Disclaimer: I don't own anything copyrighted. The song "Tears Fall Down"
belongs to Hootie and the Blowfish.
A/N: I swear this is the only time I'll put one of these up here, but anyway "(8)" Means song lyrics. =P
In the few short weeks until Lizzie's departure, she and Gordo never spoke. Not once. They had both hurt each other too much. Gordo had lately become the epitome of a teenager. One of those dark, brooding types that hates the world, and never leaves their room except to eat, and pee. It was exactly what he didn't want, and yet he couldn't bear to face the rest of the world. Gordo became as shallow and self centered as any other person. He hated what he'd become, but he really couldn't face it anymore. He used to shrug it off, but it'd finally built up to such enormous pressure that he had cracked.
The day after Lizzie left, Gordo was sitting in his room looking through his expansive CD collection when he came across a CD he hadn't listened to in a while, at least a month. It was Hootie and the Blowfish's latest album. He pulled it out of its respective sleeve and popped it into his portable CD player. He began to hear familiar tunes and he bobbed along through 5 tracks. When he reached track six however, the words hit him like a ton of bricks.
(8) Now I see the time we had before is just a passing moment that we can't share anymore. (8)
Gordo sat stunned, it was if Darius Rucker, the singer, had jumped into his brain and stolen a chapter right out of his life story.
(8) And I've learned that written words are not the same as when you take the time to say it and let the clouds release the rain. (8)
Gordo was dumbfounded, he quickly pressed the repeat button his CD player, and sat listening as intently as his mind would allow.
(8) And I wish my dreams alone would bring back my old friends. Yesterday's just something I can't mend. I broke down for my lost brother, and I died for mamma too. Now my tears fall down for you. For you. (8)
The song continued, but not nearly as overwhelming for Gordo. It was these first few lines; they'd let him know he wasn't alone. No matter the true meaning, it was these words. These words that gave Gordo a sense of hope, yet despair at the same time. They'd shine through his dark veil of despair. They'd let him know, he was okay. What he was doing was the right thing. The pain he had to endure was going to lead to an even brighter sun. Gordo felt relief wash over him. It was okay; it was all going to be okay.
Gordo picked up the phone and dialed the Sanchez's. He'd decided he had to tell someone his thoughts. He'd kept them inside, and he saw where it had brought him. He didn't want that again.
"Hello." A voice said. Gordo instantaneously knew it was Miranda.
"Hey Miranda, it's Gordo. Can we talk? I mean really talk." Gordo said breathing deeply in anticipation of her reply.
"Yeah Gordo, I suppose we could. When, and where?" Miranda said dully. Gordo could tell she didn't particularly want to speak to him, but her curiosity was getting the best of her.
"Um, my mom's not home, you could come over here in about half an hour?" Gordo said fidgeting in his position slightly.
"Alright. See you then." Silence was all the filled Gordo's ears. He'd gotten her to come over, which was an accomplishment. Now, if he could only figure out what he was going to say.
A/N: I know I know! The chapters are really short. I'm happy with this chapter. Happier than I thought I was going to be anyway. THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR YOUR WONDERFUL REVIEWS! Soon, I shall thank the new ones again by name.
A/N: I swear this is the only time I'll put one of these up here, but anyway "(8)" Means song lyrics. =P
In the few short weeks until Lizzie's departure, she and Gordo never spoke. Not once. They had both hurt each other too much. Gordo had lately become the epitome of a teenager. One of those dark, brooding types that hates the world, and never leaves their room except to eat, and pee. It was exactly what he didn't want, and yet he couldn't bear to face the rest of the world. Gordo became as shallow and self centered as any other person. He hated what he'd become, but he really couldn't face it anymore. He used to shrug it off, but it'd finally built up to such enormous pressure that he had cracked.
The day after Lizzie left, Gordo was sitting in his room looking through his expansive CD collection when he came across a CD he hadn't listened to in a while, at least a month. It was Hootie and the Blowfish's latest album. He pulled it out of its respective sleeve and popped it into his portable CD player. He began to hear familiar tunes and he bobbed along through 5 tracks. When he reached track six however, the words hit him like a ton of bricks.
(8) Now I see the time we had before is just a passing moment that we can't share anymore. (8)
Gordo sat stunned, it was if Darius Rucker, the singer, had jumped into his brain and stolen a chapter right out of his life story.
(8) And I've learned that written words are not the same as when you take the time to say it and let the clouds release the rain. (8)
Gordo was dumbfounded, he quickly pressed the repeat button his CD player, and sat listening as intently as his mind would allow.
(8) And I wish my dreams alone would bring back my old friends. Yesterday's just something I can't mend. I broke down for my lost brother, and I died for mamma too. Now my tears fall down for you. For you. (8)
The song continued, but not nearly as overwhelming for Gordo. It was these first few lines; they'd let him know he wasn't alone. No matter the true meaning, it was these words. These words that gave Gordo a sense of hope, yet despair at the same time. They'd shine through his dark veil of despair. They'd let him know, he was okay. What he was doing was the right thing. The pain he had to endure was going to lead to an even brighter sun. Gordo felt relief wash over him. It was okay; it was all going to be okay.
Gordo picked up the phone and dialed the Sanchez's. He'd decided he had to tell someone his thoughts. He'd kept them inside, and he saw where it had brought him. He didn't want that again.
"Hello." A voice said. Gordo instantaneously knew it was Miranda.
"Hey Miranda, it's Gordo. Can we talk? I mean really talk." Gordo said breathing deeply in anticipation of her reply.
"Yeah Gordo, I suppose we could. When, and where?" Miranda said dully. Gordo could tell she didn't particularly want to speak to him, but her curiosity was getting the best of her.
"Um, my mom's not home, you could come over here in about half an hour?" Gordo said fidgeting in his position slightly.
"Alright. See you then." Silence was all the filled Gordo's ears. He'd gotten her to come over, which was an accomplishment. Now, if he could only figure out what he was going to say.
A/N: I know I know! The chapters are really short. I'm happy with this chapter. Happier than I thought I was going to be anyway. THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR YOUR WONDERFUL REVIEWS! Soon, I shall thank the new ones again by name.
