Disclaimer: Ditto.
A/N: Alright folks, I know I ought to say a few words before I resume my writings.
I am SO sorry for not being able to update since July 17(if my memory serves me right)... there were many times I remembered to update this fan fiction, but it was either I didn't get the time to do so or I did not feel like doing so. As for the latter case, I sure hope you all understand that I don't want to do something... raw. I want to get the perfect words for the scenes so that you could "feel" through them...
Anyhow, I am going to be so sorry for not being able to update so often again after about September 9th, mainly because this is my semestral break... which only goes for a few days. But don't worry, not being able to update often does NOT mean having a very poorly written output... I assure you.
So, without further ado, here's the next chapter to my story...
Chapter 15 - Getting There
The following few days proved to be a nerve-breaking experience for the Gordons... their son still hadn't come home since that day they broke the news to him. Guilt and bitterness overcame them then and again, but they told themselves they have already gone too far to turn back now.
The same could be said for the Sanchezes and the McGuires. In ways more than anyone could have thought of, they all treated David as their own child... like family. Miranda wasn't taking the news all too well, always calling up Lizzie for the latest news about their missing best friend. Lizzie, on the other hand, was indifferent to all these... or, at least, that's what she's pretending to be...
At school, the news of the genius-gone-missing-in-action spread like wildfire. Sure he was not THAT popular, but when things get serious with Ethan, everyone was almost expected to feel the same way.
Where could David Gordon be? Only God can tell...
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It was dark now. Gordo was wandering aimlessly as usual. He felt... cold... indifferent. He could no longer think of anything or anyone close to... not his schoolmates, not his parents, not even his best friends.
Gordo spent all his hours walking and thinking, barely sleeping. He tried to avoid everyone, so he either wandered off into the inconspicuous alleyways during the day and into the dark backstreets during the night. Who could blame him? Who could take such crushing blows all in a single day? Not even the pyramids could withstand such pressure...
And then, like a mirage appearing in the middle of the desert, a realization popped up into Gordo's head: he needed to tell his two best friends that he would be leaving soon, and that he would not come back until after a long time. Even if Lizzie were still mad at him, she had the right to know... best friends don't hide things from each other...
'Right, Gordo, BEST FRIENDS... It's not like you aren't hiding your true feelings for Lizzie... or from Miranda. Just face it; no matter how much you try, you'll end up looking like the poor loser who always wusses out. It's either you end up looking like an idiot or lying to your best friends... and to yourself. Why can't you be more sincere, like a TRUE best friend is? If you are a real man like what your father said about you, why don't you at least tell her how you feel before you leave? There's still...'
"...the DANCE!"
At that point, Gordo snapped back to reality. The idea of the upcoming Halloween event just crossed his mind. He was so deep into his musings that he had totally forgotten about it!
"I know! I'll tell Lizzie and Miranda about everything then... I must get back home and prepare!"
And with firm resolution, Gordo sped off and headed for home.
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A moderately loud thud sounded through the entrance of the Gordon residence. And, like poor plants happy to see the sun again, Mr. and Mrs. Gordon's faces lit up. It was as if Christ came and commanded the evil spirit of sadness away. Almost as if they knew who it was, they all rushed to the door to hug... their son.
"David," Mrs. Gordon asked with tears of joy flowing from her cheerless eyes...
"You've finally come home son," Mr. Gordon had wholeheartedly greeted his son.
"Where have you been? Are you alright? Are you hungry?" These and considerably a hundred more questions were thrown at Gordo.
"Mom, dad," the little man replied, "I don't have much time right now, so I hope you'd understand if I don't explain myself, at least, not yet. The Halloween Dance is tomorrow, and I plan to go there... to at least... say bid my best friends goodbye... before... we leave..."
"Of course, of course, anything you say dear. Why don't I call the Sanche-"
"Mom, please don't tell them or the McGuires anything, not even about me being here... please, I need your full cooperation on this..."
"Okay son, if you say so... just remember that we're both behind you all the way."
"Thanks mom... thanks dad... I love you."
"We love you too... no matter what happens..."
And with that, Gordo zoomed off up to his room, to be ready and put his plans into action...
A/N: What's our Gordo up to this time? Can he make things right... or at least, less heartbreaking? What does he plan to do? Whatever it is, I hope you stick with me and find out!
I know, I know, this chapter is quite short, and that my story is getting more and more dramatic by the chapter... and I did not even plan to write a drama. I'm sure my English teachers would be surprised about this. Anyway, I hope that you all R/R, whatever you would like to say... you know what they say about us writers...
"The more you review, the more we write,
and the more we write, the more you read!"
