. Gordo waved his hand at the notion and walked at her pace.
"You'll never guess what," she bubbled, turning to face him
He continued to stare ahead and shrugged.
"Miranda isn't at school today and that's because she's gone on vacation to Mexico," she blurted out.
"Mexico? Why?"
"To see her relatives she said," Lizzie answered.
"So it's just you and me 'til graduation?" Gordo asked, a slight change in his voice, which Lizzie noticed.
"What does that mean?" she inquired.
"N- Nothing," Gordo lied, "I was just pointing out that- that it would be you and me".
Lizzie looked at him strangely. He was so hard to understand; so hard to figure out sometimes. Gordo knew that he did that to her and he wanted to make her understand.
He stopped and turned to face her, "Lizzie?"
She too stopped and flushed slightly as they gazed at one another, "yes Gordo?" she answered floatingly.
"I- I was- well it's getting close to the end of the year and-"
"Hi, hi cadets!" Tudgeman bellowed from the other end of the hall.
Gordo stepped back quickly and began walking again; Lizzie turned to Tudgeman and then to Gordo, watching him walk off.
"What was that all about?" Tudgeman asked, oblivious to the 'moment' he interrupted.
Gordo didn't look back; he was able to hear the pair talking but at an inaudible tone. How many times was he going to flee her?
'One day it's going to cost you Gordon,' his mind protested and for that brief moment Gordo slowed slightly, turning back around to face Lizzie.
"Lizzie because it's getting close the end of the year I was wondering whether or not-" and he stopped. She was gone. The chance had gone. Everything had fallen into place and he let it slide, simply because they were unfortunately interrupted.
It rained that afternoon. Gordo hadn't seen Lizzie since Tudgeman came along. He wasn't angered by Tudgeman, just couldn't believe his luck.
Gordo hadn't predicted rain for that spring afternoon and it didn't really bother him that he was getting wet. There was something soothing about being exposed to the elements. Of course, everything he was wearing got dripping wet but he didn't care.
He wasn't one to jump out into the rain simply because it was raining, but if was trapped in the downpour, he didn't mind. It was out of his control. Lots of things seemed to be out of his control. Gordo wasn't a control freak but he wasn't used to having so many things in his life unplanned. It was good to have some things adlibbed but it never felt right to him.
'Should I have ignored Tudgeman?' he asked himself. He knew the answer.
For a while the rain seemed to ease a little and the small puddles on the path became less evident. He continued to walk towards home, which wasn't far, only a few more blocks until he could dry off and relax.
"I'm home mom," Gordo called as he pushed the beige coloured door forward, every piece of his body dripping wet.
Mrs. Gordon appeared from the lounge room and stared at her son. Most mothers would have scolded him but Mrs. Gordon was a psychiatrist, she could tell when Gordo was down, when he was excited, when he was afraid.
"David, what's the matter?" she asked as he dumped his bag on the ground.
"Nothing," Gordo replied, forcing a smile.
"Have you been crying?" she persisted.
"Of course not! What ever gave you that idea?" Gordo protested.
"I'm just concerned for my son's well being. Look, you know if there's ever anything wrong David, you can tell me anything," she said and turned away, walking back to where she had been.
Gordo removed his shoes, they were completely soaked through, and it did not surprise him. Upon drying himself partially, he ran upstairs.
He shut the door quickly behind himself and stood silently for a moment. He tried to stay calm; he didn't want to turn into one of those teenagers he so sorely made fun of for being emotional all the time. This time however, in the solitude of his own room, he could not stop it.
Tears trickled down his cheeks as he sunk to the ground.
Gordo was more than satisfied with the results of his assessment. Mr. Dig had explained to the class that his was a 'model' assessment and that some other students could have do no harm to themselves in reading over Gordo's work. He was proud; someone was finally giving him praise for something he felt was tedious, just as everyone else had felt but he had decided that when there was work to be done, it had to be done.
The class was far from impressed. It was never good to see one of their own rise above the rest. Gordo noticed that many were uninterested, except for Ethan who appeared to be engrossed in what Gordo had presented.
'At least it gets through to one of them, even if it is only Ethan,' he thought. Maybe Ethan wasn't as dense and obtuse as everyone had given him credit for.
"Hey Gordon, were the gophers in the war?" Ethan shouted from his typical position at the rear of the class.
No. It seemed Gordo was right in the first instance.
