DISCLAIMER: I don't own them. If I did I would have shit loads of money and
wouldn't have to borrow money from my mom to buy those really cool earrings
at Hot Topic. Damnit, why are gauged earrings so damned expensive???
AUTHOR'S NOTE: An update? So soon? It must be a miracle! I actually have time on my hands! So anyway, this here chapter will be from Miranda's point of view yet again. Just to let you know I'm diving right into her answering Gordo's question of "what happened?" So, enjoy! P.s. Just so its clear, the gang is in their junior year- so they can drive! .. lucky bitches...
I closed my eyes and let the memories tumble back to me, as I relived every moment of the night...
********** The night before **********
I grabbed a third beer from the table and continued working my way through the crowd, avoiding the insane mess that had been of Lizzie's living room. "This whole party has turned into a royal pain in my ass..." I muttered to myself as I passed the kitchen, which had been turned into a combination of alcohol and sex as the keg Lizzie had rented for the night was left open with alcohol running everywhere, and what looked to be at least three couples were left making out and more in unimaginable places around the room.
Disgusted with the terrible condition of the painstakingly planned bash, and still unable to locate either of my best friends, I retreated to Lizzie's room without her. It looked as though I was going to resort to watching TV the rest of the night until Lizzie decided to pour herself into bed. I settled back into the thick flannel covers of Lizzie's queen sized bed, and flipped on a re-run of "Friends". Just as Ross and Rachel started going at it in Joey's apartment I heard a loud "thump" outside the door. Reluctant to find an ultra stoned Ethan Craft, or maybe just the always- clumsy Lizzie coming to freshen up, I pulled myself off the bed and turned the knob on the door.
As soon as I yanked open the door I regretted the action, because outside was a clearly intoxicated and very disoriented Gordo. He pulled himself up from his position on the ground and looked me in the eye "Miranda... there's something I've always wanted to say to you..." So, maybe he wasn't quite as drunk as I had assumed, he seemed stable. I glanced back at Lizzie's bed and turned back to Gordo, "Gordo, how about you-" I stopped short as Gordo rammed his mouth into mine in a drunken attempt at a kiss. At that instant my mind started in a thousand different directions, what was happening? Sure, this was what I had been dreamed of for nearly a year... I know I wanted it, but just not this way. Gordo's kisses were hard and almost violent. He deepened them and added tongue, which only strengthened the taste of alcohol on his breath and now in my mouth. "I don't want this to happen this way." I thought to myself. I struggled slightly and broke the kiss, "Gordo, Gordo.... listen to me, you're drunk. We can't do this, its not-" I never got to finish my sentence as Gordo slammed me down on Lizzie's bed. " I want you, Miranda.... I need you, come on, baby..." Now it was clear that alcohol was taking a toll on Gordo. His speech was slurring and he was getting clumsier by the moment. He kissed me once more, softer this time, and I felt a hand move up my spine towards the clasp of my bra. "NO, STOP IT! NO! No... No, Gordo, no..."
I could have tried harder to say no, I guess, no doubt Gordo was drunk enough that I could have pushed him away, even hit him if I had needed to, but I didn't. Maybe I thought that it wasn't the alcohol speaking that it was really Gordo. That he really did need me, that I wouldn't have to hide my feelings for him anymore. So I let it all happen. I closed my eyes and pretended that it was a beautiful dream that wasn't full of the stale aroma of beer, awkward hands, and kisses that weren't even fit for a nightmare.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: An update? So soon? It must be a miracle! I actually have time on my hands! So anyway, this here chapter will be from Miranda's point of view yet again. Just to let you know I'm diving right into her answering Gordo's question of "what happened?" So, enjoy! P.s. Just so its clear, the gang is in their junior year- so they can drive! .. lucky bitches...
I closed my eyes and let the memories tumble back to me, as I relived every moment of the night...
********** The night before **********
I grabbed a third beer from the table and continued working my way through the crowd, avoiding the insane mess that had been of Lizzie's living room. "This whole party has turned into a royal pain in my ass..." I muttered to myself as I passed the kitchen, which had been turned into a combination of alcohol and sex as the keg Lizzie had rented for the night was left open with alcohol running everywhere, and what looked to be at least three couples were left making out and more in unimaginable places around the room.
Disgusted with the terrible condition of the painstakingly planned bash, and still unable to locate either of my best friends, I retreated to Lizzie's room without her. It looked as though I was going to resort to watching TV the rest of the night until Lizzie decided to pour herself into bed. I settled back into the thick flannel covers of Lizzie's queen sized bed, and flipped on a re-run of "Friends". Just as Ross and Rachel started going at it in Joey's apartment I heard a loud "thump" outside the door. Reluctant to find an ultra stoned Ethan Craft, or maybe just the always- clumsy Lizzie coming to freshen up, I pulled myself off the bed and turned the knob on the door.
As soon as I yanked open the door I regretted the action, because outside was a clearly intoxicated and very disoriented Gordo. He pulled himself up from his position on the ground and looked me in the eye "Miranda... there's something I've always wanted to say to you..." So, maybe he wasn't quite as drunk as I had assumed, he seemed stable. I glanced back at Lizzie's bed and turned back to Gordo, "Gordo, how about you-" I stopped short as Gordo rammed his mouth into mine in a drunken attempt at a kiss. At that instant my mind started in a thousand different directions, what was happening? Sure, this was what I had been dreamed of for nearly a year... I know I wanted it, but just not this way. Gordo's kisses were hard and almost violent. He deepened them and added tongue, which only strengthened the taste of alcohol on his breath and now in my mouth. "I don't want this to happen this way." I thought to myself. I struggled slightly and broke the kiss, "Gordo, Gordo.... listen to me, you're drunk. We can't do this, its not-" I never got to finish my sentence as Gordo slammed me down on Lizzie's bed. " I want you, Miranda.... I need you, come on, baby..." Now it was clear that alcohol was taking a toll on Gordo. His speech was slurring and he was getting clumsier by the moment. He kissed me once more, softer this time, and I felt a hand move up my spine towards the clasp of my bra. "NO, STOP IT! NO! No... No, Gordo, no..."
I could have tried harder to say no, I guess, no doubt Gordo was drunk enough that I could have pushed him away, even hit him if I had needed to, but I didn't. Maybe I thought that it wasn't the alcohol speaking that it was really Gordo. That he really did need me, that I wouldn't have to hide my feelings for him anymore. So I let it all happen. I closed my eyes and pretended that it was a beautiful dream that wasn't full of the stale aroma of beer, awkward hands, and kisses that weren't even fit for a nightmare.
