Chapter 11: WHOA...
A/N: These chapters haven't been my wildest but I think you will be humored by what's to come next.
Finally me and Mrs. McGuire made it back home, out of that Consumerist Jungle.
Just as I was thinking of reading just a tad more of Lizzie's diary, I rethought this. I really wasn't being a good friend by doing that. Mrs. McGuire came in after I put the jeans in Lizzie's room and called me down to do some chores before lunch.
Matt was out with Silent Creepy Boy and "Dad" was painting a lawn gnome. And I was stuck doing chores after a mall excursion. I helped do the dishes and then took out the garbage, after which I asked if I could do 'my paper' upstairs. As I walked to Lizzie's bedroom, I wondered what could be happening with her and Kelly.
Kelly. She was really nice and kind of cute and I wondered if she liked me, because she seemed like she did. Not many girls do, so the few that like me stand out. I wonder what Lizzie would think if she found that out. She would probably encourage me to do something about it. I smiled. Yeah, she probably would do just that.
~~
As we walked back into the speaker, just catching the last 10 minutes, Kelly sat quiet and I didn't dare look her way. I felt like something was unsettled with us-her and Gordo (DAVID, rather). The weird vibe, now I know what it was. It was her acting kind of flirty. EW. Is that what Ethan senses when I...wait, does Ethan sense anything but his hair? Nevermind. Moving onto a new thought.
After the lecture, we all met up outside and Gordo's parents were invited to go to dinner with the Franklins, but they declined because Mr. Gordon had some thing he needed to attend to that evening. (THANK GOODNESS!)
I smiled at Kelly. I really DIDN'T do Gordo any justice being him today.
"Hey, I'll email ya okay?" What was I saying?! Emailing her would require telling Gordo I screwed up as him.
"Thanks! I'll tell you what happens with the cast list," Kelly replied, walking away with her parents.
"Kelly," I called after her. She turned around. I jogged a little ways up to her. "Listen, I'm sorry if I acted kind of weird in the ice cream place. You really are a great person. I got like...NO SLEEP last night so...I didn't really know what to say."
She shrugged and looked down, a small smile played on her lips. "It's okay. I know what you meant by the question. I don't know what I was saying either. It's weird." She laughed, a little embarrassed. "I mean, you got Lizzie. She'd probably be better for you, you'd see her more than four times a year."
NOW I didn't know what to say.
"Oh, she's just a friend, Kelly. I-"
"That's okay, David. Listen, I like you. I think you like me. But for now, long distance relationships aren't for me. Okay? We're still friends and that's all that counts!"
WHOA. This conversation was going WAY too fast for me. Kelly was definitely the master of wrapping emotions up. Probably with a psychologically sound family as hers...if there is such a thing.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw our parents chatting amongst themselves and waiting for us.
I just nodded a bit. "Okay."
"Well....seeya!" She chirped, kissing me on the cheek so fast I almost missed it, then dashing off.
WAIT TILL I TELL GORDO NOW!
~~
I sat at Lizzie's computer and decided to help her out with her paper. I had nothing better to do and I forced myself not to peruse her diary again. I chose an individual for her and started typing away. This was cheating in a sense but in our predicament, the last thing either of us really wanted to focus on was HOMEWORK and what's ONE assignment? Really.
After completing two pages, having a late lunch with 'the family,' and going back to Lizzie's room to continue her paper, I looked over at the ancient book from the library. I narrowed my eyes on it. There was just something missing. I could feel it, but what?
I worked on the assignment for another couple hours and jumped as the phone rang. I had a feeling it was Lizzie.
~~
"Hello?"
"HEY! It's me!"
"Lizzie," Gordo whispered over the phone. "What happened today?!"
I took a deep breath and recounted EVERY DETAIL to which Gordo responded with a WHAT!?
"She likes me, she actually said that?"
"AND kissed you on the cheek. Really fast but it counts."
Gordo didn't say anything for a moment.
"And you said what?"
I repeated the whole ice cream shop (fiasco), and everything in before and after.
