A/N: In almost every fanfic, a plane scene appears in which Lizzie is
afraid of flying and Gordo comforts her. Or vise versa. Those are really
good, of course. I'm gonna shake things up a bit. Alright, not really.
I'm just not going to do much with the plane scene. Deal with it. Thanks.
Neither Gordo nor Lizzie are much afraid of flying. They decided that on the way there, Lizzie could have the window seat and on the way back Gordo could have it. Gordo takes out his portable cd player and headphones. "Goodbye, McGuire. I will be joining the realms of my world now," he says, slipping the headphones on.
Lizzie smiles and takes out her journal. Gordo slips his headphones off. "What is that?" He asks pointing to the large encyclopedia-looking book Lizzie just took out of her backpack.
She contemplates whether or not to tell him, but decides she might as well. "It's my journal." She looks at him with a smile as she holds the journal close to her.
"It's big. I knew you kept a journal, but my gosh! Can I see it?"
Lizzie clutches the journal closer. "No! You stay away! This is one realm of my little world in which you are not allowed."
Gordo holds up his hands in defense. "Sorry, didn't know it was that personal." He notices the tension between the two of them and decides to tell Lizzie something to ease it. "I have a journal, too."
Lizzie looks at him openmouthed. "You do? I haven't noticed you carrying around a journal!"
"That's because its not a book. It's on tape." After looking at Lizzie's confused expression, he explains himself, "I film myself talking instead of writing down things. I'll show you what I mean when we get to Florida. My camera's in the luggage compartment right now."
"Okay. That will be interesting." Gordo puts on his headphones again and Lizzie opens her diary.
Lizzie's Diary
May 29th 6:17 A.M.
Here I am! On the plane to Florida with Gordo and his parents! I sit at the window seat on the way there and Gordo gets it on the way back, providing we don't get center aisles. As I sit here staring out the window, a sorta peace overtakes me. I don't know how to explain it. Maybe it's the fact that I'm sitting here with Gordo and I don't have to worry about my makeup or my hair or my clothes with him. I like that about him. I can hear him listening to "Don't Want to Miss a Thing." I bet he thinks of that night all of the time. In a way its flattering. I mean, having a guy like me not because of the way I look, though he thinks I'm beautiful, but rather because he just likes me! For who I am! Ah, its just so cute. I just wish I liked him back like that. Oh my gosh, I just wished to have a crush on my best friend! I can't let that happen! [Lizzie looks at Gordo who has his head tilted back on his chair listening to music.] It would be easier if he wasn't so amazing.
Maybe I should tell him how I feel; I mean, about being peaceful right now.
Narration
"Hey, Gordo," Lizzie says, tapping his arm. After a moment, he notices Lizzie trying to get his attention. He takes off his headphones and smiles his lopsided grin at her. "This is nice, isn't it?"
Gordo raises an eyebrow, "Yeah, I guess so. Um, what's nice?"
"This! The plane ride, the blue sky," Sitting next to you. Oh my gosh! I didn't just think that! Lizzie continues, looking out the window, "Heading to Florida, sitting here next to you." Oh my gosh, I didn't just say that!
Gordo smiles big at her comment, though he tries to pretend he didn't hear it. "Yeah, all systems go."
Lizzie, feeling embarrassed, slips on her headphones before he could question her, which he didn't plan on doing anyway.
Upon arriving in Pensacola Beach (A/N: it's a rather desolate beach in Florida, and I know a lot about it so that is just going to be where they will vacation at. Any questions?), The Gordons and Lizzie enter the main lobby of their hotel.
"We're the Gordon's. We should have two rooms booked for us," Mr. Gordon tells the clerk.
"Two rooms? I'm sorry, we only have one reserved for you."
"One! Well, we need another one. Preferably adjoining, with two beds."
"I'm sorry, but this is a busy time of year for us, and I doubt that is likely."
Gordo's Cam
May 29th 10:37 A.M.
