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Gordo's cam
May 30th 8:34 A.M.
Gordo: This morning Lizzie and I woke up early. My parents are still asleep. Lizzie promised me that I could film her some more for the video, so we are about to take a walk down the beach.
Lizzie: [from the side] I'm going to get my sandals.
Gordo: Now that she's gone, I have to tell you about last night.
Lizzie: [Comes back out and moves into shot.] Ready?
Gordo: I'll get back to this.
Narration
"Yep. Let's go," says Gordo, as he switches the tape in his camera to the one he uses for the video.
Lizzie wore a sleeveless shirt and a long white skirt usually used to cover up her bathing suit. Her hair was up and slightly curled from the humid air coming from the ocean breeze. Gordo had on shorts and a plain t-shirt covered by a brightly colored button-down.
"Go stand in the water."
Lizzie moves into the ocean until the water is slightly past her ankles. "This good?"
Gordo sets up his camera before answering, "Yeah." He looks up at her. "Wait." He walks to where she stands. He just stands in front of her for a moment, but then he slowly reaches up to the clip in her hair. He unfastens the clip and her hair falls softly to her back. Handing the clip to her, he says, "There. Much better."
As Gordo walks back toward his camera, Lizzie feels a bit disappointed that nothing else happened. She stares at the clip in her hand.
"Um, Lizzie? Something wrong?" He asks. He had had the camera running since he first set it up.
"Gordo, do you think we can finish this later? I'm not in much of a mood to pose and dance around."
Gordo dejectedly turns off the camera. "Okay. What do you feel like doing?"
"Let's walk a little further."
After another ten minutes, Lizzie and Gordo take a seat in the sand. Gordo leans back on his elbows while Lizzie sits hugging her knees. Neither say anything, fearful of what truth may be revealed. Lizzie, deep in thought, watches Gordo attentively. Gordo watches the waves until he realizes Lizzie staring at him. He smiles up at her. "What?"
Lizzie smiles back and hugs her knees tighter. "Nothing." Then, after a pause, she adds, "Gordo, has anyone ever told you that you're pretty cute?"
Gordo looks back out at the waves. "Do you mean cute like adorable little boy?"
"No, cute as in attractive."
"No. I don't get that much."
"Well, you are."
Gordo's eyes flash to hers with a look of surprise. They exchange glances, but before Gordo can comment, Lizzie runs off toward the hotel. Gordo grabs his camera and chases after her, smiling.
Later that day, Gordo and Lizzie splash around in the ocean. Lizzie decides to take a break and advances to the beach. While laying down with her eyes closed, a shadow overlaps her. She opens her eyes to see three guys looking down at her. "Um, hello," she says, a little unsure about them.
"Hey. I'm Brad," says one of them, crouching down to shake her hand.
Lizzie sits up and is awe-struck by his gorgeous eyes, bleached blond hair, and powerful muscles. "Hey, I'm Lizzie."
The other two guys take a seat on the blanket next to Lizzie. She soon discovers that their names are Daniel and Ray. After a few moments of chit chat, Brad asks, "So, Liz, there is this party tonight about ten minutes that way," he points down the beach. "You can come if you want. We'll be there, and it'll be a lot of fun." He smiles brightly at her.
Lizzie suddenly looks up. "Oh, hey, Gordo. This is Brad, Ray, and Daniel. They just invited me to a party tonight!"
Gordo's Cam
May 30th 7:09 P.M.
Gordo: I am sitting here, on the lounge chairs, kicking myself in the head. Lizzie and me were swimming around a bit when Lizzie decided to go sit down. Next thing I know, there are three guys sitting around talking to her. Now, these guys look rather old. I mean, at least juniors or seniors in high school if not in college already. I walk up to them, and I discover that Lizzie has been invited to their party tonight. They invited me, too, after Lizzie asked if I could go. However, after they left, I told Lizzie that she didn't need to be going to a party with some older guys she didn't know. She stared at me, before storming out into the ocean, like I was morphing into her mom. I refuse to go to that party. This is one mess Lizzie is going to deal with on her own! She is perfectly capable of taking care of herself.
[Lizzie comes out of motel room wearing a short red spaghetti-strapped dress.]
Lizzie: So, what do you think?
[She spins around. Gordo doesn't stop the camera, but turns to face Lizzie. His jaw drops.]
Gordo: [Captivated] You look incredible! [Fearfully] Wait a minute, are you wearing that to the party?
Lizzie: Yeah, so?
