Chapter 15: The Big Day
A/N: After this there are only four more chapters after this one, people! This story is almost over, and I'll have start another one, or else focus hard on The Tale of the McGuire-Gordons and That's My Gordo. Thank you for all of the reviews! ^_^ I'm getting like, five every two hours!
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Lizzie's POV
"Gordo! Just five hours, two minutes, and five seconds until our show starts!" I exclaimed.
He raised his eyebrows sarcastically. "Really? Because I thought it was five hours, three minutes, and twenty-four seconds. Or at least that's what you told me about thirty seconds ago!"
Gordo obviously wasn't as nervous about this play as I was. Today was the big day. All I had been working for. What if I messed up?
"Sorry. I'm just freaking out."
He smiled. "Don't worry, Lizzie. It's going to be fine."
I sighed. "Yeah, but why can't Juliet fall in love with Gregory instead of Romeo?"
"Then it wouldn't be called 'Romeo and Juliet.'"
I twirled a strand of hair around my finger, and remembered something. "Oh no! Gordo, what time is it!?" I sat up, trying to find a clock.
"*You're* asking me?" He mumbled. "It's almost two o'clock."
"Ooh, sorry. I have to go to the Digital Bean! I'm meeting Ethan there!" I exclaimed, and rushed out of Gordo's house.
***
I waited patiently for about five minutes, but Ethan didn't show up. He *had* said the table by the door' hadn't he? Then why wasn't he here yet?
A waitress came up to me. "Would you like something?"
Animated Lizzie: Yeah, for Ethan to show up.
I shook my head and continued to stare at the closed doorway, hoping he'd burst in any second now.
I waited for a long time. About half an hour. Probably five or six people asked me what I was doing there for so long or if I wanted something to drink. And Ethan still didn't come. Had he forgotten? Was he really late? Was he maybe rehearsing his lines for the play?
And after the small hand hit twelve, and the big hand landed on three, I came to a realization.
I had been stood up.
***
Tears silently dripped down my face as I zipped the back of my purple and red velvet dress. Didn't he care about me? Why didn't he come? I called him, and it was busy. That meant he had to be at home. Then why... how.... he was my boyfriend. He was supposed to call me and tell me why.
Man, was I mad at Ethan.
I ran a hand through my hair and tied it in a bow. Wow, the costume looked so real. Mr. Dig wanted me to try it on before the performance to make sure it fit. It did. I slipped it off and put on my normal clothes.
"Honey, it's time to go!" I heard my dad call.
I wiped away my tears and put the dress and the rest of my props into a bag and silently walked downstairs, wondering what Ethan was doing right now.
Through the entire care ride I didn't say a word.
***
"Where's Mr. Gordon?" I heard Mr. Dig ask someone.
They shrugged.
"Hey, Miranda!" I said cheerfully, trying to forget what had happened. "You look great!"
She frowned. "Don't you mean I look old?"
I smiled.
"Lizz-ay!" I heard Ethan behind me.
"Lous-ie." I heard a scowling voice along with him.
I spun around and gasped. He was holding hands with none other than... Kate!
"Ethan... how could you..."
"Miss McGuire!" Mr. Dig clutching my shoulder. "Have you seen Mr. Gordon?"
I shook my head. "Not since two."
He sighed. "He should be here by now! The New York Times just got here." His cell phone rang and he answered it and started chatting.
Great. First, Ethan two-times me for Kate, and now Gordo was missing! This was a disaster.
I almost started to cry, but held it in. How dare he do this to me? I thought he really and truly liked me. I thought we had something special that set us apart from other couples. Gordo was right. Ethan was totally wrong for me.
I wished I'd known that sooner.
"Yes, we will get back with you." He said. Mr. Dig hung up his cell phone, looking very concerned.
"What?" I asked, looking at the pale face of Mr. Dig.
"Mr. Gordon... he's in the hospital."