Lizzie is in the bathroom changing into her swim suit and my parents are outside. I have to explain this quick before anyone comes back. Alright, it so happens that four people are stuffed in the same room. We ran into problems at the desk, and they only booked us one single bed room instead of two rooms, one being with two beds. We couldn't get two rooms, but luckily we were able to get a bigger room with two beds. The problem? My parents. Apparently they think that me and Lizzie can share a bed to sleep in since they will both be in the room and nothing will happen. Okay, now normally a teenage guy would be thrilled to share a bed with a girl, but this is a bit strange! I just hope Lizzie isn't too disturbed by this. I don't think I'll be getting much sleep this week!
From the bathroom: [Thud! "Ow!"]
Hey Lizzie, you okay? [Gordo turns off camera.]
Narration
"Hey, what happened?" Gordo asks, helping Lizzie to her feet after she crashes through the bathroom door.
"Oh, I tripped over my towel." She stands up, her tankini on with a light jacket tossed over her shoulders. "You ready to go to the beach?"
Gordo helps her up. "Yep. Let's go!"
Gordo and Lizzie get to the beach. There are few people out in front of the hotel's beaches, but down further the splashes and murmurs of a crowd could be heard on the public beach. Gordo walks down to the edge of the water and let's the waves splash against his feet. Lizzie walks up by him and stands, looking out at the horizon. "It's just so beautiful."
Gordo just smiles as he glances at her. She tosses off her jacket, jumps into the water and disappears. Gordo jumps in after her, throwing off his shirt. Lizzie stops and stands on her tiptoes in the ocean. Gordo calls to her from a few feet away. When she turns around, he splashes her. "Hey! I'll get you!" Lizzie swims after him. Gordo quickly ducks underwater, grabs Lizzie's legs and pulls her under. When they both come up for air, Lizzie tackles Gordo right when a gigantic wave takes both of them down. After another ten minutes of exhausting teasing, they both get out, gather their shirts, and sit on the lounge chairs provided by the hotel.
While Gordo puts up the umbrella, Lizzie says, "The ocean makes me feel insignificant, like I don't really matter much and that I can't control anything."
Gordo loved it when Lizzie was in her pensive mood. He replies, "Yeah. I know what you mean." He sits down and adds, "You aren't insignificant. But there are few things that we can control, Liz. Actually, life bites a lot of the time."
Lizzie contemplates that. "And just think, we are only 14! I'm a lucky one, though. My parents are still together. My family is healthy, and I have great friends. I am blessed in that sense, though I have had my heart broken several times."
"Maybe you just need to date better guys, and not just ones that have cool hair," Gordo says, bitterly, looking out at the ocean.
"You calling me shallow?"
Gordo looks over at her. "Lizzie, you're not shallow a lot of the time. I mean, like right now. You're talking about the ocean and how you're blessed and how you have had to deal with life. You're only shallow with one thing."
Lizzie starts to grow angry, but realizes he's right. "I just like cute guys is all. Is that so wrong?"
"Only when you end up getting your heart broken over every dirk that comes along. Actually, you're shallow about another thing."
Lizzie bites her cheek to keep from getting angry. "And just what would that be?" she asks, offended.
"You worry to much about the way you look. I've seen you contemplate what you're going to wear. I've watched you self-consciously pull at your hair or your clothes, or not saying anything to Kate when she's such a snob because of your self-consciousness."
Lizzie turns her head, this time in defeat. "You, you notice all of that?"
Gordo hesitates before answering. "Yeah. You're very timid, and you have no reason to be. If its one girl on this earth who should have the audacity to think herself queen of the world, it would be you."
"English, Gordo? In English?"
He laughs. "You don't have anything to be worried about. You're practically perfect. I've told you that before."
Lizzie glances at him, pushing her hair behind her ear. Mumbling to herself, she says, "No, you haven't." Then outloud, "Gordo?"
