Author's Note: here's chapter two! Sorry it took so long to update.
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Note: when Gordo is reading Lizzie's mind, Lizzie's thoughts will be marked with stars: ** . . . . **
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Gordo stared at Lizzie with a stunned, blank look on his face. He still was having difficulty believing that he was now able to read his best friend's mind.
Lizzie turned to her left to see Gordo staring at her, transfixed. "Uh, you feeling alright?" You look like you're in a trance or something."
**Why he is looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?**
Hearing her thoughts snapped him out of his semi-catatonic state, and without thinking he replied, "Don't worry, Lizzie, there's nothing on your face. You're perfect."
"Oh, uh, thanks Gordo," she replied, with a bit of hesitancy in her voice. She turned away from him and peered out at the front of the classroom and at the empty teacher's desk.
**Alright, alright, just stare straight ahead and don't let him see you're blushing. But, ohmigosh, I love whenever he tells me I'm perfect. And hasn't he being saying that a lot lately? Ugh, I just sooo hope he doesn't ask me again why I overslept today.**
Gordo mouth opened into a huge grin. She notices! She notices when I compliment her! And yeah, Lizzie, I have been saying that to you a lot, and I can't help it, because that's just the way I feel about you. And maybe, just maybe, he pondered, maybe you could feel that way about me, too.
"So, where do you think Mr. Clinton is today? He's usually here in the classroom before the sun's up!" asked Lizzie.
"Uh, car troubles?" He answered absent-mindedly. He could've cared less about the missing whereabouts of his European History teacher. All he could think about was the fact that for some inexplicably reason he now had the power to peer deep inside the mind and soul of the girl he adored more than anyone and anything in the world.
"So, uh, Lizzie, you were about to tell me why you overslept today," asked Gordo.
A grimace suddenly fell over Lizzie's face. She looked like as if she had just stepped on a nail with her bare feet. "Uh, was I? Did I tell you I overslept?" **Oh no, oh no, I can't tell him the truth, I just can't tell him I overslept because I had a dream about him! **
Gordo heard her thoughts and his lips curled into a sly, playful smile. Oh man, oh man, this is unbelievable, this is unbelievable, this is so absolutely fantastic!
"Hey, don't worry about it. I mean, it's no big deal. You probably just had a really great dream or something and you just didn't want to wake up from it, right?"
Lizzie's jaw dropped with sheer astonishment. **Waitaminute, how'd he know about my dream?**
"Um, that's right Gordo, I overslept because of a dream I had this morning." *Just don't ask me what it was about, please, pretty please?**
"So, what was the dream about?"
"Nothing! Nothing really. Um, it was about, it was about . . " **Quick, make something up! There's no way, there's just no way I'm going to tell him that I was dreaming about getting married to him!!**
". . . um, it was about me getting marr-uh, I mean, about me getting marrr- velously suntanned on a beach in Hawaii! Yeah, that's it!"
"Hm, sounds like you had quite a fascinating dream there, Lizzie" replied Gordo. He spoke in a calm, controlled voice, which belied the fact that inside, his heart was jumping up and down with joy.
This so incredible, she dreamt about me, she dreamt about getting married to me! Not to Ethan, not to Tudgeman, not to anyone else, but to *me!* To me, David Zephyr Gordon!
"So, Lizzie, was there anyone else there with you in your dream?"
**Ohmigod Gordo, don't do this to me, please! Stop asking me these questions!! I would just die if I told you I was dreaming about you! Emergency subject change right now, Lizzie!**
"ummm. . . yeah, there were other people there. You know, on the beach, swimming, doing. . . stuff. Uh, so, where *is* Mr. Clinton today? He's five minutes late already! And um, do you think it's going to rain today, Gordo? I hear there's a 40% chance of thunderstorms in the afternoon."
"I don't know and I don't know. So, Lizzie, I'm very curious about your dream." He gazed intently into Lizzie's eyes, then with a knowing wink, he said, "Did you know that dreams are windows into your subconscious? They can show you your deepest untapped desires and longings."
"They-they are?" **Does that mean my deepest untapped desire and longing is to . . . is to . . .no, it can't be, it can't be, he's my best friend, that's all!**
"Yup, dreams can tell you a lot about yourself. That's what my dad tells me anyway. And I believe him, I really do," said Gordo. "So, in your dream, were you doing anything else besides getting a sun tan?"
