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A/N: Hello, people! I'm back to writing another chapter. To those who think I'm rushing, no need to worry now. I'm trying to be as careful as I can with my work now. Thanks to Black Knight and JP5638 again, but I do hope to hear from more of you, my dear readers! R/R!
Chapter 6 - Into the Night
Gordo was walking back and forth by his front door, still nervous about tonight's sleepover.
'The guys will be coming over here any minute now... am I ready to do this? Ugh... how I hate myself! Why do I have to worry so much? It's just Miranda and... Lizzie... it's supposed to be no big deal, right? I mean, we've been doing this for, what, say just the rest of our lives... it's supposed to be just like any other visit, right? Oooh... darn puberty! Why does it have to be like this? Just when I'm still trying to figure out who I am supposed to be, my hormones step in to make things even more complicated! Even my hands are.' All of a sudden, the doorbell cut his thoughts short.
"Gordo! I'm here! Miranda said she would be a few minutes late." 'Here comes Lizzie... what to do... what to do!'
"Gordo? Are you there? I'll try the back door..." Before Lizzie got to step away, the door opened...
"I'm here. Welcome. I was simply trying to arrange my stuff. I hope you try to be nice to me; this is my very first time I've ever invited you to come over while I'm all alone in here. It feels so different..."
"Okay Gordo. Can I come in now?"
"Oh, sorry about that. Come in, come in." Lizzie walked over to the living room.
"Wow! It's basically the same as I remember it..."
"I guess I should have decided to help rearrange the furniture for a change."
"You don't need to worry about that; I feel at home now that I see all's familiar... by the way, what's with your parents? It's not like them to leave without hiring a babysitter around to check up on you."
"Come on, Lizzie, be nice. I'm practically a man now. There's no need for that kind of stuff..."
"Just kidding Gordo... So..." A very long and awkward pause...
"So... how are things over at the McGuires?" 'Ugh. Can I say anything dorkier than that? Duh! Matt is most likely causing trouble somewhere, and Mr. and Mrs. McGuire are probably trying to fix the mess he made.'
"Uhm... nothing special. I don't know, Matt's getting weird lately. He's actually being... ugh... NICE to me."
'Matt? Nice? Those two words don't even go together in the same sentence!' "Really? What's up with him?"
"I don't know that much, but all I know is that lately, he's been hanging around a LOT with Melina. Could you believe that? It's like... she's making him... nice. Weird, huh?"
"If you only knew..." Gordo muttered to himself.
"What was that Gordo?"
"Oh, nothing. I said weird too." 'I can't believe what I just did! "If you only knew..." What's next? "You're beautiful, Lizzie"? What? Why am I even thinking this? Is Lizzie something more than just my best friend? Are we supposed to be more? Are we destined to be... I can't even think it... What's happening? This is too freaky...'
"Gordo... Gordo! I'm losing you again!"
"Huh? What? Losing me?" 'What's that supposed to mean?'
"Miranda's already here! She's practically been greeting you for half a minute already!"
"Uhm, Lizzie, Gordo, did I miss anything?"
"What? Oh, nothing really... nothing... come in, take a seat... why don't I go to the kitchen and get you something to drink?"
"I know Gordo, I'll go with you. I'll let Miranda rest for a while."
"NO! I mean, no! I don't want to be trouble you guys. After all, you are my guests..."
"Oh, okay, if you say so..." Gordo rushed into the kitchen before they began to suspect anything.
'Now that was close. Whoa! That has got to be the most awkward and embarrassing moment in my entire life. But wait, Matt being nice because of Melina, "losing me"? What are those supposed to mean? I need to take a break. Oh, I guess I should get the girls some soda before they suspect anything more.'
Gordo walked back into the living room. He noticed that Miranda was whispering something over to Lizzie. 'Do they know? Wait, what DO they know? What could they have figured out?'
"Gordo, why don't you sit down here with us on this couch? You've practically been standing there for like... forever!"