Gordo turns toward her. "Hmm?"
Lizzie opens her mouth to say something, but decides not to. "Nothing. Just, thanks."
Neither Gordo nor Lizzie are much afraid of flying. They decided that on the way there, Lizzie could have the window seat and on the way back Gordo could have it. Gordo takes out his portable cd player and headphones. "Goodbye, McGuire. I will be joining the realms of my world now," he says, slipping the headphones on.
Lizzie smiles and takes out her journal. Gordo slips his headphones off. "What is that?" He asks pointing to the large encyclopedia-looking book Lizzie just took out of her backpack.
She contemplates whether or not to tell him, but decides she might as well. "It's my journal." She looks at him with a smile as she holds the journal close to her.
"It's big. I knew you kept a journal, but my gosh! Can I see it?"
Lizzie clutches the journal closer. "No! You stay away! This is one realm of my little world in which you are not allowed."
Gordo holds up his hands in defense. "Sorry, didn't know it was that personal." He notices the tension between the two of them and decides to tell Lizzie something to ease it. "I have a journal, too."
Lizzie looks at him openmouthed. "You do? I haven't noticed you carrying around a journal!"
"That's because its not a book. It's on tape." After looking at Lizzie's confused expression, he explains himself, "I film myself talking instead of writing down things. I'll show you what I mean when we get to Florida. My camera's in the luggage compartment right now."
"Okay. That will be interesting." Gordo puts on his headphones again and Lizzie opens her diary.
Lizzie's Diary
May 29th 6:17 A.M.
Here I am! On the plane to Florida with Gordo and his parents! I sit at the window seat on the way there and Gordo gets it on the way back, providing we don't get center aisles. As I sit here staring out the window, a sorta peace overtakes me. I don't know how to explain it. Maybe it's the fact that I'm sitting here with Gordo and I don't have to worry about my makeup or my hair or my clothes with him. I like that about him. I can hear him listening to "Don't Want to Miss a Thing." I bet he thinks of that night all of the time. In a way its flattering. I mean, having a guy like me not because of the way I look, though he thinks I'm beautiful, but rather because he just likes me! For who I am! Ah, its just so cute. I just wish I liked him back like that. Oh my gosh, I just wished to have a crush on my best friend! I can't let that happen! [Lizzie looks at Gordo who has his head tilted back on his chair listening to music.] It would be easier if he wasn't so amazing.
Maybe I should tell him how I feel; I mean, about being peaceful right now.
Narration
"Hey, Gordo," Lizzie says, tapping his arm. After a moment, he notices Lizzie trying to get his attention. He takes off his headphones and smiles his lopsided grin at her. "This is nice, isn't it?"
Gordo raises an eyebrow, "Yeah, I guess so. Um, what's nice?"
"This! The plane ride, the blue sky," Sitting next to you. Oh my gosh! I didn't just think that! Lizzie continues, looking out the window, "Heading to Florida, sitting here next to you." Oh my gosh, I didn't just say that!
Gordo smiles big at her comment, though he tries to pretend he didn't hear it. "Yeah, all systems go."
Lizzie, feeling embarrassed, slips on her headphones before he could question her, which he didn't plan on doing anyway.
Upon arriving in Pensacola Beach (A/N: it's a rather desolate beach in Florida, and I know a lot about it so that is just going to be where they will vacation at. Any questions?), The Gordons and Lizzie enter the main lobby of their hotel.
"We're the Gordon's. We should have two rooms booked for us," Mr. Gordon tells the clerk.
"Two rooms? I'm sorry, we only have one reserved for you."
"One! Well, we need another one. Preferably adjoining, with two beds."
"I'm sorry, but this is a busy time of year for us, and I doubt that is likely."
Gordo's Cam
May 29th 10:37 A.M.
