[A/N]: Just incase you haven't figured it out throughout the story I put part of the lyrics of the song this story is based on in italic. Also, I wanted to take a moment to thank everyone that has given me support throughout this whole story… It's much appreciated.
-Chapter 14-
The drive to the party was awkward. Every time I would look over to Gordo, he would look as though he was concentrating on something; when he noticed that I was looking at him, he would look at me, smile, then go back to thinking. I couldn't help to wonder what he was thinking. In the last week, he got to know me a little better as I opened up, but I still was clueless when it came to Gordo.
My eyes kept contemplating on him… I tried to look ahead of me or down or somewhere besides at him, but I couldn't. It was something that attracted me to him. Not as in I liked him, or as he was my best friend, but an attraction that I couldn't explain. The car was filled with silence, as we got closer to Ethan's house. It was dark in the car but every time we would pass a street light I could see Gordo's long curls blowing slightly as the warm air in the Suburban blew across his face.
I noticed that I was crossing my arms around my waist which wasn't a good sign; it either meant I was worried about something or I was nerves; I slowly uncrossed them and placed them on each side of my legs gently. However, on the side where Gordo sat, I felt his hand already resting where I placed mine. I looked down to see my hand on top of his; I glanced over to see him doing the same. I started to slightly lift mine up before he stopped me and placed my hand in his. I glanced over at him and smiled.
Cause I never felt like this before
I'm naked around you
Does it show
And you see right through me and I can't hide
I'm naked around you, and it feels so right
What was happening? Was my hand actually placed in Gordo's? I couldn't stop thinking about my feelings for him as we sat there, hands locked. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Something wasn't right. I wasn't supposed to be holding my best friend's hand like I was. It seemed as though he started to think the same thing because not even five seconds lasted before we both pulled our hands away.
I rested them in my lap as I took another breath with a thousand things still left in my mind. Something wanted it to last, but another part of me told me this wasn't supposed to be happening.
"Why are you guys so quiet back there? Who died?" My mom broke the silence. Gordo looked over at me.
"We're just saving all of our energy for the party." He finally spoke.
"Yeah." I knew that wasn't the real reason why we were quiet, but I agreed anyways. What was the real reason? I never was quiet around him before. I placed my face into my hands and shook my head. Why were all these feelings popping up now? Until tonight I never thought about Gordo like this. He tapped me on my thigh in the middle of my thinking.
"What's wrong?" He whispered. I shook my head 'nothing'.
"Okay guys, we're here. Now where's my tip?" My mom tried to be humorous be failed.
"Thanks Mom." I opened my door and was about to crawl out of the Suburban before my mom stopped me.
"Mija wait. What's going on between you and Gordo?" Gordo was already out of the tuck and was waiting for me.
"What do you mean?" I looked at her strangely in shock; all I could think was maybe she saw us holding hands for the small five seconds.
"Well, you guys were acting strangely. Are you two fighting?" She looked furious, but so clueless.
"No. I gotta go. Remember, Gordo's parents are picking us up." I didn't wait for her to speak; I got out and closed the door.
I was confused, sick, and tired… yet for some reason, I knew that I was in the right place.
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I know that I keep leaving off at the wrong moment, but when I wrote the last two chapters, it was like three in the morning.