Lizzie squirmed nervously in her seat. **Oh, my, god, where in the world is Mr. Clinton???!? PLEASE get here and start class *right now* before Gordo makes me spill the truth!!!!!**
"oh, uh, I don't remember, Gordo, I'm not sure. You know how you forget your dream right after you wake up."
"Was there anyone in your dream that you recognized?"
**Yes, you.** "Um, not really, no. Everyone in the dream were complete strangers."
After Lizzie's response, he suddenly saw an image pop into his head. It was a short-lived image, an image of two people standing on a beach, standing in front of a minister. Although the image disappeared before he could make out who the two people were, he was able to notice that one was a woman with blonde hair, and the other, a man.
Hmm, that was odd, it seemed like I just saw a glimpse of Lizzie's dream. . . .
"So, well, sounds like it was a really wonderful dream."
**Ohmigosh it was Gordo, it was an absolutely wonderful and beautiful dream and I sooo didn't want to wake up from it. I felt so much love between us in that dream, I felt so loved, so secure, so adored, by, well, by, you.**
Gordo's heart skipped a beat and he replied instinctively, "You did?" forgetting that Lizzie hadn't actually *said* anything to him.
"Yeah, I did, I -" She stopped herself as soon as she realized she was about to tell Gordo the truth about her amazing dream. **Huh, what's going on? Did Gordo just respond to something that I was thinking? It's like he's reading my mind or something!** "I mean, yes, it was a beautiful dream, it really was."
Several more images tumbled into Gordo's consciousness, and now he could clearly make out the faces of the two people standing on the beach. And in these images, the two were kissing each other, while people surrounded them and clapped and took pictures. The two people in the image looked a lot like Lizzie and himself, except older; to him they appeared to be in their mid-twenties. The last image he saw was of him placing a ring on Lizzie's fingers. And in that last image, he saw Lizzie's face clearly, and his jaw dropped upon seeing the grace and elegance on her face.
"Oh my god, you are so beautiful," whispered Gordo.
"What, what'd you say, Gordo?" Lizzie heard him mumbling something which she couldn't quite make out. **Did he say I was pitiful?**
"Um, no, I was saying your dream is so beautiful. No wonder you didn't want to wake up from it."
**But, how would you know? I mean, I hardly told you anything about it, and there's no way I'm gonna!** "Yeah, and that's why I was late. Not that it mattered since Mr. Clinton isn't even here yet," said Lizzie.
Gordo suddenly felt like a peeping tom, intruding and gazing into Lizzie's private soul. Okay, that's enough, man, don't keep embarrassing her like this, it's not right. Let it go.
"Attention students!"
Gordo and Lizzie looked up to see the principal standing in front of the classroom. "I want to let you know that Mr. Clinton was involved in a car accident, nothing serious, but he won't be able to make his class today. So, I know you'll all be disappointed, but, class is canceled, you're free to go."
Loud cheers erupted and soon the classroom was abuzz with students grabbing their belongings and getting prepared to leave school.
"Oh, great! I mean, not great that Mr. Clinton was in an accident, but, great because we're done with school today!" The school was on a short-day Friday schedule for seniors, and so they only had European History scheduled in the morning.
"What do you want to do now, Gordo?" asked Lizzie as she put her books away into her napsack.
**Wow, it's such a beautiful day out, I would *love* to for a walk in the park. With Gordo. But, he's gonna say no, I know it, since he always keeps saying that he doesn't like taking walks just for the sake of taking walks. But I don't want to go by myself, oh I don't know, maybe Miranda will go with me . . .**
Lizzie, I would walk anywhere, anytime, as long as it was with you, thought Gordo. "You know what, Lizzie? It looks like such an amazing day outside, I'm actually feeling up for taking a walk, with you, um, if you want. You know, we could take a stroll around the park or something."
"Oh, Gordo! You read my mind, that's exactly what I feel like doing right now!" said Lizzie, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. **It'll be so nice just to walk and just to be with Gordo, I mean, we don't have much time left before we'll be going away for college. I'll miss him so much . . . .**
Me, too, thought Gordo, me, too. I'm going to miss you terribly, Lizzie, like you wouldn't believe. "Great! Shall we?" He gave her an affectionate smile, and then beckoned her to come with him out the door.
