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Gordo whispers softly so no one can hear him, though the music is too loud anyway. "So."
"So, what do we do now?" Lizzie asks.
"Well, is making out out of the question?"
"Um, yeah."
"Are you claustrophobic?"
"No."
"Do you have your purse?"
"No!"
"Lipstick?"
"I have a lot on, but why are you asking? Gordo, what is with these questions! We need to get out of here!"
"Just calm down. We don't have to make out; we just have to look like we made out."
"What? Gordo, I don't understand! How do we look like we made out but we didn't?"
"Alright, look. If your lipstick is smeared all over me, then they will think we did some bad stuff and let us go."
"Oh! I got it." Lizzie moves closer to him (though barely possible in the tiny closet) and hugs him, but then instead of putting her chin on his shoulder, she puts her lips on his neck. They both feel their faces growing red, and are thankful that its dark.
They both just stand in silence for awhile with their arms wrapped around each other in the small closet. Lizzie finally says, "Gordo, I'm sorry about this. I shouldn't have come."
Gordo usually would have given a speech about not following the crowd or not falling for every cute guy around, but instead he chokes out, "That's alright. And we'll get out of this."
Lizzie nods and kisses his cheek, then the other side of his neck. He simply takes in every minute of the moment.
"How long does this kinda stuff usually take?" She asks, though she really didn't expect Gordo to know either. He doesn't answer. "Gosh, this is rather awkward."
"Yeah, yeah it is." Gordo states in agreement, his voice seeming an octave higher than usual. They both draw in a shaky breath.
"Alright, that should be long enough, don't you think?"
"Yeah."
"I hope you have enough lipstick on your face."
"I will probably never hear than line spoken to me again." They both nervously giggle a little. Lizzie then tries to push the door open. "What's wrong?" Gordo asks her.
"I can't get the door to open," Lizzie says. But no sooner had she said that, the folding closet door folds open and Lizzie topples on the floor with Gordo on top of her, a strap of her dress fallen to her shoulder. Shouts and cheers are heard from around the room. Gordo quickly stands up, helping Lizzie to her feet. Brad applauds them as they leave the room. They make a break for the front door, this time getting out.
After running the way back, they both collapse in front of their hotel on the beach. "Lizzie, are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm okay." She looks up at him and starts laughing.
"What?"
"You still have lipstick all over you!"
"Oh, I can just imagine what my parents would say to that!"
"Well, they didn't seem to mind us going to a beach party."
"Yeah, but my parents didn't think I was the kind of guy to fake make out with my best friend in a closet."
"Well, neither did I!" They both laugh for awhile.
"What would your parents say to this?" Gordo says as he moves the strap of Lizzie's short red dress back into place.
"I would be dead, with a capital D."
"We're bad, McGuire. Capital B."
Lizzie laughs, "Right. Real bad. We pretended to fool in a closet we were stuffed in just so we could get our butts out of there." She suddenly gets serious. "Gordo, Brad slipped a pill in my drink, but this girl let me know about it. A lot worse things could have happened."
Gordo is silent for a minute. "I'm glad nothing did."
"I don't think I want to live my life that way. Going from party to party just to get wasted and sleep with someone I won't even remember meeting. It's not right."
"You're great, McGuire," Gordo responds quietly, almost under his breathe, staring at the stars.
Lizzie looks at Gordo for awhile, realizing what he just said, and then she begins to move closer to him. Gordo takes his gaze away from the stars and realizes Lizzie inching closer to him. His heartbeat quickens. Lizzie takes her hand and tries to wipe away the lipstick on his cheeks. Their faces are inches away, and Gordo moves his hands to Lizzie's hands without thinking. They both stare into each others eyes for a moment. Gordo starts to lean in to kiss her, but suddenly lets go of her hands and averts his gaze. Taking off his outer shirt, he says "I can just use this." He wipes the kiss marks off of his neck and face.
He swiftly gets up and starts walking back to the hotel. Lizzie looks after him and sighs. She meets up with him a few minutes later at the hotel room. He is already in the shower washing the party smell off of him before his parents get back from wherever they went for the evening. Lizzie picks up her journal.