"I'm sorry! I screwed up as you again," I said, feeling bummed.
"NO! No, you didn't. You probably acted just like I would have," he responded, though the tone of his voice sounded less reassuring.
~~
Okay, so I was a TAD upset I missed today. Okay, a little more than a tad. BUT it sounded like Lizzie had it all under control...as me. I looked at the clock. It was actually almost dinnertime (at my own house).
"It's dinnertime," I said in a kind of bummed out tone.
"Oh, yeah...we grabbed something on the way home," Lizzie informed.
"Yeah...?"
"So, anything new? You think we'll switch back by tomorrow?"
"I don't know. I just think there is something we're missing, Lizzie," I responded, moving her bangs out of the way. "UGH. You need a haircut."
She gasped. "You better not get one!"
"I won't, I won't-"
"Besides, I'm not the one with hair that's taller than me," she said, and I could hear her smiling over the phone.
My mouth dropped at the insult, then creeped into a smile.
"But it's soft, and that's okay," she said, trying to lighten the remark.
Just then I thought back to her diary for some reason.
"Yeah...I try. Move over Ethan."
She laughed and then yawned. "Wow. I'm so tired. It's draining being you."
"It can be. Not as much as it is being you. I had to go to the mall with your mom, I did chores, your homework..."
~~
"You did my homework? Cool! And...wait, mall? What for?"
"Well, just because. But she bought me some new jeans."
"You mean, she bought ME some new jeans," I corrected, sitting on his bed. I missed out on shopping!? "What do they look like? Are they flare or straight leg? Are they hip huggers, lowrise, stretch, what? Do they have designs or are they faded?"
"Wait! I don't know!" I pulled them out of the bag. "They are...um, blue. With...um, some stripe patterns on the legs."
"OH! They sound cute. Express?"
"Express what? My excitement? Yeah I expressed excitement. I didn't want to be an ungrateful daughter."
I rolled my eyes. "No, Gordo. Are they Express jeans?"
"No. They're Old Navy."
"Well, they sound cute. Wear them Monday."
"Lizzie, I want to be out of your body by then."
"Ugh! I know! Gosh, Gordo, what are we going to do?" I whined.
"Ooo, ooo. No, no whining as me. My voice squeaks."
Slumping my shoulders, I replied, "This is ridiculous."
"Tell me about it. Listen, why don't you come over later."
I nodded, slipping Gordo's shirt off. "Sounds good. I-"
Just then, Gordo's dad knocked on the door. "David?"
"Um, come in!" I said to Mr. Gordon. "Hold on Gordo," I whispered.
Mr. Gordon popped his head in. "I could really use an extra hand here, son. I have some books and journals I need to sort through. Could you help with that?"
My mouth was slightly open and I blinked a couple of times.
"David?"
"Uh..."
"Are you okay?"
"Um, yeah, yeah! I just was about to go over Lizzie's-"
"Well, this shouldn't take too long."
"Um, okay."
He smiled and closed the door.
~~
"What was that?" I asked when Lizzie got back on the phone.
"Your dad wants me to sort through some books or diaries or something."
"JOURNALS," I stated, knowing what she meant. Then feeling a tad guilty I read hers earlier. "They're psychology ones. People submit their research and stuff to them."
"Oh."
"Just go help him and then come over. If it takes too long tell him you have to finish some homework."
"Okay..."
"Don't worry, Lizzie. He'll pretty much do all the work. He'll give you a list of titles and stuff and you have to look for them. Easy but tedious."
"Thanks. Okay...I guess I'll see you later then."
"Yeah. Good luck."
I shook my head as I hung up. Ouch. It's going to be tough for Lizzie. THAT is one thing I don't miss doing. Eh, it'll be okay. My mind drifted to certain journal type book I was reading earlier. Oh, Gordo...You shouldn't....But.... Temptation took over.
~~
Gordo was right. I had a LONG list of books and journals and volume numbers and issue numbers and a bunch of books I had to sort through to get them. It was pretty easy for the most part but a lot more work than one would think. They were all off the bookshelf and on the floor and desk.