"Of course, Mr. David Gordon. I'm right there with ya!" **You're so sweet, Gordo, you really are. I don't know what I'll do without you . . .**
Upon hearing Lizzie's last thought, Gordo began to feel tears starting to form. But, he didn't want her to see him crying, so he quickly mustered all the strength he could to fight back the tears, composed himself, then placed his hands on Lizzie's shoulders, smiled again, and said, "come on, let's go, " and then the pair leisurely walked out the door and headed towards the nearby park.
Note: when Gordo is reading Lizzie's mind, Lizzie's thoughts will be marked with stars: ** . . . . **
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Gordo stared at Lizzie with a stunned, blank look on his face. He still was having difficulty believing that he was now able to read his best friend's mind.
Lizzie turned to her left to see Gordo staring at her, transfixed. "Uh, you feeling alright?" You look like you're in a trance or something."
**Why he is looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?**
Hearing her thoughts snapped him out of his semi-catatonic state, and without thinking he replied, "Don't worry, Lizzie, there's nothing on your face. You're perfect."
"Oh, uh, thanks Gordo," she replied, with a bit of hesitancy in her voice. She turned away from him and peered out at the front of the classroom and at the empty teacher's desk.
**Alright, alright, just stare straight ahead and don't let him see you're blushing. But, ohmigosh, I love whenever he tells me I'm perfect. And hasn't he being saying that a lot lately? Ugh, I just sooo hope he doesn't ask me again why I overslept today.**
Gordo mouth opened into a huge grin. She notices! She notices when I compliment her! And yeah, Lizzie, I have been saying that to you a lot, and I can't help it, because that's just the way I feel about you. And maybe, just maybe, he pondered, maybe you could feel that way about me, too.
"So, where do you think Mr. Clinton is today? He's usually here in the classroom before the sun's up!" asked Lizzie.
"Uh, car troubles?" He answered absent-mindedly. He could've cared less about the missing whereabouts of his European History teacher. All he could think about was the fact that for some inexplicably reason he now had the power to peer deep inside the mind and soul of the girl he adored more than anyone and anything in the world.
"So, uh, Lizzie, you were about to tell me why you overslept today," asked Gordo.
A grimace suddenly fell over Lizzie's face. She looked like as if she had just stepped on a nail with her bare feet. "Uh, was I? Did I tell you I overslept?" **Oh no, oh no, I can't tell him the truth, I just can't tell him I overslept because I had a dream about him! **
Gordo heard her thoughts and his lips curled into a sly, playful smile. Oh man, oh man, this is unbelievable, this is unbelievable, this is so absolutely fantastic!
"Hey, don't worry about it. I mean, it's no big deal. You probably just had a really great dream or something and you just didn't want to wake up from it, right?"
Lizzie's jaw dropped with sheer astonishment. **Waitaminute, how'd he know about my dream?**
"Um, that's right Gordo, I overslept because of a dream I had this morning." *Just don't ask me what it was about, please, pretty please?**
"So, what was the dream about?"
"Nothing! Nothing really. Um, it was about, it was about . . " **Quick, make something up! There's no way, there's just no way I'm going to tell him that I was dreaming about getting married to him!!**
". . . um, it was about me getting marr-uh, I mean, about me getting marrr- velously suntanned on a beach in Hawaii! Yeah, that's it!"
"Hm, sounds like you had quite a fascinating dream there, Lizzie" replied Gordo. He spoke in a calm, controlled voice, which belied the fact that inside, his heart was jumping up and down with joy.
This so incredible, she dreamt about me, she dreamt about getting married to me! Not to Ethan, not to Tudgeman, not to anyone else, but to *me!* To me, David Zephyr Gordon!
"So, Lizzie, was there anyone else there with you in your dream?"
**Ohmigod Gordo, don't do this to me, please! Stop asking me these questions!! I would just die if I told you I was dreaming about you! Emergency subject change right now, Lizzie!**
"ummm. . . yeah, there were other people there. You know, on the beach, swimming, doing. . . stuff. Uh, so, where *is* Mr. Clinton today? He's five minutes late already! And um, do you think it's going to rain today, Gordo? I hear there's a 40% chance of thunderstorms in the afternoon."