Lizzie's Journal
May 30th 9:27 P.M.
I have so much to write about, but not nearly enough time. Today has been amazing. Wow! I don't think I have enough time to explain what all happened today or even tonight! I woke up in Gordo's arms this morning, due to our awkward sleeping arrangements. Then, later on the beach, this really hot guy and his friends asked me to a party. Gordo warned me not to go, but I went anyway. I wore the dress that when Mom found out I bought it--on a shopping excursion with Miranda-- I was grounded for a week. She let me keep the dress, though.
Anyway, I went to the party, which was full of college or at least high school students, and the guy tried slipping a drug in my drink. A girl that was there stopped him. I don't know what I would have done had she not stopped him!
Actually, Gordo probably would have done something. Cause he walked in just a few minutes after that. I was so glad to see him! We tried to leave, but then we were stopped and forced to make out in a closet.
Let me explain. They shoved us in a closet where we could barely move, and told us that we had to make out in order to get out of there. We faked making out, and I kissed Gordo on the neck and cheeks which made lipstick prints. I don't think that's what convinced the college kids though. The closet door wouldn't open, and when it finally did, I fell to the floor with Gordo on top of me. THAT was what convinced them to let us leave cause we had "done the deed".
And then, just a few minutes ago on the beach, Gordo and me almost kissed. Almost. Not that I want to kiss him. I mean, he's Gordo. Oh, who am I kidding? My heart stopped beating then! We were so close; our faces inches from each other! I had leaned in to wipe the lipstick off his face and he took my hands in his, and then we were so close that I could smell his shampoo! But then he suddenly got up and came in here where he is presently taking a shower, with the same shampoo. Anyway, I guess I should end this for now. Things are getting so complicated! I really miss Miranda. I can't wait to talk to her about this and see what she thinks. Actually, I would even settle for my mother! She does give
Narration
Gordo finishes his shower and comes out of the bathroom with his boxers on and a towel draped over his shoulders. Lizzie is fervently writing away in her journal and Gordo stands at the foot of the bed watching her write away as she lies across the bed.
"Lizzie," Gordo says, as a distinct statement rather than a notification of his presence.
Lizzie looks up at him and quickly shuts her journal. She sits up as he sits by her on the bed. Towel drying his hair and tossing it at the foot of the bed, Gordo then lies back on the bed with his arms behind his head. Both stay quiet for awhile, until Lizzie finally speaks up. "Gordo, what happened back.."
But Gordo interrupts her. "You probably should take a shower before my parents suspect something happened that didn't; such as you drinking. That party was basically a beer bath."
Lizzie gives him a questioning look. Not because of his suggestion, because that was correct; because of his interruption. Lizzie, however, doesn't take his coldness too long. "Gordo, what's wrong?" She crawls to the head of the bed and lies down beside him, resting on her side.
Gordo stares at the ceiling for a long time, until Lizzie pokes him in the stomach. "Gordo?" After he doesn't answer, she continues in a harsher tone, "Don't ignore me."
Gordo finally looks over at her, and turning on his side to face her, explains, "Lizzie, do you realize what could have happened tonight? Do you realize what you put yourself in? You can't go running after every cute guy that offers you attention! You'll get hurt that way!" Lizzie smiles at his overprotection for her, but he continues, "And I won't always be there to comfort you after every guy you run after leaves you in the dirt! As much as I love you, McGuire, there are just some things I don't like. Like how you treat me like I don't exist except when you need me!"
Lizzie bites her lip and wipes away the tears forming in her eyes. Gordo inwardly kicks himself for saying so much. But then again, he felt amazingly better. That is, until he realizes Lizzie is crying.
"Lizzie. Lizzie, I'm sorry. That came out wrong." Lizzie stands up and heads to the bathroom. Gordo walks after her. "Lizzie, don't cry. Please, don't! I didn't mean it like that. It came out wrong!"
She turns around to face him. She said quietly and calmly, "No, Gordo. It came out perfectly." She meets his gaze and stares into his eyes for awhile. They both stand there until they hear the door being opened. Lizzie quickly spins around and enters the bathroom.