"Uhm... why don't I just sit here on this recliner... oh, and here're your drinks..." Another awkward pause.
"Gordo, now you're scaring the heck out of us... what's gotten into you? What's wrong? Anything having to do with what happened way back to the first day of classes?"
"I don't know..." Now Lizzie and Miranda were curious. However, before they could even throw questions at him, he stood up.
"Anyway, we're here for the documentary, right? Why don't you go upstairs to my room and play some cd's in our library? If you're hungry, there's some drinks in the microwave. I gotta go and get our dinner ready..."
As funny as it sounded, Miranda and Lizzie were both confused and bewildered.
"Did you just catch what Gordo said a while ago?"
"Yeah Lizzie. I mean, go up to his room and listen to music in their library..."
"...and then having drinks in the microwave? Is it me or is Gordo getting weirder by the day?"
"It's not just you, Lizzie. Are you sure you told me about everything that happened before I got here?"
"Positive. We were just talking about Matt and he just wandered off to his thoughts... Miranda, why don't you stay here and get things ready for our documentary? I'll go to the kitchen and try to talk to him."
"Oh no Lizzie, you aren't going to talk to him, at least not all by yourself tonight. You stay put here and I'll go talk to him."
"Why?"
"Just trust me on this one, okay?" "Alright."
As soon as Miranda was gone, Lizzie got down to think...
'Trust her on this one? Does she know something that I don't? And what does she mean by "at least not all by yourself"? This is turning out to be such an odd day. I can't figure out Gordo, Miranda knows something I don't, and I get be stuck here, unaware of God-knows-what. Is it me or is everyone just trying to confuse me? Ugh, I hate this!'
While Lizzie was left to her musings, Miranda slowly approached Gordo in the kitchen, trying to build a strategy to get him to talk. Surely Gordo knew more than what Lizzie does...
"Uh, Gordo... do you need some help with anything around here?"
"Oh no, Miranda. Everything's fine from this end."
"Well... I believe you DO need some help, but I won't be able to do that if I don't know what the situation is. Care to tell me?"
"Huh? Tell you what?"
"Come on. I've had my share of boy talk; I'm sure that I will be able to help you one way or another..."
"Well, I don't know if I should tell you... I mean, you're a girl and, well, I just don't feel comfortable about telling you."
"Gordo, I'm your friend, your best friend. Besides, whom are you going to tell? Matt? Mr. McGuire? Your dad? Larry? Ethan? Mr. Dig? Come on!"
"Well, since you put it that way... I've been thinking a bit lately..."
"A bit? Try a lot," Miranda butted in, but as Gordo smirked, she dropped it. "Sorry about that. Continue, please do..."
"I am so confused as to who I am lately. Sure I'm David Zephyr Gordon, but there is this big void, and as to what this void is I'm not sure."
"Okay..." Miranda said as she was a bit confused at how philosophical he was getting.
"This may be way freaky but... I feel that I've been getting lonelier and lonelier each day. Don't worry, it's not about you guys. But I've like had this craving for something or someone or somewhere that I have no idea whatsoever. Crazy, huh?"
"You could say that... so, what are you going to do?"
"I don't know, but I'm going to find out no matter what it takes. But Miranda, please promise me one thing."
"Sure. Shoot."
"Just don't tell Lizzie. I'm very sure that if she gets even a hint of what I'm experiencing right now, she'll come and try to stick around all the time to help me. Not that I don't want her or you to stick around, it's just that I want some time off to think, alright?"
"Okay, but, how are we supposed to eat dinner and make the documentary now?"
"Oh. Sorry. I guess that I've gotten so into my problem that I forgot. Thanks. I feel like a big burden has been lifted off my shoulders."
"Thanks to you, too, for trusting me, even if I'm not a boy. So, need a hand with the casserole?"
"Hah! Are you sure about that?" Gordo and Miranda shared a laugh or two, but soon enough Lizzie stepped into the kitchen to try and help out. She signed Miranda about how were things going, and Miranda signed back a 'two- thumbs up'.