"Uh, DAD, what happened to your bookshelf?"
"I'm re-alphabetizing it, David," he responded, placing a couple on the almost completely bare shelf.
I pouted as a looked at the top of the long list then at the millions of books in the room.
~~
I almost decided against it when I picked up her diary. All the entries I read this morning were girl fluff and deep down, I'm still a guy. I turned a random page and noticed my name immediately.
'Tues.
How can people be SO RUDE? Parker totally acted like she liked Gordo, who was supposed to come to the dance with me and Miranda, and so he asked her to the dance and she said NO. NO!? How dare she! He'd be the best date ever! And I asked her and she said it was because he was SHORT! You don't say NO because someone is short (and it's not like he was shorter than her, either! They are the same height). You say NO because you have another date or because your cat died... I felt SO BAD for Gordo. He even came to school with BOOTS on which weren't him at all and I felt horrible because he shouldn't have to prove himself to anyone, least of all some GIRL. Wow. Now I'm starting to sound like him when I talk about Ethan. I just don't know what to do to make Gordo understand he is perfect the way he is.'
I smiled. 'Perfect the way he is'?
'Besides, tall guys are great but Parker is missing the bigger picture, guys who are the same height as you have their advantages too. I mean, they're easier to dance with and I'm sure they're easier to kiss. : -P (But I'm not talking about Gordo...never kissed him). Just guys his height in general. Maybe I should ask Gordo to the dance with me...but I can't because that would leave Miranda out. I just want Gordo to feel better about himself! Besides, I know I would have fun. He's my best friend! No pressure to impress. He WOULD be the best date ever! Maybe I should.'
I raised my eyebrows. I had mixed feelings with this entry but it was intriguing. I didn't know that the whole Parker situation was such a big deal to her.
~~
"So, that Kelly," Mr. Gordon started, "She's quite a girl isn't she?"
I lifted my head and almost dropped the four books in my arm.
"Um, what?"
"Kelly. You seem to like her a lot."
"She's really nice, Dad. We're just friends."
"I know. I just think it's very nice you getting to know her. I've known her father since before college." I had a feeling this was something Gordo had heard before...many times.
"That's...cool, Dad." I put the books down and looked at another title.
"Yep. And I met your mother through a friend of his. She was quieter back then. But she was quite a lovely women." He turned back for a moment to say, "She still is of course. But, you know how first love is." Then he smiled. "Maybe you don't yet, but you will." He returned his attention to the bookshelf.
I smiled a little and leaned against the desk, interested. Love. Romance. Now this was something I could talk about. "Tell me how you met Mom."
He gave me a curious expression. "You want to hear it again?"
Oh, I guess Gordo is supposed to already know about it. Oops. "Um, yeah, sure."
He nodded. "It's a healthy inquiry, David. Well, it was a coffee house right after one of the longest days of my life..."
~~
I turned to a long entry.
'Saturday! THE DANCE!
Okay, so tonight was the dance. Ethan and PARKER ended up going together, so Me, Miranda, AND Gordo didn't get the dates we were originally hoping for. Before the dance Gordo came by to apologize. I don't think he should have to. He has insecurities too. He's just usually better at dealing with them. He asked me to go with him but I said I didn't go out with guys with...Blue eyes. : -P BUT I ended up going with my two amigos. At the dance, Parker actually apologized to Gordo and she didn't look like she even liked Ethan at the dance! HA! We could have easily swapped dates, Ethan for Gordo...but by then, I didn't want to be there with anyone else but Gordo (or Miranda). So, Gordo ended up dancing with Parker (a lot) and Miranda snuck in dances with Ethan. I just mostly watched at first because I really didn't feel up to dancing. It was like...I don't know how to explain it.
