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While he was lying on his bed, Gordo had fallen asleep. As far as he could tell anyway, considering the large red mark on his arm where he'd laid his head. Gordo looked at the clock and seen that he'd been asleep for three hours.
Though after the much needed, and much appreciated nap, a refreshed Gordo was still very pissed. He wasn't mad at Lizzie. More or less, he was just mad. He was also more depressed than he'd ever been. His vision of the closest thing to perfection had been shattered. Gordo glanced at the mirror on the top of his dresser. He walked over to it and stared at his reflection. He felt like shattering his exact reflection. If him and Lizzie couldn't be perfect together, nothing was allowed to be.
He brought his fist up and slammed on the glass, harder than he thought he could. The glass splintered into thousands of tiny shards. Gordo felt better. He looked at his now twisted reflection. He reveled in the fact that he was right about the world being truly imperfect, and a deep dark abyss. He was right. The world really was a crappy as it seemed.
After Gordo had cleaned up his now tender hand, he decided he could bear to talk to Miranda. She knew how he had felt about Lizzie, everyone but Lizzie had. He picked up the phone and dialed the Sanchez's number. Gordo was genuinely worried. He was afraid of what Miranda was going to say. He wanted reassurance that it was okay to be feeling like this. He hoped that was what he was going to get.
"Hello, Sanchez residence." A female voice said. Gordo immediately recognized it as Miranda.
"Hi Miranda. It's Gordo. Before you say anything, I just want you to hear me out okay?" There was silence on the other end, so Gordo assumed that meant okay. "Miranda, I know Lizzie probably told you about how I yelled at her, and how I finally confessed my love. She probably told you I was a complete prick. I know you're mad at me for leaving you, and being an overall asshole. I just want to say I'm sorry to you. I don't know about Lizzie yet. But I'm sorry. I can't..I can't lose you both. It would absolutely destroy me. I hope you know that." Gordo was out of breath. He waited for a response from Miranda, who hadn't said a word.
"Gordo..." It was Lizzie. Gordo immediately panicked. He was sure he audibly gasped. He wondered if she'd everything he'd said.
"Um...did you hear what I said Lizzie?" Gordo asked, silently hoping she hadn't. Though he knew she probably had.
"Yeah Gordo I did." Gordo silently cursed himself. He was busy giving himself a mental beating when Lizzie's voice broke through. "Gordo, I know you're really mad at me, and you're probably never ever going to forgive me but..." He heard her sniff back a few tears. "I want to be on good terms before I leave." Gordo's eyebrows shot up.
"What do you mean leave?" Gordo said incredulously. "Where are you going? Why? What?" Gordo forgot all thoughts of anger or hurt. He was genuinely curious as to what she meant.
"I'm leaving Gordo. I'm going to have the baby somewhere else, and stay with some friends of my parents." Gordo could hear her trembling voice. He knew she'd cry at any moment. Gordo wasn't sure what to feel. "I'm going to stay here for a while though. My parent's friends still have a while on their European vacation." Gordo wanted to forgive Lizzie. He wanted to run to her house, and tell her it was all right. It's what he would have done, had he been the same person he once was. Had he really and truly cared. Gordo did the only thing that was left to do; he pushed away as far as he could.
"Have fun you stupid whore." And with that, Gordo hung up the phone, buried his face into his pillow and cried. He cried more than he ever had in his life. He cried even more than the time when he'd had to walk for an hour on a sprained ankle in 9th grade. Gordo cried because he hated himself, he cried because he hated Ethan, but most of all he cried, because as much as he wanted to pretend, he didn't hate Lizzie.
A/N: Sorry it's so short, but later tonight I won't be able to write and I wanted to give you all something! Anyway, thanks tons! Oh yeah, If you leave your email I'll email you a thank you for reviewing. =)
While he was lying on his bed, Gordo had fallen asleep. As far as he could tell anyway, considering the large red mark on his arm where he'd laid his head. Gordo looked at the clock and seen that he'd been asleep for three hours.
Though after the much needed, and much appreciated nap, a refreshed Gordo was still very pissed. He wasn't mad at Lizzie. More or less, he was just mad. He was also more depressed than he'd ever been. His vision of the closest thing to perfection had been shattered. Gordo glanced at the mirror on the top of his dresser. He walked over to it and stared at his reflection. He felt like shattering his exact reflection. If him and Lizzie couldn't be perfect together, nothing was allowed to be.
He brought his fist up and slammed on the glass, harder than he thought he could. The glass splintered into thousands of tiny shards. Gordo felt better. He looked at his now twisted reflection. He reveled in the fact that he was right about the world being truly imperfect, and a deep dark abyss. He was right. The world really was a crappy as it seemed.
After Gordo had cleaned up his now tender hand, he decided he could bear to talk to Miranda. She knew how he had felt about Lizzie, everyone but Lizzie had. He picked up the phone and dialed the Sanchez's number. Gordo was genuinely worried. He was afraid of what Miranda was going to say. He wanted reassurance that it was okay to be feeling like this. He hoped that was what he was going to get.
"Hello, Sanchez residence." A female voice said. Gordo immediately recognized it as Miranda.
"Hi Miranda. It's Gordo. Before you say anything, I just want you to hear me out okay?" There was silence on the other end, so Gordo assumed that meant okay. "Miranda, I know Lizzie probably told you about how I yelled at her, and how I finally confessed my love. She probably told you I was a complete prick. I know you're mad at me for leaving you, and being an overall asshole. I just want to say I'm sorry to you. I don't know about Lizzie yet. But I'm sorry. I can't..I can't lose you both. It would absolutely destroy me. I hope you know that." Gordo was out of breath. He waited for a response from Miranda, who hadn't said a word.
"Gordo..." It was Lizzie. Gordo immediately panicked. He was sure he audibly gasped. He wondered if she'd everything he'd said.
"Um...did you hear what I said Lizzie?" Gordo asked, silently hoping she hadn't. Though he knew she probably had.
"Yeah Gordo I did." Gordo silently cursed himself. He was busy giving himself a mental beating when Lizzie's voice broke through. "Gordo, I know you're really mad at me, and you're probably never ever going to forgive me but..." He heard her sniff back a few tears. "I want to be on good terms before I leave." Gordo's eyebrows shot up.
"What do you mean leave?" Gordo said incredulously. "Where are you going? Why? What?" Gordo forgot all thoughts of anger or hurt. He was genuinely curious as to what she meant.
"I'm leaving Gordo. I'm going to have the baby somewhere else, and stay with some friends of my parents." Gordo could hear her trembling voice. He knew she'd cry at any moment. Gordo wasn't sure what to feel. "I'm going to stay here for a while though. My parent's friends still have a while on their European vacation." Gordo wanted to forgive Lizzie. He wanted to run to her house, and tell her it was all right. It's what he would have done, had he been the same person he once was. Had he really and truly cared. Gordo did the only thing that was left to do; he pushed away as far as he could.
"Have fun you stupid whore." And with that, Gordo hung up the phone, buried his face into his pillow and cried. He cried more than he ever had in his life. He cried even more than the time when he'd had to walk for an hour on a sprained ankle in 9th grade. Gordo cried because he hated himself, he cried because he hated Ethan, but most of all he cried, because as much as he wanted to pretend, he didn't hate Lizzie.
A/N: Sorry it's so short, but later tonight I won't be able to write and I wanted to give you all something! Anyway, thanks tons! Oh yeah, If you leave your email I'll email you a thank you for reviewing. =)