"Well, now that we're all here, why don't we all get things set for dinner? I'm sooo hungry. Might as well eat that; it's bad to waste such good food." Gordo gave out a brief giggle.
Finally, things were all set! Gordo shared a bit of the casserole, but most of it went to Lizzie and Miranda who looked like they haven't eaten for a long while. After dinner, Gordo sent the girls up to his room, assuring them that he would join them after a short while.
Up in his room, the girls were 'exploring and tinkering' Gordo's stuff. Lizzie was about to go into his dresser and as well as his underwear when Gordo hurriedly stopped her.
"I think that you should leave some things unexplored, Lizzie. You may not like what you see."
"Are those what I think they are," Lizzie semi-disgustedly asked. Gordo nodded.
"Oooookaaaay. So, shall we start?"
"As soon as you sit right there on my bed, I can show you what I have in mind..."
The discussion went fairly well; the details were 'fully understood', Miranda played with Gordo's hacky sack, and Lizzie was playing around on Gordo's bed. Yup, it went very well.
Time passed by quite quickly, and soon, they found themselves tired and craving for some sleep. Before they knew it, Gordo had tucked in Miranda and Lizzie in his parent's bed. Gordo was surprised at how fast they went to sleep. Before he left however, he began to stare at Lizzie's forehead, and later on, he found himself kissing Lizzie's forehead. Then he left.
Lying on his bed, he began to think.
'Huh? What just happened? What's with me kissing Lizzie's forehead? Aw, man, again with this thinking. Why did it? And why Lizzie? What's this supposed to mean? Oh, I'm too tired to even think... I guess I should worry about...' Gordo had wandered off to sleep.
A/N: Gordo's gone to sleep again? So much action for such a night... I just love it! What will happen next? What will Gordo discover? Find out soon! Review please!
Is this much better? I hope it is. Stick around for more. And don't forget to R/R!
A/N: Hello, people! I'm back to writing another chapter. To those who think I'm rushing, no need to worry now. I'm trying to be as careful as I can with my work now. Thanks to Black Knight and JP5638 again, but I do hope to hear from more of you, my dear readers! R/R!
Chapter 6 - Into the Night
Gordo was walking back and forth by his front door, still nervous about tonight's sleepover.
'The guys will be coming over here any minute now... am I ready to do this? Ugh... how I hate myself! Why do I have to worry so much? It's just Miranda and... Lizzie... it's supposed to be no big deal, right? I mean, we've been doing this for, what, say just the rest of our lives... it's supposed to be just like any other visit, right? Oooh... darn puberty! Why does it have to be like this? Just when I'm still trying to figure out who I am supposed to be, my hormones step in to make things even more complicated! Even my hands are.' All of a sudden, the doorbell cut his thoughts short.
"Gordo! I'm here! Miranda said she would be a few minutes late." 'Here comes Lizzie... what to do... what to do!'
"Gordo? Are you there? I'll try the back door..." Before Lizzie got to step away, the door opened...
"I'm here. Welcome. I was simply trying to arrange my stuff. I hope you try to be nice to me; this is my very first time I've ever invited you to come over while I'm all alone in here. It feels so different..."
"Okay Gordo. Can I come in now?"
"Oh, sorry about that. Come in, come in." Lizzie walked over to the living room.
"Wow! It's basically the same as I remember it..."
"I guess I should have decided to help rearrange the furniture for a change."
"You don't need to worry about that; I feel at home now that I see all's familiar... by the way, what's with your parents? It's not like them to leave without hiring a babysitter around to check up on you."
"Come on, Lizzie, be nice. I'm practically a man now. There's no need for that kind of stuff..."
"Just kidding Gordo... So..." A very long and awkward pause...
"So... how are things over at the McGuires?" 'Ugh. Can I say anything dorkier than that? Duh! Matt is most likely causing trouble somewhere, and Mr. and Mrs. McGuire are probably trying to fix the mess he made.'