"No Ethan," Gordo replied in a tone one would explain something to a child in, "there weren't any gophers. There might have been otters though," he joked and a light titter flew around the room amongst the few who were paying attention.
"Whoa, otters?" Ethan reflected, eyes widening, "those guys are like ten zillion times better than gophers!"
Gordo slapped his head and restrained himself from commenting on Ethan's intelligence or lack there of.
Class ended and everyone shuffled out to lunch as quickly as possible, pretending not to hear Mr. Dig's calls of what was for homework. Gordo stuffed everything in his bag and slung it over his shoulder. Lizzie was standing in front of him, restricting his path to the door.
"Yeah Lizzie? Want to know about the war fighting gophers too?" he teased.
She giggled and poked him, "no- well actually that sounds riveting, do tell all," she said, rolling her eyes and walking alongside him. Gordo waved his hand at the notion and walked at her pace.
"You'll never guess what," she bubbled, turning to face him
He continued to stare ahead and shrugged.
"Miranda isn't at school today and that's because she's gone on vacation to Mexico," she blurted out.
"Mexico? Why?"
"To see her relatives she said," Lizzie answered.
"So it's just you and me 'til graduation?" Gordo asked, a slight change in his voice, which Lizzie noticed.
"What does that mean?" she inquired.
"N- Nothing," Gordo lied, "I was just pointing out that- that it would be you and me".
Lizzie looked at him strangely. He was so hard to understand; so hard to figure out sometimes. Gordo knew that he did that to her and he wanted to make her understand.
He stopped and turned to face her, "Lizzie?"
She too stopped and flushed slightly as they gazed at one another, "yes Gordo?" she answered floatingly.
"I- I was- well it's getting close to the end of the year and-"
"Hi, hi cadets!" Tudgeman bellowed from the other end of the hall.
Gordo stepped back quickly and began walking again; Lizzie turned to Tudgeman and then to Gordo, watching him walk off.
"What was that all about?" Tudgeman asked, oblivious to the 'moment' he interrupted.
Gordo didn't look back; he was able to hear the pair talking but at an inaudible tone. How many times was he going to flee her?
'One day it's going to cost you Gordon,' his mind protested and for that brief moment Gordo slowed slightly, turning back around to face Lizzie.
"Lizzie because it's getting close the end of the year I was wondering whether or not-" and he stopped. She was gone. The chance had gone. Everything had fallen into place and he let it slide, simply because they were unfortunately interrupted.
It rained that afternoon. Gordo hadn't seen Lizzie since Tudgeman came along. He wasn't angered by Tudgeman, just couldn't believe his luck.
Gordo hadn't predicted rain for that spring afternoon and it didn't really bother him that he was getting wet. There was something soothing about being exposed to the elements. Of course, everything he was wearing got dripping wet but he didn't care.
He wasn't one to jump out into the rain simply because it was raining, but if was trapped in the downpour, he didn't mind. It was out of his control. Lots of things seemed to be out of his control. Gordo wasn't a control freak but he wasn't used to having so many things in his life unplanned. It was good to have some things adlibbed but it never felt right to him.
'Should I have ignored Tudgeman?' he asked himself. He knew the answer.
For a while the rain seemed to ease a little and the small puddles on the path became less evident. He continued to walk towards home, which wasn't far, only a few more blocks until he could dry off and relax.
"I'm home mom," Gordo called as he pushed the beige coloured door forward, every piece of his body dripping wet.
Mrs. Gordon appeared from the lounge room and stared at her son. Most mothers would have scolded him but Mrs. Gordon was a psychiatrist, she could tell when Gordo was down, when he was excited, when he was afraid.
"David, what's the matter?" she asked as he dumped his bag on the ground.
"Nothing," Gordo replied, forcing a smile.
"Have you been crying?" she persisted.
"Of course not! What ever gave you that idea?" Gordo protested.
"I'm just concerned for my son's well being. Look, you know if there's ever anything wrong David, you can tell me anything," she said and turned away, walking back to where she had been.
Gordo removed his shoes, they were completely soaked through, and it did not surprise him. Upon drying himself partially, he ran upstairs.
He shut the door quickly behind himself and stood silently for a moment. He tried to stay calm; he didn't want to turn into one of those teenagers he so sorely made fun of for being emotional all the time. This time however, in the solitude of his own room, he could not stop it.
Tears trickled down his cheeks as he sunk to the ground.