"Hey, kids. You have fun?" Mr. Gordon asks Gordo.
Gordo turns from where he was staring at the bathroom door to face his parents. "Well, the party wasn't that great. They had pretty bad music," Gordo says, not really lying since they did have bad music.
"Is Elizabeth in the shower?" His mother asks.
"Yeah."
"Did you already take one?" His mother continues. He nods and she comments, "Good. I will take one right after she's done."
Mr. Gordon sits down on the edge of the bed to take off his shoes. Mrs. Gordon takes a bottled water out of the mini fridge.
"So, did you two have a good time wherever you were?" Gordo asks, deciding it might be wise to talk to his parents sometimes.
"We had a wonderful time! That couple we met yesterday knew about this awesome dance club. I don't think your father enjoyed it too much, though. Honey, how is your back?"
"It's fine. I can't believe you made me do the hustle! You know how I get into that!"
Gordo, regretting having brought the subject up, says, "Hey, I think I'm gonna go walk the beach a while if that's okay."
"Didn't you just take a shower?" His dad asks.
Gordo just shrugs and walks out the door. He walks down the beach where he steps in the ocean just to his ankles. Part of him hopes Lizzie decides not to join him, while another part hopes she does. He stands looking out at the pier as the soft serene waves gently splash against his legs. "Stupid!" he shouts to himself as he kicks at the water. He thinks, "Why? Why did I have to blurt that out like that! I should have been nice about it. But, my gosh! She really does chase after every cute guy she sees, except for the one guy who really loves her! Before I break my heart and our friendship, I really need to move on. Too bad I can't do that." He regrets not bringing his video camera, but decides that he can always write it down and record his thoughts later.
By the time he returns to the hotel room, his mother is asleep and his dad is in the shower. Lizzie seems to be asleep, but she could just be pretending. He moves into his side of the bed. He doesn't hardly look at Lizzie as she sleeps, but his thoughts aren't far from her as he drifts off.
Gordo whispers softly so no one can hear him, though the music is too loud anyway. "So."
"So, what do we do now?" Lizzie asks.
"Well, is making out out of the question?"
"Um, yeah."
"Are you claustrophobic?"
"No."
"Do you have your purse?"
"No!"
"Lipstick?"
"I have a lot on, but why are you asking? Gordo, what is with these questions! We need to get out of here!"
"Just calm down. We don't have to make out; we just have to look like we made out."
"What? Gordo, I don't understand! How do we look like we made out but we didn't?"
"Alright, look. If your lipstick is smeared all over me, then they will think we did some bad stuff and let us go."
"Oh! I got it." Lizzie moves closer to him (though barely possible in the tiny closet) and hugs him, but then instead of putting her chin on his shoulder, she puts her lips on his neck. They both feel their faces growing red, and are thankful that its dark.
They both just stand in silence for awhile with their arms wrapped around each other in the small closet. Lizzie finally says, "Gordo, I'm sorry about this. I shouldn't have come."
Gordo usually would have given a speech about not following the crowd or not falling for every cute guy around, but instead he chokes out, "That's alright. And we'll get out of this."
Lizzie nods and kisses his cheek, then the other side of his neck. He simply takes in every minute of the moment.
"How long does this kinda stuff usually take?" She asks, though she really didn't expect Gordo to know either. He doesn't answer. "Gosh, this is rather awkward."
"Yeah, yeah it is." Gordo states in agreement, his voice seeming an octave higher than usual. They both draw in a shaky breath.
"Alright, that should be long enough, don't you think?"
"Yeah."
"I hope you have enough lipstick on your face."
"I will probably never hear than line spoken to me again." They both nervously giggle a little. Lizzie then tries to push the door open. "What's wrong?" Gordo asks her.
"I can't get the door to open," Lizzie says. But no sooner had she said that, the folding closet door folds open and Lizzie topples on the floor with Gordo on top of her, a strap of her dress fallen to her shoulder. Shouts and cheers are heard from around the room. Gordo quickly stands up, helping Lizzie to her feet. Brad applauds them as they leave the room. They make a break for the front door, this time getting out.
