Chapter Two: The Graduation Dance
A/N; Oh, thank you, reviewers! You have made me feel especially special! Even though I got few reviews for this one, I'm standing strong. And there'll probably be one more chapter, maybe two (if you're lucky and review a lot).
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"Gordo!" I exclaimed the next day. "Gordo!"
He spun around, and I ran to catch up with him. "What?"
"Did you hear the announcements!?" I asked. "About the Graduation Dance?"
"Yeah." He said, slipping into English class, frowning.
I followed him in. "You don't exactly sound excited about this whole thing." I observed.
He turned around to face me before he took a seat in the third row. "Look, this'll just be one of those dances where everyone is drooling over Ethan and I'm just a footnote."
Animated Lizzie: Okay, where have I heard *that* before?
"So what's the point of going?" He added, rolling his eyes.
"Does that mean you're not going?" I asked solemnly.
Animated Lizzie: I hope he goes. Dances are no fun without your best friend to talk to, and especially if you don't get a date... you *really* need someone to hang out with. He sighed. "I don't think I am."
I frowned and sat down next to him. "Then I'm not going either."
"Why? Because now you don't have your sidekick to go with as a sick excuse of a date?" He muttered under his breath.
Animated Lizzie: ExCUSE me?
"What?"
He shook his head. "Nothing."
He was *not* cooperating with me. I took a deep breath. "Listen, Gordo, if you're not going to be there, then I'm not going to have any fun alone. You have to come. Please?" I begged, giving him my sad eyes. "I'll be waiting for you."
He shrugged and our teacher walked in the room, so our conversation was cut off.
I noticed that Gordo was acting very crabby today. Was that a side effect of me kissing him? Because I didn't like it.
And I could tell he wasn't enjoying it either.
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He wasn't going to come. He stood me up! Here I was, at the graduation dance, running out of things to do alone and date-less.
Animated Lizzie: He's not coming, he's not coming, he's not coming...
"Lizzie!" I heard a voice calling my name, and then Gordo pushing through the crowds of people to get to me.
"Gordo! You made it." I smiled at him.
Animated Lizzie: I knew he'd come.
He sighed. "Well, I had nothing better to do, and I knew you'd be here waiting for me so I came."
I hugged him tightly. "Thanks."
"So, uh... want to dance?" He asked me.
Animated Lizzie DANCE!? Me? Is he out of his mind? I do *not* dance, especially in front of mobs of people. It'd be mortifying. What if I step on his foot? Or trip? Or what if Ethan sees me dancing with Gordo and thinks we we're a couple and then we never get married...
I took a deep breath. "Sure. I mean, it is called a 'dance' for a reason, right?"
We slowly drifted off onto the dance floor, and a slow song came on. Great. A slow song. Exactly what I needed when I was dancing with my best friend. I needed to think of a way to get out of this.
Tension rose between us as Gordo and I were uncomfortably silent.
"Uh... Gordo? I'll be right back." I said, rushing to the ladies' room.
I creaked open the door and dashed inside before he could say another word and sighed as I slumped against the wall.
What was I running from? Gordo? The people? What was there to be scared about? It was just a stupid dance, and all I was doing was dancing with Gordo. I've done that dozens of times in my life.
But then why did it seem so different this time?
Maybe it was because I knew he liked me. Well, even then... so what? I mean, Larry likes me (sort of), and I can talk to him without flipping out like I just did with Gordo. Or maybe it was something else.
But what?
A/N; Oh, thank you, reviewers! You have made me feel especially special! Even though I got few reviews for this one, I'm standing strong. And there'll probably be one more chapter, maybe two (if you're lucky and review a lot).
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"Gordo!" I exclaimed the next day. "Gordo!"
He spun around, and I ran to catch up with him. "What?"
"Did you hear the announcements!?" I asked. "About the Graduation Dance?"
"Yeah." He said, slipping into English class, frowning.
I followed him in. "You don't exactly sound excited about this whole thing." I observed.
He turned around to face me before he took a seat in the third row. "Look, this'll just be one of those dances where everyone is drooling over Ethan and I'm just a footnote."
Animated Lizzie: Okay, where have I heard *that* before?
"So what's the point of going?" He added, rolling his eyes.
"Does that mean you're not going?" I asked solemnly.
Animated Lizzie: I hope he goes. Dances are no fun without your best friend to talk to, and especially if you don't get a date... you *really* need someone to hang out with. He sighed. "I don't think I am."
I frowned and sat down next to him. "Then I'm not going either."
"Why? Because now you don't have your sidekick to go with as a sick excuse of a date?" He muttered under his breath.
Animated Lizzie: ExCUSE me?
"What?"
He shook his head. "Nothing."
He was *not* cooperating with me. I took a deep breath. "Listen, Gordo, if you're not going to be there, then I'm not going to have any fun alone. You have to come. Please?" I begged, giving him my sad eyes. "I'll be waiting for you."
He shrugged and our teacher walked in the room, so our conversation was cut off.
I noticed that Gordo was acting very crabby today. Was that a side effect of me kissing him? Because I didn't like it.
And I could tell he wasn't enjoying it either.
***
He wasn't going to come. He stood me up! Here I was, at the graduation dance, running out of things to do alone and date-less.
Animated Lizzie: He's not coming, he's not coming, he's not coming...
"Lizzie!" I heard a voice calling my name, and then Gordo pushing through the crowds of people to get to me.
"Gordo! You made it." I smiled at him.
Animated Lizzie: I knew he'd come.
He sighed. "Well, I had nothing better to do, and I knew you'd be here waiting for me so I came."
I hugged him tightly. "Thanks."
"So, uh... want to dance?" He asked me.
Animated Lizzie DANCE!? Me? Is he out of his mind? I do *not* dance, especially in front of mobs of people. It'd be mortifying. What if I step on his foot? Or trip? Or what if Ethan sees me dancing with Gordo and thinks we we're a couple and then we never get married...
I took a deep breath. "Sure. I mean, it is called a 'dance' for a reason, right?"
We slowly drifted off onto the dance floor, and a slow song came on. Great. A slow song. Exactly what I needed when I was dancing with my best friend. I needed to think of a way to get out of this.
Tension rose between us as Gordo and I were uncomfortably silent.
"Uh... Gordo? I'll be right back." I said, rushing to the ladies' room.
I creaked open the door and dashed inside before he could say another word and sighed as I slumped against the wall.
What was I running from? Gordo? The people? What was there to be scared about? It was just a stupid dance, and all I was doing was dancing with Gordo. I've done that dozens of times in my life.
But then why did it seem so different this time?
Maybe it was because I knew he liked me. Well, even then... so what? I mean, Larry likes me (sort of), and I can talk to him without flipping out like I just did with Gordo. Or maybe it was something else.
But what?