-Don't own anything . yup. I'm just the pitiful writer, dreaming of
owning Adam Lamberg, yet confessing in her stories of her ownership of
absolutely nothing. Zip, zero, nada. * sigh * -
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He paced the room, running a hand through his wild, curly locks of hair. His crystal blue eyes flickered around the walls, thinking of what he'd sent to Pine Ridge the previous night. -I'm Confused Guy.- David Gordon had officially fallen head over heals for Lizzie McGuire in late seventh grade. He remembered that day that he'd said that if Andy, Lizzie's "follower", weren't a sevie, he might have asked her out. He was lying. Gordo was trying to conceal the fact that he was obsessed with his best friend by faking a crush on another girl.
Sitting on his bed, he looked over at the picture of Lizzie on his nightstand. Gordo ran his hand across it, wishing Lizzie would have never gotten that stupid disorder. Then he could've told her how he felt in person. Although he himself knew he would never have had the guts to tell her face to face.
The seventeen year old boy grabbed his video camera, pushing the on button, and faced it to the floor, moving it around in circles. "I call this film, The Great Depression.", he muttered, smirking as he turned it back off. Great depression was just what he was feeling. Couldn't he have told her before she left? "God, Gordon. Another goof-up." He said quietly, as he slowly turned the lights off and fell into an uneasy sleep, still in his jeans and sweatshirt.
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"I don't love you, Gordo. You could've told me before, maybe I'd have loved you then. But I love Ethan . and Ronnie, and Frankie, and Danny. Not you." ++++++++++
Gordo awoke from his dream and glared at the neon green letter of his alarm clock. 5:00 am. The sun was still hidden, tucked behind the dark, grey horizon of buildings and empty streets. The last time he was awake at five in the morning was at Lizzie's house, over a month ago, when he and Miranda had slept over there. They'd stayed up until six-thirty, watching scary movies and throwing pillows in self defense againt the shadows that their sleepiness had made them fear. It turned out all those shadows were just the kitchen fan, blowing images against the family room walls. They fell asleep later, waking after noon, to the smell of Mrs. McGuire's famous strawberry waffles sizzling on their plates.
Gordo missed being able to stay up late, talking about stupid, pointless high school topics and eating junk food. He missed watching movies with his TWO best friends, and he missed meeting each other to go out every Friday night. He even missed Miranda and Lizzie's girly conversations at the shoe stores in the mall.
His thoughts ran short as he realized the sun was slowly peaking its way into a gloomy, dawn light. Gordo rubbed his eyes, picked up his clothes, and got in the shower, his tired thoughts about Lizzie whirling around even as he bathed.
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Miranda was still sleeping by the time Gordo got in the shower. About an hour later, at seven, she got up. She had no idea what she was doing awake. She usually woke at around noon in the summer, but her body would sleep no more. She got up, and made herself some pancakes.
Miranda had not taken it nearly as hard as her best guy friend. Gordo had felt horrible about Lizzie leaving due to the fact that he was obsessed over her. Miranda had cried, sobbed, and denied, but she was now pretty much just bored. Lizzie was the only person she could talk to . of course, there was Gordo. But did Gordo want to here about her latest crush or the stain that wouldn't wash out of her new blouse? Not really. Plus, he had been depressed enough lately, and hadn't talked much at their meets at the Digital Bean.
^^^ Read and review everybody! I love hearing from everyone, even flamers! Just don't insult Gordo. I'll be happy. ^^^
He paced the room, running a hand through his wild, curly locks of hair. His crystal blue eyes flickered around the walls, thinking of what he'd sent to Pine Ridge the previous night. -I'm Confused Guy.- David Gordon had officially fallen head over heals for Lizzie McGuire in late seventh grade. He remembered that day that he'd said that if Andy, Lizzie's "follower", weren't a sevie, he might have asked her out. He was lying. Gordo was trying to conceal the fact that he was obsessed with his best friend by faking a crush on another girl.
Sitting on his bed, he looked over at the picture of Lizzie on his nightstand. Gordo ran his hand across it, wishing Lizzie would have never gotten that stupid disorder. Then he could've told her how he felt in person. Although he himself knew he would never have had the guts to tell her face to face.
The seventeen year old boy grabbed his video camera, pushing the on button, and faced it to the floor, moving it around in circles. "I call this film, The Great Depression.", he muttered, smirking as he turned it back off. Great depression was just what he was feeling. Couldn't he have told her before she left? "God, Gordon. Another goof-up." He said quietly, as he slowly turned the lights off and fell into an uneasy sleep, still in his jeans and sweatshirt.
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"I don't love you, Gordo. You could've told me before, maybe I'd have loved you then. But I love Ethan . and Ronnie, and Frankie, and Danny. Not you." ++++++++++
Gordo awoke from his dream and glared at the neon green letter of his alarm clock. 5:00 am. The sun was still hidden, tucked behind the dark, grey horizon of buildings and empty streets. The last time he was awake at five in the morning was at Lizzie's house, over a month ago, when he and Miranda had slept over there. They'd stayed up until six-thirty, watching scary movies and throwing pillows in self defense againt the shadows that their sleepiness had made them fear. It turned out all those shadows were just the kitchen fan, blowing images against the family room walls. They fell asleep later, waking after noon, to the smell of Mrs. McGuire's famous strawberry waffles sizzling on their plates.
Gordo missed being able to stay up late, talking about stupid, pointless high school topics and eating junk food. He missed watching movies with his TWO best friends, and he missed meeting each other to go out every Friday night. He even missed Miranda and Lizzie's girly conversations at the shoe stores in the mall.
His thoughts ran short as he realized the sun was slowly peaking its way into a gloomy, dawn light. Gordo rubbed his eyes, picked up his clothes, and got in the shower, his tired thoughts about Lizzie whirling around even as he bathed.
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Miranda was still sleeping by the time Gordo got in the shower. About an hour later, at seven, she got up. She had no idea what she was doing awake. She usually woke at around noon in the summer, but her body would sleep no more. She got up, and made herself some pancakes.
Miranda had not taken it nearly as hard as her best guy friend. Gordo had felt horrible about Lizzie leaving due to the fact that he was obsessed over her. Miranda had cried, sobbed, and denied, but she was now pretty much just bored. Lizzie was the only person she could talk to . of course, there was Gordo. But did Gordo want to here about her latest crush or the stain that wouldn't wash out of her new blouse? Not really. Plus, he had been depressed enough lately, and hadn't talked much at their meets at the Digital Bean.