Lizzie is in the bathroom changing into her swim suit and my parents are outside. I have to explain this quick before anyone comes back. Alright, it so happens that four people are stuffed in the same room. We ran into problems at the desk, and they only booked us one single bed room instead of two rooms, one being with two beds. We couldn't get two rooms, but luckily we were able to get a bigger room with two beds. The problem? My parents. Apparently they think that me and Lizzie can share a bed to sleep in since they will both be in the room and nothing will happen. Okay, now normally a teenage guy would be thrilled to share a bed with a girl, but this is a bit strange! I just hope Lizzie isn't too disturbed by this. I don't think I'll be getting much sleep this week!
From the bathroom: [Thud! "Ow!"]
Hey Lizzie, you okay? [Gordo turns off camera.]
Narration
"Hey, what happened?" Gordo asks, helping Lizzie to her feet after she crashes through the bathroom door.
"Oh, I tripped over my towel." She stands up, her tankini on with a light jacket tossed over her shoulders. "You ready to go to the beach?"
Gordo helps her up. "Yep. Let's go!"
Gordo and Lizzie get to the beach. There are few people out in front of the hotel's beaches, but down further the splashes and murmurs of a crowd could be heard on the public beach. Gordo walks down to the edge of the water and let's the waves splash against his feet. Lizzie walks up by him and stands, looking out at the horizon. "It's just so beautiful."
Gordo just smiles as he glances at her. She tosses off her jacket, jumps into the water and disappears. Gordo jumps in after her, throwing off his shirt. Lizzie stops and stands on her tiptoes in the ocean. Gordo calls to her from a few feet away. When she turns around, he splashes her. "Hey! I'll get you!" Lizzie swims after him. Gordo quickly ducks underwater, grabs Lizzie's legs and pulls her under. When they both come up for air, Lizzie tackles Gordo right when a gigantic wave takes both of them down. After another ten minutes of exhausting teasing, they both get out, gather their shirts, and sit on the lounge chairs provided by the hotel.
While Gordo puts up the umbrella, Lizzie says, "The ocean makes me feel insignificant, like I don't really matter much and that I can't control anything."
Gordo loved it when Lizzie was in her pensive mood. He replies, "Yeah. I know what you mean." He sits down and adds, "You aren't insignificant. But there are few things that we can control, Liz. Actually, life bites a lot of the time."
Lizzie contemplates that. "And just think, we are only 14! I'm a lucky one, though. My parents are still together. My family is healthy, and I have great friends. I am blessed in that sense, though I have had my heart broken several times."
"Maybe you just need to date better guys, and not just ones that have cool hair," Gordo says, bitterly, looking out at the ocean.
"You calling me shallow?"
Gordo looks over at her. "Lizzie, you're not shallow a lot of the time. I mean, like right now. You're talking about the ocean and how you're blessed and how you have had to deal with life. You're only shallow with one thing."
Lizzie starts to grow angry, but realizes he's right. "I just like cute guys is all. Is that so wrong?"
"Only when you end up getting your heart broken over every dirk that comes along. Actually, you're shallow about another thing."
Lizzie bites her cheek to keep from getting angry. "And just what would that be?" she asks, offended.
"You worry to much about the way you look. I've seen you contemplate what you're going to wear. I've watched you self-consciously pull at your hair or your clothes, or not saying anything to Kate when she's such a snob because of your self-consciousness."
Lizzie turns her head, this time in defeat. "You, you notice all of that?"
Gordo hesitates before answering. "Yeah. You're very timid, and you have no reason to be. If its one girl on this earth who should have the audacity to think herself queen of the world, it would be you."
"English, Gordo? In English?"
He laughs. "You don't have anything to be worried about. You're practically perfect. I've told you that before."
Lizzie glances at him, pushing her hair behind her ear. Mumbling to herself, she says, "No, you haven't." Then outloud, "Gordo?"
Gordo turns toward her. "Hmm?"
Lizzie opens her mouth to say something, but decides not to. "Nothing. Just, thanks."