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Gordo leaned over and harshly smacked his alarm clock hoping to somehow hit the beloved "snooze" button. He hated getting up early, though he knew he had to, it didn't make things any easier for the teen. Gordo figured five more minutes wouldn't hurt much. Perhaps 30 seconds later however, Gordo felt a very anxious person grabbing the blankets off his body, saying something about him being covered up decent. Gordo shrugged it off as one of his odd dreams, until he heard his mother shrilly call his name.
"David Zephyr Gordon!" Gordo cautiously opened one of his eyes surveying the situation. "Did you not hear me yell your name five-hundred times?" Gordo knew he'd better open both eyes, before she decided to use some drastic approach. He sat up and rubbed his head quickly. He flung his feet over the side of the bed, yawning.
"Why exactly am I getting up at.." Gordo picked up his alarm clock. " 8 'o' clock on a Saturday? Much less a Saturday in the summer." His mother looked sharply at him.
She began to make his bed around him still talking, "We wanted to surprise you. Lizzie comes home from her vacation today. You and Miranda are going to pick her up at the airport." Gordo froze.
"Oh really?" He said, his voice cracking. Gordo could see the look of questioning on his mother's face, and he decided not to chance the reaction he'd get from her if he didn't completely comply. "I mean that's great!" Gordo quickly recovered, jumping up from his bed. "I'll just go take a shower and then we'll leave."
Gordo refrained himself from running the whole way to the bathroom. He was completely and utterly freaked out. He wasn't ready for this. Gordo turned the shower on, listening to the water beat on the shower floor, watching the steam rise. He wondered why Lizzie was coming back so early in the first place. Gordo looked at his reflection, his curls now falling limp with the humidity of the room. Gordo wiped off the steam and looked at himself.
"You ready for this Gordon?" He shook his head and got into the shower. He definitely wasn't ready. He wasn't ready at all. Miranda had been easy to talk to; he hadn't single handedly made her cry. Lizzie was a different story. Gordo showered quickly, knowing that he'd have to get this over with. He jumped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around his waist and walked to his room to quickly get dressed.
"Mom, I'm leaving now!" Gordo yelled as he made his way down the steps. He grabbed his keys off the peg before his mother could reply. Gordo sauntered out to his car. He got in and sucked in a deep breath. He knew this was going to be a long day. Gordo started the ignition and made his way towards Miranda's. He wasn't too worried about seeing her. They'd slowly grown closer during Lizzie's absence. It was good, for the both of them.
Gordo knew he should be a kind gentleman and walk up to Miranda's door but he already knew they were late. He did the manly thing and just honked. He heard Miranda call out something in Spanish as she ran down her front steps. She opened the door quickly and said, "Gordo, we are sooo late!" She was still adjusting her shoes, and putting in one of her many earrings. Gordo just laughed.
"It's alright Miranda, we'll make it. I swear we'll make it." Gordo drove as quickly as he could toward the airport where they were to meet Lizzie in 20 minutes. He pulled into a space in the parking garage with 5 minutes to spare. They dashed to Lizzie's gate and were standing there out of breath when she walked towards them.
Gordo looked at Lizzie and all he could do was gasp. If it was possible, she looked more beautiful than before. She looked incredibly soft, as if she were covered in shimmer, from head to toe. He barely noticed the stare she was giving him, until Miranda poked him hard in the ribs.
Gordo looked at her, a little less obvious. "Hi guys." She whispered sheepishly, staring at the ground. Gordo felt Miranda rush past him and saw her embrace Lizzie in an enormous hug. Gordo wanted to hug Lizzie, but he knew he couldn't, knew he shouldn't. Not until they'd had a very long talk. So he just said, "Hi." And raised his hand in recognition of her presence.
Miranda slinked her arm through Lizzie's and they walked like that to the baggage claim, Gordo lagging slowly behind. As soon as they reached the conveyor belt, Miranda let go. "I'll get your luggage Lizzie." She winked at Gordo and walked to the belt.
"So.." Lizzie said finally.
"So..." Gordo said. "Lizzie, we need to talk..about a lot of things. Not here, but maybe later? Tomorrow, after you've rested." Gordo shoved his hands in his pockets.
"We can talk tonight Gordo, after we go home. Okay?" Lizzie said, almost painfully.
"Alright." Gordo obliged. Miranda walked up at that moment, saving the both of them from anymore misery.
"So chicos, vaminos!" Miranda smiled and they made their way out towards the car. This time around, Gordo knew what he was going to say. He knew they'd fight, he knew there would be tears, but he was ready. He was ready for anything now.
A/N: Ohmigoodness! A long-ish chapter! =D! Yay! Well, I'm hoping to make the next one real long and it should be because I have many, many ideas for their conversation. Anywho, I may not update for a few days, because my birthday is coming up and I'll be celebrating. =) I'll try really hard to get it out tomorrow night though. (Friday Night) Thanks for all of you that have reviewed! Oh, about the Lizzie companion story, I'm probably going to do it. I won't start it until this one is finished, or at least close to that. It's getting pretty close I think, because I don't want a bagillion chapters. =p So, review!