Gordo: You can't go like that!
Lizzie: Why? Does it look that bad? You just said that it looked incred...
Gordo: For your own good, put on something a little more, I don't know, nun- ish!
Lizzie: What? Gordo! I swear sometimes you make no sense! [Shakes her head in disbelief, and heads down the beach carrying her matching red heels.]
Gordo: [to camera.] Yeah, so I guess I should go get ready for this party.
Narration
Upon arriving at the party, Lizzie searches around until she finds Brad. He spots her at the same time and walks over toward her out of the living room full of people. "Hey, Liz!"
Lizzie twirls her hair and tilts her head, batting her eyes. "Hey, Brad."
Lizzie then realizes that Brad smells pretty bad. She looks around and she realizes that she is probably the youngest person at this party, and that most everyone else looks to be in their late teens or early twenties. Then she realizes what she smells; beer. Suddenly, she wishes Gordo had come with her. "Um, Liz? You there, Babe?"
Lizzie smiles, "Yeah, I'm fine. You know what? I just remembered something. I gotta go!" Lizzie turns to leave, but Brad catches her arm.
"No need to rush! Come on, let's dance."
"Well, I would really rather," but she doesn't get to finish her sentence. Brad drags her into the living room with all of the people drinking and defining the definition of "dirty" dancing.
Brad shouts over to Daniel who is the DJ, "Hey man, play something slow, if you catch my drift."
Daniel nods and puts on a slow song Lizzie never heard before. Brad holds her close to him and won't let her free. He moves his hands up and down her back, but halfway through the song he moves them lower. Lizzie interrupts him, realizing what he is trying to do, and asks for a drink.
"Sure thing, Babe." Brad drags Lizzie over to a corner of the room where a cooler full of alcohol sits. "Here ya go."
"Actually, do you have any water?"
"Sure thing." Brad turns toward the kitchen, and Lizzie prepares to run away. Brad turns back around and grabs her hand, leading her into the kitchen. He gets a cup out of the cabinet and pours her some water from the faucet. They walk back into the living room/dance floor, and as Lizzie starts to take a drink, a young woman steps up toward them.
"Wait, give me that water," she says.
Lizzie hands it to her, and Brad asks her, "Cal, whatcha do that for?"
"Hey, Brad, do you know how old she is?"
"Wha?"
"How old are you, girl?" the woman asks.
Lizzie answers quietly, "I'm fourteen."
"No way!" Brad shouts in disbelief.
"You can't give a minor this," the girls says, holding up the cup, "without getting into more trouble than its worth."
The girl pours the water onto the carpet, and Brad disappears in the crowd. The girl goes and sits on a couch in the corner. Lizzie joins her. "What was in the cup?"
The girl smoothes the wrinkles in her short blue jean skirt, lights a cigarette, and answers, "My guess is Rohypnol." After realizing Lizzie is giving her a funny look, she continues, "The date rape drug."
Lizzie's mouth drops open. After a few minutes she says, "Thank you for helping me! Gosh, if you hadn't intervened!"
The girl nods, taking a drag off her cigarette. She asks, "What are you doing here anyway? This is not a place for you. These are college kids, or just town junkies looking for a good time. You need to find some guy who's a little more your age." She points in the direction of the door. "Like that one. Clean, cute, and innocent looking." She adds, "Of course, they all look innocent, don't they?" Cal turns toward Lizzie for a response, but Lizzie is distracted by the guy entering the party.
"Gordo? Gordo!" Lizzie leaps up and runs toward him. His back is turned toward her, and when he turns around, he finds a girl draped in his arms.
"Lizzie! Lizzie, you alright?" He asks, as he wraps his arms around her.
She breaks the hug and, looking at him, nods with a smile. "I am now. Let's go."
They reach the door, but Brad steps in front of them. "Hey, Ray, check it! We got some fresh meat here!"
Ray walks over toward them. "Yo, how old are you?"
"Fourteen," Gordo answers.
"You guys are lucky. Tonight, we put fresh meat in the closet."
Gordo and Lizzie are pushed into a room with several chairs and a tv. Numerous couples are making out. Brad continues, "This is the closet." He pushes them into a closet stuffed with clothes and junk so that Gordo and Lizzie can hardly move. "Hey, we'll be watching you, so don't even think of coming out of there."
Gordo asks, "So, are you just going to keep us in the closet forever?"
"Nah, only until you too finish making out."
"What?!" Lizzie and Gordo both say, right as Brad shuts the folding door.