'I danced with all of them a little bit here and there, but when it came to the slow dances, Parker kept dancing with Gordo almost the whole time, and Miranda ended up dancing once with Ethan and then this other kid who kept asking her. I should be happy that I actually danced one time with Ethan (but he kept talking about SHOES or something, so it wasn't exactly a magical moment) and once with this guy I've seen around school. I danced a couple times with Gordo but that was because Parker was asked by someone else to dance-it's confusing sounding but it was just a dance/partner swap all night. What a mess. I can't explain it but I felt...unhappy when Gordo was dancing with Parker. I just...everyone got what they wanted, right? But I didn't...what did I want? I guess I kind of felt jealous and confused. I just kept wanting to dance with Gordo and wanted him to notice me! But it's not like he doesn't-we talk ALL THE TIME and hang out, but it was different. UGH. Mom is calling me. I can't get any privacy in this house. 3 Lizzie'
I sat back after that long entry. WHOA... This is the kind of stuff I was almost afraid to confront in her journal. My eyes bugged out, and I moved Lizzie's bangs away. She sounded like she felt something for me. Something other than just friends. Oh man. I felt a whirlwind of emotions. OKAY I was getting WAY too deep into this and reading more into it than I should. I need to put the diary down and walk away.
~~
I actually loved hearing about how Mr. and Mrs. Gordon met. It was so romantic and sweet...and made the time fly a lot faster. I sorted about 6 more books as I heard the rest of the story.
"AND THEN, we got married."
I looked up. "That's really..." Wait, what would Gordo say in this situation? "Great Dad. Thanks."
"Oh, David. You're doing a good job there."
I looked at the list. "Only 15 more to go!" Wow. That was quick. Wait...did I just say 'only' fifteen.
The phone rang in the room and Mr. Gordon answered it. It was someone he knew so he began to talk and I went back to being bored and sorted through the books. I wondered what Gordo was doing as me. AS ME! My best friend was stuck in my body! I can't even dress the girl's locker room and my best friend (A GUY) is in my body. Just then, I put the books down, stood up, and took a pen, writing 'Sorry Dad. I have a headache' and leaving it on his desk as he talked on the phone. I just walked out of the room and went to Gordo's bedroom.
A/N: These chapters haven't been my wildest but I think you will be humored by what's to come next.
Finally me and Mrs. McGuire made it back home, out of that Consumerist Jungle.
Just as I was thinking of reading just a tad more of Lizzie's diary, I rethought this. I really wasn't being a good friend by doing that. Mrs. McGuire came in after I put the jeans in Lizzie's room and called me down to do some chores before lunch.
Matt was out with Silent Creepy Boy and "Dad" was painting a lawn gnome. And I was stuck doing chores after a mall excursion. I helped do the dishes and then took out the garbage, after which I asked if I could do 'my paper' upstairs. As I walked to Lizzie's bedroom, I wondered what could be happening with her and Kelly.
Kelly. She was really nice and kind of cute and I wondered if she liked me, because she seemed like she did. Not many girls do, so the few that like me stand out. I wonder what Lizzie would think if she found that out. She would probably encourage me to do something about it. I smiled. Yeah, she probably would do just that.
~~
As we walked back into the speaker, just catching the last 10 minutes, Kelly sat quiet and I didn't dare look her way. I felt like something was unsettled with us-her and Gordo (DAVID, rather). The weird vibe, now I know what it was. It was her acting kind of flirty. EW. Is that what Ethan senses when I...wait, does Ethan sense anything but his hair? Nevermind. Moving onto a new thought.
After the lecture, we all met up outside and Gordo's parents were invited to go to dinner with the Franklins, but they declined because Mr. Gordon had some thing he needed to attend to that evening. (THANK GOODNESS!)
I smiled at Kelly. I really DIDN'T do Gordo any justice being him today.
"Hey, I'll email ya okay?" What was I saying?! Emailing her would require telling Gordo I screwed up as him.
"Thanks! I'll tell you what happens with the cast list," Kelly replied, walking away with her parents.
"Kelly," I called after her. She turned around. I jogged a little ways up to her. "Listen, I'm sorry if I acted kind of weird in the ice cream place. You really are a great person. I got like...NO SLEEP last night so...I didn't really know what to say."