"Uhm... nothing special. I don't know, Matt's getting weird lately. He's actually being... ugh... NICE to me."
'Matt? Nice? Those two words don't even go together in the same sentence!' "Really? What's up with him?"
"I don't know that much, but all I know is that lately, he's been hanging around a LOT with Melina. Could you believe that? It's like... she's making him... nice. Weird, huh?"
"If you only knew..." Gordo muttered to himself.
"What was that Gordo?"
"Oh, nothing. I said weird too." 'I can't believe what I just did! "If you only knew..." What's next? "You're beautiful, Lizzie"? What? Why am I even thinking this? Is Lizzie something more than just my best friend? Are we supposed to be more? Are we destined to be... I can't even think it... What's happening? This is too freaky...'
"Gordo... Gordo! I'm losing you again!"
"Huh? What? Losing me?" 'What's that supposed to mean?'
"Miranda's already here! She's practically been greeting you for half a minute already!"
"Uhm, Lizzie, Gordo, did I miss anything?"
"What? Oh, nothing really... nothing... come in, take a seat... why don't I go to the kitchen and get you something to drink?"
"I know Gordo, I'll go with you. I'll let Miranda rest for a while."
"NO! I mean, no! I don't want to be trouble you guys. After all, you are my guests..."
"Oh, okay, if you say so..." Gordo rushed into the kitchen before they began to suspect anything.
'Now that was close. Whoa! That has got to be the most awkward and embarrassing moment in my entire life. But wait, Matt being nice because of Melina, "losing me"? What are those supposed to mean? I need to take a break. Oh, I guess I should get the girls some soda before they suspect anything more.'
Gordo walked back into the living room. He noticed that Miranda was whispering something over to Lizzie. 'Do they know? Wait, what DO they know? What could they have figured out?'
"Gordo, why don't you sit down here with us on this couch? You've practically been standing there for like... forever!"
"Uhm... why don't I just sit here on this recliner... oh, and here're your drinks..." Another awkward pause.
"Gordo, now you're scaring the heck out of us... what's gotten into you? What's wrong? Anything having to do with what happened way back to the first day of classes?"
"I don't know..." Now Lizzie and Miranda were curious. However, before they could even throw questions at him, he stood up.
"Anyway, we're here for the documentary, right? Why don't you go upstairs to my room and play some cd's in our library? If you're hungry, there's some drinks in the microwave. I gotta go and get our dinner ready..."
As funny as it sounded, Miranda and Lizzie were both confused and bewildered.
"Did you just catch what Gordo said a while ago?"
"Yeah Lizzie. I mean, go up to his room and listen to music in their library..."
"...and then having drinks in the microwave? Is it me or is Gordo getting weirder by the day?"
"It's not just you, Lizzie. Are you sure you told me about everything that happened before I got here?"
"Positive. We were just talking about Matt and he just wandered off to his thoughts... Miranda, why don't you stay here and get things ready for our documentary? I'll go to the kitchen and try to talk to him."
"Oh no Lizzie, you aren't going to talk to him, at least not all by yourself tonight. You stay put here and I'll go talk to him."
"Why?"
"Just trust me on this one, okay?" "Alright."
As soon as Miranda was gone, Lizzie got down to think...
'Trust her on this one? Does she know something that I don't? And what does she mean by "at least not all by yourself"? This is turning out to be such an odd day. I can't figure out Gordo, Miranda knows something I don't, and I get be stuck here, unaware of God-knows-what. Is it me or is everyone just trying to confuse me? Ugh, I hate this!'
While Lizzie was left to her musings, Miranda slowly approached Gordo in the kitchen, trying to build a strategy to get him to talk. Surely Gordo knew more than what Lizzie does...
"Uh, Gordo... do you need some help with anything around here?"
"Oh no, Miranda. Everything's fine from this end."