Gordo's cam
May 30th 8:34 A.M.
Gordo: This morning Lizzie and I woke up early. My parents are still asleep. Lizzie promised me that I could film her some more for the video, so we are about to take a walk down the beach.
Lizzie: [from the side] I'm going to get my sandals.
Gordo: Now that she's gone, I have to tell you about last night.
Lizzie: [Comes back out and moves into shot.] Ready?
Gordo: I'll get back to this.
Narration
"Yep. Let's go," says Gordo, as he switches the tape in his camera to the one he uses for the video.
Lizzie wore a sleeveless shirt and a long white skirt usually used to cover up her bathing suit. Her hair was up and slightly curled from the humid air coming from the ocean breeze. Gordo had on shorts and a plain t-shirt covered by a brightly colored button-down.
"Go stand in the water."
Lizzie moves into the ocean until the water is slightly past her ankles. "This good?"
Gordo sets up his camera before answering, "Yeah." He looks up at her. "Wait." He walks to where she stands. He just stands in front of her for a moment, but then he slowly reaches up to the clip in her hair. He unfastens the clip and her hair falls softly to her back. Handing the clip to her, he says, "There. Much better."
As Gordo walks back toward his camera, Lizzie feels a bit disappointed that nothing else happened. She stares at the clip in her hand.
"Um, Lizzie? Something wrong?" He asks. He had had the camera running since he first set it up.
"Gordo, do you think we can finish this later? I'm not in much of a mood to pose and dance around."
Gordo dejectedly turns off the camera. "Okay. What do you feel like doing?"
"Let's walk a little further."
After another ten minutes, Lizzie and Gordo take a seat in the sand. Gordo leans back on his elbows while Lizzie sits hugging her knees. Neither say anything, fearful of what truth may be revealed. Lizzie, deep in thought, watches Gordo attentively. Gordo watches the waves until he realizes Lizzie staring at him. He smiles up at her. "What?"
Lizzie smiles back and hugs her knees tighter. "Nothing." Then, after a pause, she adds, "Gordo, has anyone ever told you that you're pretty cute?"
Gordo looks back out at the waves. "Do you mean cute like adorable little boy?"
"No, cute as in attractive."
"No. I don't get that much."
"Well, you are."
Gordo's eyes flash to hers with a look of surprise. They exchange glances, but before Gordo can comment, Lizzie runs off toward the hotel. Gordo grabs his camera and chases after her, smiling.
Later that day, Gordo and Lizzie splash around in the ocean. Lizzie decides to take a break and advances to the beach. While laying down with her eyes closed, a shadow overlaps her. She opens her eyes to see three guys looking down at her. "Um, hello," she says, a little unsure about them.
"Hey. I'm Brad," says one of them, crouching down to shake her hand.
Lizzie sits up and is awe-struck by his gorgeous eyes, bleached blond hair, and powerful muscles. "Hey, I'm Lizzie."
The other two guys take a seat on the blanket next to Lizzie. She soon discovers that their names are Daniel and Ray. After a few moments of chit chat, Brad asks, "So, Liz, there is this party tonight about ten minutes that way," he points down the beach. "You can come if you want. We'll be there, and it'll be a lot of fun." He smiles brightly at her.
Lizzie suddenly looks up. "Oh, hey, Gordo. This is Brad, Ray, and Daniel. They just invited me to a party tonight!"
Gordo's Cam
May 30th 7:09 P.M.
Gordo: I am sitting here, on the lounge chairs, kicking myself in the head. Lizzie and me were swimming around a bit when Lizzie decided to go sit down. Next thing I know, there are three guys sitting around talking to her. Now, these guys look rather old. I mean, at least juniors or seniors in high school if not in college already. I walk up to them, and I discover that Lizzie has been invited to their party tonight. They invited me, too, after Lizzie asked if I could go. However, after they left, I told Lizzie that she didn't need to be going to a party with some older guys she didn't know. She stared at me, before storming out into the ocean, like I was morphing into her mom. I refuse to go to that party. This is one mess Lizzie is going to deal with on her own! She is perfectly capable of taking care of herself.
[Lizzie comes out of motel room wearing a short red spaghetti-strapped dress.]
Lizzie: So, what do you think?
[She spins around. Gordo doesn't stop the camera, but turns to face Lizzie. His jaw drops.]
Gordo: [Captivated] You look incredible! [Fearfully] Wait a minute, are you wearing that to the party?
Lizzie: Yeah, so?