After running the way back, they both collapse in front of their hotel on the beach. "Lizzie, are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm okay." She looks up at him and starts laughing.
"What?"
"You still have lipstick all over you!"
"Oh, I can just imagine what my parents would say to that!"
"Well, they didn't seem to mind us going to a beach party."
"Yeah, but my parents didn't think I was the kind of guy to fake make out with my best friend in a closet."
"Well, neither did I!" They both laugh for awhile.
"What would your parents say to this?" Gordo says as he moves the strap of Lizzie's short red dress back into place.
"I would be dead, with a capital D."
"We're bad, McGuire. Capital B."
Lizzie laughs, "Right. Real bad. We pretended to fool in a closet we were stuffed in just so we could get our butts out of there." She suddenly gets serious. "Gordo, Brad slipped a pill in my drink, but this girl let me know about it. A lot worse things could have happened."
Gordo is silent for a minute. "I'm glad nothing did."
"I don't think I want to live my life that way. Going from party to party just to get wasted and sleep with someone I won't even remember meeting. It's not right."
"You're great, McGuire," Gordo responds quietly, almost under his breathe, staring at the stars.
Lizzie looks at Gordo for awhile, realizing what he just said, and then she begins to move closer to him. Gordo takes his gaze away from the stars and realizes Lizzie inching closer to him. His heartbeat quickens. Lizzie takes her hand and tries to wipe away the lipstick on his cheeks. Their faces are inches away, and Gordo moves his hands to Lizzie's hands without thinking. They both stare into each others eyes for a moment. Gordo starts to lean in to kiss her, but suddenly lets go of her hands and averts his gaze. Taking off his outer shirt, he says "I can just use this." He wipes the kiss marks off of his neck and face.
He swiftly gets up and starts walking back to the hotel. Lizzie looks after him and sighs. She meets up with him a few minutes later at the hotel room. He is already in the shower washing the party smell off of him before his parents get back from wherever they went for the evening. Lizzie picks up her journal.
Lizzie's Journal
May 30th 9:27 P.M.
I have so much to write about, but not nearly enough time. Today has been amazing. Wow! I don't think I have enough time to explain what all happened today or even tonight! I woke up in Gordo's arms this morning, due to our awkward sleeping arrangements. Then, later on the beach, this really hot guy and his friends asked me to a party. Gordo warned me not to go, but I went anyway. I wore the dress that when Mom found out I bought it--on a shopping excursion with Miranda-- I was grounded for a week. She let me keep the dress, though.
Anyway, I went to the party, which was full of college or at least high school students, and the guy tried slipping a drug in my drink. A girl that was there stopped him. I don't know what I would have done had she not stopped him!
Actually, Gordo probably would have done something. Cause he walked in just a few minutes after that. I was so glad to see him! We tried to leave, but then we were stopped and forced to make out in a closet.
Let me explain. They shoved us in a closet where we could barely move, and told us that we had to make out in order to get out of there. We faked making out, and I kissed Gordo on the neck and cheeks which made lipstick prints. I don't think that's what convinced the college kids though. The closet door wouldn't open, and when it finally did, I fell to the floor with Gordo on top of me. THAT was what convinced them to let us leave cause we had "done the deed".
And then, just a few minutes ago on the beach, Gordo and me almost kissed. Almost. Not that I want to kiss him. I mean, he's Gordo. Oh, who am I kidding? My heart stopped beating then! We were so close; our faces inches from each other! I had leaned in to wipe the lipstick off his face and he took my hands in his, and then we were so close that I could smell his shampoo! But then he suddenly got up and came in here where he is presently taking a shower, with the same shampoo. Anyway, I guess I should end this for now. Things are getting so complicated! I really miss Miranda. I can't wait to talk to her about this and see what she thinks. Actually, I would even settle for my mother! She does give
Narration
Gordo finishes his shower and comes out of the bathroom with his boxers on and a towel draped over his shoulders. Lizzie is fervently writing away in her journal and Gordo stands at the foot of the bed watching her write away as she lies across the bed.