A/N: Ha-ha! Cliffie! Not what you expected, right? I bet you were expecting Gordo and Lizzie to fall in love during the time they kiss in the play, right? Well, ha-ha, you're wrong! *laughs evilly*
A/N: After this there are only four more chapters after this one, people! This story is almost over, and I'll have start another one, or else focus hard on The Tale of the McGuire-Gordons and That's My Gordo. Thank you for all of the reviews! ^_^ I'm getting like, five every two hours!
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Lizzie's POV
"Gordo! Just five hours, two minutes, and five seconds until our show starts!" I exclaimed.
He raised his eyebrows sarcastically. "Really? Because I thought it was five hours, three minutes, and twenty-four seconds. Or at least that's what you told me about thirty seconds ago!"
Gordo obviously wasn't as nervous about this play as I was. Today was the big day. All I had been working for. What if I messed up?
"Sorry. I'm just freaking out."
He smiled. "Don't worry, Lizzie. It's going to be fine."
I sighed. "Yeah, but why can't Juliet fall in love with Gregory instead of Romeo?"
"Then it wouldn't be called 'Romeo and Juliet.'"
I twirled a strand of hair around my finger, and remembered something. "Oh no! Gordo, what time is it!?" I sat up, trying to find a clock.
"*You're* asking me?" He mumbled. "It's almost two o'clock."
"Ooh, sorry. I have to go to the Digital Bean! I'm meeting Ethan there!" I exclaimed, and rushed out of Gordo's house.
***
I waited patiently for about five minutes, but Ethan didn't show up. He *had* said the table by the door' hadn't he? Then why wasn't he here yet?
A waitress came up to me. "Would you like something?"
Animated Lizzie: Yeah, for Ethan to show up.
I shook my head and continued to stare at the closed doorway, hoping he'd burst in any second now.
I waited for a long time. About half an hour. Probably five or six people asked me what I was doing there for so long or if I wanted something to drink. And Ethan still didn't come. Had he forgotten? Was he really late? Was he maybe rehearsing his lines for the play?
And after the small hand hit twelve, and the big hand landed on three, I came to a realization.
I had been stood up.
***
Tears silently dripped down my face as I zipped the back of my purple and red velvet dress. Didn't he care about me? Why didn't he come? I called him, and it was busy. That meant he had to be at home. Then why... how.... he was my boyfriend. He was supposed to call me and tell me why.
Man, was I mad at Ethan.
I ran a hand through my hair and tied it in a bow. Wow, the costume looked so real. Mr. Dig wanted me to try it on before the performance to make sure it fit. It did. I slipped it off and put on my normal clothes.
"Honey, it's time to go!" I heard my dad call.
I wiped away my tears and put the dress and the rest of my props into a bag and silently walked downstairs, wondering what Ethan was doing right now.
Through the entire care ride I didn't say a word.
***
"Where's Mr. Gordon?" I heard Mr. Dig ask someone.
They shrugged.
"Hey, Miranda!" I said cheerfully, trying to forget what had happened. "You look great!"
She frowned. "Don't you mean I look old?"
I smiled.
"Lizz-ay!" I heard Ethan behind me.
"Lous-ie." I heard a scowling voice along with him.
I spun around and gasped. He was holding hands with none other than... Kate!
"Ethan... how could you..."
"Miss McGuire!" Mr. Dig clutching my shoulder. "Have you seen Mr. Gordon?"
I shook my head. "Not since two."
He sighed. "He should be here by now! The New York Times just got here." His cell phone rang and he answered it and started chatting.
Great. First, Ethan two-times me for Kate, and now Gordo was missing! This was a disaster.
I almost started to cry, but held it in. How dare he do this to me? I thought he really and truly liked me. I thought we had something special that set us apart from other couples. Gordo was right. Ethan was totally wrong for me.
I wished I'd known that sooner.
"Yes, we will get back with you." He said. Mr. Dig hung up his cell phone, looking very concerned.
"What?" I asked, looking at the pale face of Mr. Dig.
"Mr. Gordon... he's in the hospital."
A/N: Ha-ha! Cliffie! Not what you expected, right? I bet you were expecting Gordo and Lizzie to fall in love during the time they kiss in the play, right? Well, ha-ha, you're wrong! *laughs evilly*