She shrugged and looked down, a small smile played on her lips. "It's okay. I know what you meant by the question. I don't know what I was saying either. It's weird." She laughed, a little embarrassed. "I mean, you got Lizzie. She'd probably be better for you, you'd see her more than four times a year."
NOW I didn't know what to say.
"Oh, she's just a friend, Kelly. I-"
"That's okay, David. Listen, I like you. I think you like me. But for now, long distance relationships aren't for me. Okay? We're still friends and that's all that counts!"
WHOA. This conversation was going WAY too fast for me. Kelly was definitely the master of wrapping emotions up. Probably with a psychologically sound family as hers...if there is such a thing.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw our parents chatting amongst themselves and waiting for us.
I just nodded a bit. "Okay."
"Well....seeya!" She chirped, kissing me on the cheek so fast I almost missed it, then dashing off.
WAIT TILL I TELL GORDO NOW!
~~
I sat at Lizzie's computer and decided to help her out with her paper. I had nothing better to do and I forced myself not to peruse her diary again. I chose an individual for her and started typing away. This was cheating in a sense but in our predicament, the last thing either of us really wanted to focus on was HOMEWORK and what's ONE assignment? Really.
After completing two pages, having a late lunch with 'the family,' and going back to Lizzie's room to continue her paper, I looked over at the ancient book from the library. I narrowed my eyes on it. There was just something missing. I could feel it, but what?
I worked on the assignment for another couple hours and jumped as the phone rang. I had a feeling it was Lizzie.
~~
"Hello?"
"HEY! It's me!"
"Lizzie," Gordo whispered over the phone. "What happened today?!"
I took a deep breath and recounted EVERY DETAIL to which Gordo responded with a WHAT!?
"She likes me, she actually said that?"
"AND kissed you on the cheek. Really fast but it counts."
Gordo didn't say anything for a moment.
"And you said what?"
I repeated the whole ice cream shop (fiasco), and everything in before and after.
"I'm sorry! I screwed up as you again," I said, feeling bummed.
"NO! No, you didn't. You probably acted just like I would have," he responded, though the tone of his voice sounded less reassuring.
~~
Okay, so I was a TAD upset I missed today. Okay, a little more than a tad. BUT it sounded like Lizzie had it all under control...as me. I looked at the clock. It was actually almost dinnertime (at my own house).
"It's dinnertime," I said in a kind of bummed out tone.
"Oh, yeah...we grabbed something on the way home," Lizzie informed.
"Yeah...?"
"So, anything new? You think we'll switch back by tomorrow?"
"I don't know. I just think there is something we're missing, Lizzie," I responded, moving her bangs out of the way. "UGH. You need a haircut."
She gasped. "You better not get one!"
"I won't, I won't-"
"Besides, I'm not the one with hair that's taller than me," she said, and I could hear her smiling over the phone.
My mouth dropped at the insult, then creeped into a smile.
"But it's soft, and that's okay," she said, trying to lighten the remark.
Just then I thought back to her diary for some reason.
"Yeah...I try. Move over Ethan."
She laughed and then yawned. "Wow. I'm so tired. It's draining being you."
"It can be. Not as much as it is being you. I had to go to the mall with your mom, I did chores, your homework..."
~~
"You did my homework? Cool! And...wait, mall? What for?"
"Well, just because. But she bought me some new jeans."
"You mean, she bought ME some new jeans," I corrected, sitting on his bed. I missed out on shopping!? "What do they look like? Are they flare or straight leg? Are they hip huggers, lowrise, stretch, what? Do they have designs or are they faded?"
"Wait! I don't know!" I pulled them out of the bag. "They are...um, blue. With...um, some stripe patterns on the legs."
"OH! They sound cute. Express?"
"Express what? My excitement? Yeah I expressed excitement. I didn't want to be an ungrateful daughter."
I rolled my eyes. "No, Gordo. Are they Express jeans?"
"No. They're Old Navy."