"Lizzie," Gordo says, as a distinct statement rather than a notification of his presence.
Lizzie looks up at him and quickly shuts her journal. She sits up as he sits by her on the bed. Towel drying his hair and tossing it at the foot of the bed, Gordo then lies back on the bed with his arms behind his head. Both stay quiet for awhile, until Lizzie finally speaks up. "Gordo, what happened back.."
But Gordo interrupts her. "You probably should take a shower before my parents suspect something happened that didn't; such as you drinking. That party was basically a beer bath."
Lizzie gives him a questioning look. Not because of his suggestion, because that was correct; because of his interruption. Lizzie, however, doesn't take his coldness too long. "Gordo, what's wrong?" She crawls to the head of the bed and lies down beside him, resting on her side.
Gordo stares at the ceiling for a long time, until Lizzie pokes him in the stomach. "Gordo?" After he doesn't answer, she continues in a harsher tone, "Don't ignore me."
Gordo finally looks over at her, and turning on his side to face her, explains, "Lizzie, do you realize what could have happened tonight? Do you realize what you put yourself in? You can't go running after every cute guy that offers you attention! You'll get hurt that way!" Lizzie smiles at his overprotection for her, but he continues, "And I won't always be there to comfort you after every guy you run after leaves you in the dirt! As much as I love you, McGuire, there are just some things I don't like. Like how you treat me like I don't exist except when you need me!"
Lizzie bites her lip and wipes away the tears forming in her eyes. Gordo inwardly kicks himself for saying so much. But then again, he felt amazingly better. That is, until he realizes Lizzie is crying.
"Lizzie. Lizzie, I'm sorry. That came out wrong." Lizzie stands up and heads to the bathroom. Gordo walks after her. "Lizzie, don't cry. Please, don't! I didn't mean it like that. It came out wrong!"
She turns around to face him. She said quietly and calmly, "No, Gordo. It came out perfectly." She meets his gaze and stares into his eyes for awhile. They both stand there until they hear the door being opened. Lizzie quickly spins around and enters the bathroom.
"Hey, kids. You have fun?" Mr. Gordon asks Gordo.
Gordo turns from where he was staring at the bathroom door to face his parents. "Well, the party wasn't that great. They had pretty bad music," Gordo says, not really lying since they did have bad music.
"Is Elizabeth in the shower?" His mother asks.
"Yeah."
"Did you already take one?" His mother continues. He nods and she comments, "Good. I will take one right after she's done."
Mr. Gordon sits down on the edge of the bed to take off his shoes. Mrs. Gordon takes a bottled water out of the mini fridge.
"So, did you two have a good time wherever you were?" Gordo asks, deciding it might be wise to talk to his parents sometimes.
"We had a wonderful time! That couple we met yesterday knew about this awesome dance club. I don't think your father enjoyed it too much, though. Honey, how is your back?"
"It's fine. I can't believe you made me do the hustle! You know how I get into that!"
Gordo, regretting having brought the subject up, says, "Hey, I think I'm gonna go walk the beach a while if that's okay."
"Didn't you just take a shower?" His dad asks.
Gordo just shrugs and walks out the door. He walks down the beach where he steps in the ocean just to his ankles. Part of him hopes Lizzie decides not to join him, while another part hopes she does. He stands looking out at the pier as the soft serene waves gently splash against his legs. "Stupid!" he shouts to himself as he kicks at the water. He thinks, "Why? Why did I have to blurt that out like that! I should have been nice about it. But, my gosh! She really does chase after every cute guy she sees, except for the one guy who really loves her! Before I break my heart and our friendship, I really need to move on. Too bad I can't do that." He regrets not bringing his video camera, but decides that he can always write it down and record his thoughts later.
By the time he returns to the hotel room, his mother is asleep and his dad is in the shower. Lizzie seems to be asleep, but she could just be pretending. He moves into his side of the bed. He doesn't hardly look at Lizzie as she sleeps, but his thoughts aren't far from her as he drifts off.