"Well... I believe you DO need some help, but I won't be able to do that if I don't know what the situation is. Care to tell me?"
"Huh? Tell you what?"
"Come on. I've had my share of boy talk; I'm sure that I will be able to help you one way or another..."
"Well, I don't know if I should tell you... I mean, you're a girl and, well, I just don't feel comfortable about telling you."
"Gordo, I'm your friend, your best friend. Besides, whom are you going to tell? Matt? Mr. McGuire? Your dad? Larry? Ethan? Mr. Dig? Come on!"
"Well, since you put it that way... I've been thinking a bit lately..."
"A bit? Try a lot," Miranda butted in, but as Gordo smirked, she dropped it. "Sorry about that. Continue, please do..."
"I am so confused as to who I am lately. Sure I'm David Zephyr Gordon, but there is this big void, and as to what this void is I'm not sure."
"Okay..." Miranda said as she was a bit confused at how philosophical he was getting.
"This may be way freaky but... I feel that I've been getting lonelier and lonelier each day. Don't worry, it's not about you guys. But I've like had this craving for something or someone or somewhere that I have no idea whatsoever. Crazy, huh?"
"You could say that... so, what are you going to do?"
"I don't know, but I'm going to find out no matter what it takes. But Miranda, please promise me one thing."
"Sure. Shoot."
"Just don't tell Lizzie. I'm very sure that if she gets even a hint of what I'm experiencing right now, she'll come and try to stick around all the time to help me. Not that I don't want her or you to stick around, it's just that I want some time off to think, alright?"
"Okay, but, how are we supposed to eat dinner and make the documentary now?"
"Oh. Sorry. I guess that I've gotten so into my problem that I forgot. Thanks. I feel like a big burden has been lifted off my shoulders."
"Thanks to you, too, for trusting me, even if I'm not a boy. So, need a hand with the casserole?"
"Hah! Are you sure about that?" Gordo and Miranda shared a laugh or two, but soon enough Lizzie stepped into the kitchen to try and help out. She signed Miranda about how were things going, and Miranda signed back a 'two- thumbs up'.
"Well, now that we're all here, why don't we all get things set for dinner? I'm sooo hungry. Might as well eat that; it's bad to waste such good food." Gordo gave out a brief giggle.
Finally, things were all set! Gordo shared a bit of the casserole, but most of it went to Lizzie and Miranda who looked like they haven't eaten for a long while. After dinner, Gordo sent the girls up to his room, assuring them that he would join them after a short while.
Up in his room, the girls were 'exploring and tinkering' Gordo's stuff. Lizzie was about to go into his dresser and as well as his underwear when Gordo hurriedly stopped her.
"I think that you should leave some things unexplored, Lizzie. You may not like what you see."
"Are those what I think they are," Lizzie semi-disgustedly asked. Gordo nodded.
"Oooookaaaay. So, shall we start?"
"As soon as you sit right there on my bed, I can show you what I have in mind..."
The discussion went fairly well; the details were 'fully understood', Miranda played with Gordo's hacky sack, and Lizzie was playing around on Gordo's bed. Yup, it went very well.
Time passed by quite quickly, and soon, they found themselves tired and craving for some sleep. Before they knew it, Gordo had tucked in Miranda and Lizzie in his parent's bed. Gordo was surprised at how fast they went to sleep. Before he left however, he began to stare at Lizzie's forehead, and later on, he found himself kissing Lizzie's forehead. Then he left.
Lying on his bed, he began to think.
'Huh? What just happened? What's with me kissing Lizzie's forehead? Aw, man, again with this thinking. Why did it? And why Lizzie? What's this supposed to mean? Oh, I'm too tired to even think... I guess I should worry about...' Gordo had wandered off to sleep.
A/N: Gordo's gone to sleep again? So much action for such a night... I just love it! What will happen next? What will Gordo discover? Find out soon! Review please!
Is this much better? I hope it is. Stick around for more. And don't forget to R/R!