Gordo: You can't go like that!
Lizzie: Why? Does it look that bad? You just said that it looked incred...
Gordo: For your own good, put on something a little more, I don't know, nun- ish!
Lizzie: What? Gordo! I swear sometimes you make no sense! [Shakes her head in disbelief, and heads down the beach carrying her matching red heels.]
Gordo: [to camera.] Yeah, so I guess I should go get ready for this party.
Narration
Upon arriving at the party, Lizzie searches around until she finds Brad. He spots her at the same time and walks over toward her out of the living room full of people. "Hey, Liz!"
Lizzie twirls her hair and tilts her head, batting her eyes. "Hey, Brad."
Lizzie then realizes that Brad smells pretty bad. She looks around and she realizes that she is probably the youngest person at this party, and that most everyone else looks to be in their late teens or early twenties. Then she realizes what she smells; beer. Suddenly, she wishes Gordo had come with her. "Um, Liz? You there, Babe?"
Lizzie smiles, "Yeah, I'm fine. You know what? I just remembered something. I gotta go!" Lizzie turns to leave, but Brad catches her arm.
"No need to rush! Come on, let's dance."
"Well, I would really rather," but she doesn't get to finish her sentence. Brad drags her into the living room with all of the people drinking and defining the definition of "dirty" dancing.
Brad shouts over to Daniel who is the DJ, "Hey man, play something slow, if you catch my drift."
Daniel nods and puts on a slow song Lizzie never heard before. Brad holds her close to him and won't let her free. He moves his hands up and down her back, but halfway through the song he moves them lower. Lizzie interrupts him, realizing what he is trying to do, and asks for a drink.
"Sure thing, Babe." Brad drags Lizzie over to a corner of the room where a cooler full of alcohol sits. "Here ya go."
"Actually, do you have any water?"
"Sure thing." Brad turns toward the kitchen, and Lizzie prepares to run away. Brad turns back around and grabs her hand, leading her into the kitchen. He gets a cup out of the cabinet and pours her some water from the faucet. They walk back into the living room/dance floor, and as Lizzie starts to take a drink, a young woman steps up toward them.
"Wait, give me that water," she says.
Lizzie hands it to her, and Brad asks her, "Cal, whatcha do that for?"
"Hey, Brad, do you know how old she is?"
"Wha?"
"How old are you, girl?" the woman asks.
Lizzie answers quietly, "I'm fourteen."
"No way!" Brad shouts in disbelief.
"You can't give a minor this," the girls says, holding up the cup, "without getting into more trouble than its worth."
The girl pours the water onto the carpet, and Brad disappears in the crowd. The girl goes and sits on a couch in the corner. Lizzie joins her. "What was in the cup?"
The girl smoothes the wrinkles in her short blue jean skirt, lights a cigarette, and answers, "My guess is Rohypnol." After realizing Lizzie is giving her a funny look, she continues, "The date rape drug."
Lizzie's mouth drops open. After a few minutes she says, "Thank you for helping me! Gosh, if you hadn't intervened!"
The girl nods, taking a drag off her cigarette. She asks, "What are you doing here anyway? This is not a place for you. These are college kids, or just town junkies looking for a good time. You need to find some guy who's a little more your age." She points in the direction of the door. "Like that one. Clean, cute, and innocent looking." She adds, "Of course, they all look innocent, don't they?" Cal turns toward Lizzie for a response, but Lizzie is distracted by the guy entering the party.
"Gordo? Gordo!" Lizzie leaps up and runs toward him. His back is turned toward her, and when he turns around, he finds a girl draped in his arms.
"Lizzie! Lizzie, you alright?" He asks, as he wraps his arms around her.
She breaks the hug and, looking at him, nods with a smile. "I am now. Let's go."
They reach the door, but Brad steps in front of them. "Hey, Ray, check it! We got some fresh meat here!"
Ray walks over toward them. "Yo, how old are you?"
"Fourteen," Gordo answers.
"You guys are lucky. Tonight, we put fresh meat in the closet."
Gordo and Lizzie are pushed into a room with several chairs and a tv. Numerous couples are making out. Brad continues, "This is the closet." He pushes them into a closet stuffed with clothes and junk so that Gordo and Lizzie can hardly move. "Hey, we'll be watching you, so don't even think of coming out of there."
Gordo asks, "So, are you just going to keep us in the closet forever?"
"Nah, only until you too finish making out."
"What?!" Lizzie and Gordo both say, right as Brad shuts the folding door.