"Well, they sound cute. Wear them Monday."
"Lizzie, I want to be out of your body by then."
"Ugh! I know! Gosh, Gordo, what are we going to do?" I whined.
"Ooo, ooo. No, no whining as me. My voice squeaks."
Slumping my shoulders, I replied, "This is ridiculous."
"Tell me about it. Listen, why don't you come over later."
I nodded, slipping Gordo's shirt off. "Sounds good. I-"
Just then, Gordo's dad knocked on the door. "David?"
"Um, come in!" I said to Mr. Gordon. "Hold on Gordo," I whispered.
Mr. Gordon popped his head in. "I could really use an extra hand here, son. I have some books and journals I need to sort through. Could you help with that?"
My mouth was slightly open and I blinked a couple of times.
"David?"
"Uh..."
"Are you okay?"
"Um, yeah, yeah! I just was about to go over Lizzie's-"
"Well, this shouldn't take too long."
"Um, okay."
He smiled and closed the door.
~~
"What was that?" I asked when Lizzie got back on the phone.
"Your dad wants me to sort through some books or diaries or something."
"JOURNALS," I stated, knowing what she meant. Then feeling a tad guilty I read hers earlier. "They're psychology ones. People submit their research and stuff to them."
"Oh."
"Just go help him and then come over. If it takes too long tell him you have to finish some homework."
"Okay..."
"Don't worry, Lizzie. He'll pretty much do all the work. He'll give you a list of titles and stuff and you have to look for them. Easy but tedious."
"Thanks. Okay...I guess I'll see you later then."
"Yeah. Good luck."
I shook my head as I hung up. Ouch. It's going to be tough for Lizzie. THAT is one thing I don't miss doing. Eh, it'll be okay. My mind drifted to certain journal type book I was reading earlier. Oh, Gordo...You shouldn't....But.... Temptation took over.
~~
Gordo was right. I had a LONG list of books and journals and volume numbers and issue numbers and a bunch of books I had to sort through to get them. It was pretty easy for the most part but a lot more work than one would think. They were all off the bookshelf and on the floor and desk.
"Uh, DAD, what happened to your bookshelf?"
"I'm re-alphabetizing it, David," he responded, placing a couple on the almost completely bare shelf.
I pouted as a looked at the top of the long list then at the millions of books in the room.
~~
I almost decided against it when I picked up her diary. All the entries I read this morning were girl fluff and deep down, I'm still a guy. I turned a random page and noticed my name immediately.
'Tues.
How can people be SO RUDE? Parker totally acted like she liked Gordo, who was supposed to come to the dance with me and Miranda, and so he asked her to the dance and she said NO. NO!? How dare she! He'd be the best date ever! And I asked her and she said it was because he was SHORT! You don't say NO because someone is short (and it's not like he was shorter than her, either! They are the same height). You say NO because you have another date or because your cat died... I felt SO BAD for Gordo. He even came to school with BOOTS on which weren't him at all and I felt horrible because he shouldn't have to prove himself to anyone, least of all some GIRL. Wow. Now I'm starting to sound like him when I talk about Ethan. I just don't know what to do to make Gordo understand he is perfect the way he is.'
I smiled. 'Perfect the way he is'?
'Besides, tall guys are great but Parker is missing the bigger picture, guys who are the same height as you have their advantages too. I mean, they're easier to dance with and I'm sure they're easier to kiss. : -P (But I'm not talking about Gordo...never kissed him). Just guys his height in general. Maybe I should ask Gordo to the dance with me...but I can't because that would leave Miranda out. I just want Gordo to feel better about himself! Besides, I know I would have fun. He's my best friend! No pressure to impress. He WOULD be the best date ever! Maybe I should.'
I raised my eyebrows. I had mixed feelings with this entry but it was intriguing. I didn't know that the whole Parker situation was such a big deal to her.
~~
"So, that Kelly," Mr. Gordon started, "She's quite a girl isn't she?"
I lifted my head and almost dropped the four books in my arm.
"Um, what?"