Gordo leaned over and harshly smacked his alarm clock hoping to somehow hit the beloved "snooze" button. He hated getting up early, though he knew he had to, it didn't make things any easier for the teen. Gordo figured five more minutes wouldn't hurt much. Perhaps 30 seconds later however, Gordo felt a very anxious person grabbing the blankets off his body, saying something about him being covered up decent. Gordo shrugged it off as one of his odd dreams, until he heard his mother shrilly call his name.
"David Zephyr Gordon!" Gordo cautiously opened one of his eyes surveying the situation. "Did you not hear me yell your name five-hundred times?" Gordo knew he'd better open both eyes, before she decided to use some drastic approach. He sat up and rubbed his head quickly. He flung his feet over the side of the bed, yawning.
"Why exactly am I getting up at.." Gordo picked up his alarm clock. " 8 'o' clock on a Saturday? Much less a Saturday in the summer." His mother looked sharply at him.
She began to make his bed around him still talking, "We wanted to surprise you. Lizzie comes home from her vacation today. You and Miranda are going to pick her up at the airport." Gordo froze.
"Oh really?" He said, his voice cracking. Gordo could see the look of questioning on his mother's face, and he decided not to chance the reaction he'd get from her if he didn't completely comply. "I mean that's great!" Gordo quickly recovered, jumping up from his bed. "I'll just go take a shower and then we'll leave."
Gordo refrained himself from running the whole way to the bathroom. He was completely and utterly freaked out. He wasn't ready for this. Gordo turned the shower on, listening to the water beat on the shower floor, watching the steam rise. He wondered why Lizzie was coming back so early in the first place. Gordo looked at his reflection, his curls now falling limp with the humidity of the room. Gordo wiped off the steam and looked at himself.
"You ready for this Gordon?" He shook his head and got into the shower. He definitely wasn't ready. He wasn't ready at all. Miranda had been easy to talk to; he hadn't single handedly made her cry. Lizzie was a different story. Gordo showered quickly, knowing that he'd have to get this over with. He jumped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around his waist and walked to his room to quickly get dressed.
"Mom, I'm leaving now!" Gordo yelled as he made his way down the steps. He grabbed his keys off the peg before his mother could reply. Gordo sauntered out to his car. He got in and sucked in a deep breath. He knew this was going to be a long day. Gordo started the ignition and made his way towards Miranda's. He wasn't too worried about seeing her. They'd slowly grown closer during Lizzie's absence. It was good, for the both of them.
Gordo knew he should be a kind gentleman and walk up to Miranda's door but he already knew they were late. He did the manly thing and just honked. He heard Miranda call out something in Spanish as she ran down her front steps. She opened the door quickly and said, "Gordo, we are sooo late!" She was still adjusting her shoes, and putting in one of her many earrings. Gordo just laughed.
"It's alright Miranda, we'll make it. I swear we'll make it." Gordo drove as quickly as he could toward the airport where they were to meet Lizzie in 20 minutes. He pulled into a space in the parking garage with 5 minutes to spare. They dashed to Lizzie's gate and were standing there out of breath when she walked towards them.
Gordo looked at Lizzie and all he could do was gasp. If it was possible, she looked more beautiful than before. She looked incredibly soft, as if she were covered in shimmer, from head to toe. He barely noticed the stare she was giving him, until Miranda poked him hard in the ribs.
Gordo looked at her, a little less obvious. "Hi guys." She whispered sheepishly, staring at the ground. Gordo felt Miranda rush past him and saw her embrace Lizzie in an enormous hug. Gordo wanted to hug Lizzie, but he knew he couldn't, knew he shouldn't. Not until they'd had a very long talk. So he just said, "Hi." And raised his hand in recognition of her presence.
Miranda slinked her arm through Lizzie's and they walked like that to the baggage claim, Gordo lagging slowly behind. As soon as they reached the conveyor belt, Miranda let go. "I'll get your luggage Lizzie." She winked at Gordo and walked to the belt.
"So.." Lizzie said finally.
"So..." Gordo said. "Lizzie, we need to talk..about a lot of things. Not here, but maybe later? Tomorrow, after you've rested." Gordo shoved his hands in his pockets.
"We can talk tonight Gordo, after we go home. Okay?" Lizzie said, almost painfully.
"Alright." Gordo obliged. Miranda walked up at that moment, saving the both of them from anymore misery.
"So chicos, vaminos!" Miranda smiled and they made their way out towards the car. This time around, Gordo knew what he was going to say. He knew they'd fight, he knew there would be tears, but he was ready. He was ready for anything now.
A/N: Ohmigoodness! A long-ish chapter! =D! Yay! Well, I'm hoping to make the next one real long and it should be because I have many, many ideas for their conversation. Anywho, I may not update for a few days, because my birthday is coming up and I'll be celebrating. =) I'll try really hard to get it out tomorrow night though. (Friday Night) Thanks for all of you that have reviewed! Oh, about the Lizzie companion story, I'm probably going to do it. I won't start it until this one is finished, or at least close to that. It's getting pretty close I think, because I don't want a bagillion chapters. =p So, review!
