A/N: Hiyo! I wrote another chapter tonight at work. I don't really have
that much to say about it. I think there's only two chapters left.
Reviews:
Amanda: Someone who actually read my profile. Wow. Now I can finally know that the time I'm spending on it is working. I HAVE to be a Majandra fan. I'm a Roswellian to the core. Conan is hot and hilarious. All good movies. Ones everyone should see. Some that are my inspirations for this story. Same with the books. Speak is amazing. As is Perks. I completely understand with your friends not liking the same things as you. I'm the only one out of my "circle" (if you will) that listens to "punk."
Tanguay40: I don't like Lizzie cheating on Gordo either. But, I've seen it done in an amazing show and it was a great plot. I just had to steal it. Yes, Lizzie told Gordo on the plane. Tear. But, that was the point. Now, they are both stuck in D.C. together. On the same bus. In the same hotel. Blah. Blah. Blah
Dancer chick1: Ah, things not turn out the way everyone wants. That would be quite depressing. And I really should do it that way. But, one, I'm a hopeless romantic. Two, it's Lizzie and Gordo. Three, I've sort of already had 'clues' mixed in A/N's and chapters to show what the ending is.
Chapter 4: Getting Her Back
~Gordo~
I can't believe her! The nerve of that girl. Dropping an atomic bomb on me and then trying to tell she loves me. Who does she think she is? You can't do that to a person. That's not the way you treat your supposed best friend/boyfriend.
And now, I'm stuck here with her. In Washington D.C. Where I should be having one of the best trips of my life. Instead, I'm locked in my room. Pissed off.
I can't believe she waited until we were on the plane to tell me. I would at least be able to tell her if I had. * BUT I WOULDN'T DREAM OF CHEATING ON HER. * Ever.
Now that doesn't matter because we're through. I'm down to no girlfriend and one best friend, Miranda. Who, come to think of it, probably knew Lizzie's 'little' secret.
And what a secret it was.
"Gordo, man, are you gonna stay cooped up here the whole fucking trip or what?" One of my roommates, Jack asked me. Ethan and Joey are the other two guys that got randomly selected for us.
"Jack, just leave me alone." I sighed. "You wouldn't understand."
"Let me see. You're girlfriend whom you've known...forever cheated on you. Now, you're bummed. I'm not letting you be bummed."
"But what if I WANT to be bummed?" I asked pointedly.
"No one wants to be bummed. Let's just get you a nice enjoyment and you're almost there."
"I don't want an enjoyment."
"Gordo, trust me. It'll clam your nerves. Loosen you up."
"Not now."
"At least come out to the pool with me. Everyone's down there."
"I'd rather not see everyone."
"Okay. So not everyone is down there. She's not."
She's not? "Fine, but only for a little bit."
"Sweet."
# Pool #
Five minutes later, Jack and I opened the doors to the pool. Everyone inside, all kids on the trip, turned and looked at us. They'd also stopped talking. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that, for once, they were talking about me.
"Maybe just one." I said, turning to Jack.
He knew what I meant. "Yeah. Come on, I've already scoped out the location."
We walked past the pool and out a door, which led to an outside area.
"Jack, just so you know - "
"I know. One time only." He mocked the words I uttered every time I needed a release of this form.
"Ha ha. Now you gonna give it to me or are we going to stand out here stargazing?"
"Anxious much?" He pulled out the semi-familiar object and handed me his lighter. I lit the cigarette and took a few puffs. "Feel any better?"
"Not especially, but thanks for trying."
"Think you can handle them?" He motioned towards the pool and its occupants.
"I have to sooner or later." I flicked the butt to the ground and opened the door once again.
This time, no one was talking about me, but a few recognized my presence. "I'm just going to go over to the hot tub."
I threw my towel down and walked towards the empty hot tub.
I didn't notice it, but someone's eyes were following me. And when I got into the hot tub, stood up and walked determinedly over to me.
There was a sudden new splash in the water and I opened my eyes to see her sitting across from me.
"Gordo." She started.
"Jenn." I replied.
"Word is Lizzie and you are on the outs." She coyly responded.
"You could say that."
"I heard she fell in love with a Marine while in Florida."
"Really? Hadn't heard that one."
"Oh. But she did cheat on you, right?"
"Yes. Lizzie cheated on me." This question is going to be asked a trillion times before I'm on the plane home. I should just carry a sign around or something.
"That's horrible. I can't believe she would even fathom looking at someone other than you."
Is she flirting with me? "Hmm." What else is there to say to that anyways?
"Are you going to do anything?" She asked, abruptly irritated.
"About what?" Color me confused.
"Since I stepped into this hot tub, I've been practically throwing myself at you and you are just sitting there obliviously. I understand you just got your heart broken and all that jazz. But, I just though maybe I could aid you in moving on."
So she was flirting with me. At least I can pick up those signals still.
"You want to help me move on?"
"God, yes."
"And how are you going to do that?"
"We'll start small."
She started coming closer to me until our noses were centimeters apart.
"This doesn't seem too small to me." I said.
She just shrugged her shoulders and then kissed me.
To be honest, I wasn't concentrating on the kiss. I was kissing her back. But I was a little preoccupied. Just before my eyes closed, I saw the one person I want to see this. Lizzie. And she definitely saw me. We pulled apart and Lizzie had run out.