"Kelly. You seem to like her a lot."
"She's really nice, Dad. We're just friends."
"I know. I just think it's very nice you getting to know her. I've known her father since before college." I had a feeling this was something Gordo had heard before...many times.
"That's...cool, Dad." I put the books down and looked at another title.
"Yep. And I met your mother through a friend of his. She was quieter back then. But she was quite a lovely women." He turned back for a moment to say, "She still is of course. But, you know how first love is." Then he smiled. "Maybe you don't yet, but you will." He returned his attention to the bookshelf.
I smiled a little and leaned against the desk, interested. Love. Romance. Now this was something I could talk about. "Tell me how you met Mom."
He gave me a curious expression. "You want to hear it again?"
Oh, I guess Gordo is supposed to already know about it. Oops. "Um, yeah, sure."
He nodded. "It's a healthy inquiry, David. Well, it was a coffee house right after one of the longest days of my life..."
~~
I turned to a long entry.
'Saturday! THE DANCE!
Okay, so tonight was the dance. Ethan and PARKER ended up going together, so Me, Miranda, AND Gordo didn't get the dates we were originally hoping for. Before the dance Gordo came by to apologize. I don't think he should have to. He has insecurities too. He's just usually better at dealing with them. He asked me to go with him but I said I didn't go out with guys with...Blue eyes. : -P BUT I ended up going with my two amigos. At the dance, Parker actually apologized to Gordo and she didn't look like she even liked Ethan at the dance! HA! We could have easily swapped dates, Ethan for Gordo...but by then, I didn't want to be there with anyone else but Gordo (or Miranda). So, Gordo ended up dancing with Parker (a lot) and Miranda snuck in dances with Ethan. I just mostly watched at first because I really didn't feel up to dancing. It was like...I don't know how to explain it.
'I danced with all of them a little bit here and there, but when it came to the slow dances, Parker kept dancing with Gordo almost the whole time, and Miranda ended up dancing once with Ethan and then this other kid who kept asking her. I should be happy that I actually danced one time with Ethan (but he kept talking about SHOES or something, so it wasn't exactly a magical moment) and once with this guy I've seen around school. I danced a couple times with Gordo but that was because Parker was asked by someone else to dance-it's confusing sounding but it was just a dance/partner swap all night. What a mess. I can't explain it but I felt...unhappy when Gordo was dancing with Parker. I just...everyone got what they wanted, right? But I didn't...what did I want? I guess I kind of felt jealous and confused. I just kept wanting to dance with Gordo and wanted him to notice me! But it's not like he doesn't-we talk ALL THE TIME and hang out, but it was different. UGH. Mom is calling me. I can't get any privacy in this house. 3 Lizzie'
I sat back after that long entry. WHOA... This is the kind of stuff I was almost afraid to confront in her journal. My eyes bugged out, and I moved Lizzie's bangs away. She sounded like she felt something for me. Something other than just friends. Oh man. I felt a whirlwind of emotions. OKAY I was getting WAY too deep into this and reading more into it than I should. I need to put the diary down and walk away.
~~
I actually loved hearing about how Mr. and Mrs. Gordon met. It was so romantic and sweet...and made the time fly a lot faster. I sorted about 6 more books as I heard the rest of the story.
"AND THEN, we got married."
I looked up. "That's really..." Wait, what would Gordo say in this situation? "Great Dad. Thanks."
"Oh, David. You're doing a good job there."
I looked at the list. "Only 15 more to go!" Wow. That was quick. Wait...did I just say 'only' fifteen.
The phone rang in the room and Mr. Gordon answered it. It was someone he knew so he began to talk and I went back to being bored and sorted through the books. I wondered what Gordo was doing as me. AS ME! My best friend was stuck in my body! I can't even dress the girl's locker room and my best friend (A GUY) is in my body. Just then, I put the books down, stood up, and took a pen, writing 'Sorry Dad. I have a headache' and leaving it on his desk as he talked on the phone. I just walked out of the room and went to Gordo's bedroom.