A/N: Alright folks, I know I ought to say a few words before I resume my writings.
I am SO sorry for not being able to update since July 17(if my memory serves me right)... there were many times I remembered to update this fan fiction, but it was either I didn't get the time to do so or I did not feel like doing so. As for the latter case, I sure hope you all understand that I don't want to do something... raw. I want to get the perfect words for the scenes so that you could "feel" through them...
Anyhow, I am going to be so sorry for not being able to update so often again after about September 9th, mainly because this is my semestral break... which only goes for a few days. But don't worry, not being able to update often does NOT mean having a very poorly written output... I assure you.
So, without further ado, here's the next chapter to my story...
Chapter 15 - Getting There
The following few days proved to be a nerve-breaking experience for the Gordons... their son still hadn't come home since that day they broke the news to him. Guilt and bitterness overcame them then and again, but they told themselves they have already gone too far to turn back now.
The same could be said for the Sanchezes and the McGuires. In ways more than anyone could have thought of, they all treated David as their own child... like family. Miranda wasn't taking the news all too well, always calling up Lizzie for the latest news about their missing best friend. Lizzie, on the other hand, was indifferent to all these... or, at least, that's what she's pretending to be...
At school, the news of the genius-gone-missing-in-action spread like wildfire. Sure he was not THAT popular, but when things get serious with Ethan, everyone was almost expected to feel the same way.
Where could David Gordon be? Only God can tell...
@~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~@
It was dark now. Gordo was wandering aimlessly as usual. He felt... cold... indifferent. He could no longer think of anything or anyone close to... not his schoolmates, not his parents, not even his best friends.
Gordo spent all his hours walking and thinking, barely sleeping. He tried to avoid everyone, so he either wandered off into the inconspicuous alleyways during the day and into the dark backstreets during the night. Who could blame him? Who could take such crushing blows all in a single day? Not even the pyramids could withstand such pressure...
And then, like a mirage appearing in the middle of the desert, a realization popped up into Gordo's head: he needed to tell his two best friends that he would be leaving soon, and that he would not come back until after a long time. Even if Lizzie were still mad at him, she had the right to know... best friends don't hide things from each other...
'Right, Gordo, BEST FRIENDS... It's not like you aren't hiding your true feelings for Lizzie... or from Miranda. Just face it; no matter how much you try, you'll end up looking like the poor loser who always wusses out. It's either you end up looking like an idiot or lying to your best friends... and to yourself. Why can't you be more sincere, like a TRUE best friend is? If you are a real man like what your father said about you, why don't you at least tell her how you feel before you leave? There's still...'
"...the DANCE!"
At that point, Gordo snapped back to reality. The idea of the upcoming Halloween event just crossed his mind. He was so deep into his musings that he had totally forgotten about it!
"I know! I'll tell Lizzie and Miranda about everything then... I must get back home and prepare!"
And with firm resolution, Gordo sped off and headed for home.
@~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~@
A moderately loud thud sounded through the entrance of the Gordon residence. And, like poor plants happy to see the sun again, Mr. and Mrs. Gordon's faces lit up. It was as if Christ came and commanded the evil spirit of sadness away. Almost as if they knew who it was, they all rushed to the door to hug... their son.
"David," Mrs. Gordon asked with tears of joy flowing from her cheerless eyes...
"You've finally come home son," Mr. Gordon had wholeheartedly greeted his son.
"Where have you been? Are you alright? Are you hungry?" These and considerably a hundred more questions were thrown at Gordo.
"Mom, dad," the little man replied, "I don't have much time right now, so I hope you'd understand if I don't explain myself, at least, not yet. The Halloween Dance is tomorrow, and I plan to go there... to at least... say bid my best friends goodbye... before... we leave..."
"Of course, of course, anything you say dear. Why don't I call the Sanche-"
"Mom, please don't tell them or the McGuires anything, not even about me being here... please, I need your full cooperation on this..."
"Okay son, if you say so... just remember that we're both behind you all the way."
"Thanks mom... thanks dad... I love you."
"We love you too... no matter what happens..."
And with that, Gordo zoomed off up to his room, to be ready and put his plans into action...
A/N: What's our Gordo up to this time? Can he make things right... or at least, less heartbreaking? What does he plan to do? Whatever it is, I hope you stick with me and find out!
I know, I know, this chapter is quite short, and that my story is getting more and more dramatic by the chapter... and I did not even plan to write a drama. I'm sure my English teachers would be surprised about this. Anyway, I hope that you all R/R, whatever you would like to say... you know what they say about us writers...
"The more you review, the more we write,
and the more we write, the more you read!"