A/N: Yupperz. That's it.
Reviews:
Amanda: Someone who actually read my profile. Wow. Now I can finally know that the time I'm spending on it is working. I HAVE to be a Majandra fan. I'm a Roswellian to the core. Conan is hot and hilarious. All good movies. Ones everyone should see. Some that are my inspirations for this story. Same with the books. Speak is amazing. As is Perks. I completely understand with your friends not liking the same things as you. I'm the only one out of my "circle" (if you will) that listens to "punk."
Tanguay40: I don't like Lizzie cheating on Gordo either. But, I've seen it done in an amazing show and it was a great plot. I just had to steal it. Yes, Lizzie told Gordo on the plane. Tear. But, that was the point. Now, they are both stuck in D.C. together. On the same bus. In the same hotel. Blah. Blah. Blah
Dancer chick1: Ah, things not turn out the way everyone wants. That would be quite depressing. And I really should do it that way. But, one, I'm a hopeless romantic. Two, it's Lizzie and Gordo. Three, I've sort of already had 'clues' mixed in A/N's and chapters to show what the ending is.
Chapter 4: Getting Her Back
~Gordo~
I can't believe her! The nerve of that girl. Dropping an atomic bomb on me and then trying to tell she loves me. Who does she think she is? You can't do that to a person. That's not the way you treat your supposed best friend/boyfriend.
And now, I'm stuck here with her. In Washington D.C. Where I should be having one of the best trips of my life. Instead, I'm locked in my room. Pissed off.
I can't believe she waited until we were on the plane to tell me. I would at least be able to tell her if I had. * BUT I WOULDN'T DREAM OF CHEATING ON HER. * Ever.
Now that doesn't matter because we're through. I'm down to no girlfriend and one best friend, Miranda. Who, come to think of it, probably knew Lizzie's 'little' secret.
And what a secret it was.
"Gordo, man, are you gonna stay cooped up here the whole fucking trip or what?" One of my roommates, Jack asked me. Ethan and Joey are the other two guys that got randomly selected for us.
"Jack, just leave me alone." I sighed. "You wouldn't understand."
"Let me see. You're girlfriend whom you've known...forever cheated on you. Now, you're bummed. I'm not letting you be bummed."
"But what if I WANT to be bummed?" I asked pointedly.
"No one wants to be bummed. Let's just get you a nice enjoyment and you're almost there."
"I don't want an enjoyment."
"Gordo, trust me. It'll clam your nerves. Loosen you up."
"Not now."
"At least come out to the pool with me. Everyone's down there."
"I'd rather not see everyone."
"Okay. So not everyone is down there. She's not."
She's not? "Fine, but only for a little bit."
"Sweet."
# Pool #
Five minutes later, Jack and I opened the doors to the pool. Everyone inside, all kids on the trip, turned and looked at us. They'd also stopped talking. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that, for once, they were talking about me.
"Maybe just one." I said, turning to Jack.
He knew what I meant. "Yeah. Come on, I've already scoped out the location."
We walked past the pool and out a door, which led to an outside area.
"Jack, just so you know - "
"I know. One time only." He mocked the words I uttered every time I needed a release of this form.
"Ha ha. Now you gonna give it to me or are we going to stand out here stargazing?"
"Anxious much?" He pulled out the semi-familiar object and handed me his lighter. I lit the cigarette and took a few puffs. "Feel any better?"
"Not especially, but thanks for trying."
"Think you can handle them?" He motioned towards the pool and its occupants.
"I have to sooner or later." I flicked the butt to the ground and opened the door once again.
This time, no one was talking about me, but a few recognized my presence. "I'm just going to go over to the hot tub."
I threw my towel down and walked towards the empty hot tub.
I didn't notice it, but someone's eyes were following me. And when I got into the hot tub, stood up and walked determinedly over to me.
There was a sudden new splash in the water and I opened my eyes to see her sitting across from me.
"Gordo." She started.
"Jenn." I replied.
"Word is Lizzie and you are on the outs." She coyly responded.
"You could say that."
"I heard she fell in love with a Marine while in Florida."
"Really? Hadn't heard that one."
"Oh. But she did cheat on you, right?"
"Yes. Lizzie cheated on me." This question is going to be asked a trillion times before I'm on the plane home. I should just carry a sign around or something.
"That's horrible. I can't believe she would even fathom looking at someone other than you."
Is she flirting with me? "Hmm." What else is there to say to that anyways?
"Are you going to do anything?" She asked, abruptly irritated.
"About what?" Color me confused.
"Since I stepped into this hot tub, I've been practically throwing myself at you and you are just sitting there obliviously. I understand you just got your heart broken and all that jazz. But, I just though maybe I could aid you in moving on."
So she was flirting with me. At least I can pick up those signals still.
"You want to help me move on?"
"God, yes."
"And how are you going to do that?"
"We'll start small."
She started coming closer to me until our noses were centimeters apart.
"This doesn't seem too small to me." I said.
She just shrugged her shoulders and then kissed me.
To be honest, I wasn't concentrating on the kiss. I was kissing her back. But I was a little preoccupied. Just before my eyes closed, I saw the one person I want to see this. Lizzie. And she definitely saw me. We pulled apart and Lizzie had run out.
A/N: Yupperz. That's it.