"I don't know and I don't know. So, Lizzie, I'm very curious about your dream." He gazed intently into Lizzie's eyes, then with a knowing wink, he said, "Did you know that dreams are windows into your subconscious? They can show you your deepest untapped desires and longings."
"They-they are?" **Does that mean my deepest untapped desire and longing is to . . . is to . . .no, it can't be, it can't be, he's my best friend, that's all!**
"Yup, dreams can tell you a lot about yourself. That's what my dad tells me anyway. And I believe him, I really do," said Gordo. "So, in your dream, were you doing anything else besides getting a sun tan?"
Lizzie squirmed nervously in her seat. **Oh, my, god, where in the world is Mr. Clinton???!? PLEASE get here and start class *right now* before Gordo makes me spill the truth!!!!!**
"oh, uh, I don't remember, Gordo, I'm not sure. You know how you forget your dream right after you wake up."
"Was there anyone in your dream that you recognized?"
**Yes, you.** "Um, not really, no. Everyone in the dream were complete strangers."
After Lizzie's response, he suddenly saw an image pop into his head. It was a short-lived image, an image of two people standing on a beach, standing in front of a minister. Although the image disappeared before he could make out who the two people were, he was able to notice that one was a woman with blonde hair, and the other, a man.
Hmm, that was odd, it seemed like I just saw a glimpse of Lizzie's dream. . . .
"So, well, sounds like it was a really wonderful dream."
**Ohmigosh it was Gordo, it was an absolutely wonderful and beautiful dream and I sooo didn't want to wake up from it. I felt so much love between us in that dream, I felt so loved, so secure, so adored, by, well, by, you.**
Gordo's heart skipped a beat and he replied instinctively, "You did?" forgetting that Lizzie hadn't actually *said* anything to him.
"Yeah, I did, I -" She stopped herself as soon as she realized she was about to tell Gordo the truth about her amazing dream. **Huh, what's going on? Did Gordo just respond to something that I was thinking? It's like he's reading my mind or something!** "I mean, yes, it was a beautiful dream, it really was."
Several more images tumbled into Gordo's consciousness, and now he could clearly make out the faces of the two people standing on the beach. And in these images, the two were kissing each other, while people surrounded them and clapped and took pictures. The two people in the image looked a lot like Lizzie and himself, except older; to him they appeared to be in their mid-twenties. The last image he saw was of him placing a ring on Lizzie's fingers. And in that last image, he saw Lizzie's face clearly, and his jaw dropped upon seeing the grace and elegance on her face.
"Oh my god, you are so beautiful," whispered Gordo.
"What, what'd you say, Gordo?" Lizzie heard him mumbling something which she couldn't quite make out. **Did he say I was pitiful?**
"Um, no, I was saying your dream is so beautiful. No wonder you didn't want to wake up from it."
**But, how would you know? I mean, I hardly told you anything about it, and there's no way I'm gonna!** "Yeah, and that's why I was late. Not that it mattered since Mr. Clinton isn't even here yet," said Lizzie.
Gordo suddenly felt like a peeping tom, intruding and gazing into Lizzie's private soul. Okay, that's enough, man, don't keep embarrassing her like this, it's not right. Let it go.
"Attention students!"
Gordo and Lizzie looked up to see the principal standing in front of the classroom. "I want to let you know that Mr. Clinton was involved in a car accident, nothing serious, but he won't be able to make his class today. So, I know you'll all be disappointed, but, class is canceled, you're free to go."
Loud cheers erupted and soon the classroom was abuzz with students grabbing their belongings and getting prepared to leave school.
"Oh, great! I mean, not great that Mr. Clinton was in an accident, but, great because we're done with school today!" The school was on a short-day Friday schedule for seniors, and so they only had European History scheduled in the morning.
"What do you want to do now, Gordo?" asked Lizzie as she put her books away into her napsack.
**Wow, it's such a beautiful day out, I would *love* to for a walk in the park. With Gordo. But, he's gonna say no, I know it, since he always keeps saying that he doesn't like taking walks just for the sake of taking walks. But I don't want to go by myself, oh I don't know, maybe Miranda will go with me . . .**
Lizzie, I would walk anywhere, anytime, as long as it was with you, thought Gordo. "You know what, Lizzie? It looks like such an amazing day outside, I'm actually feeling up for taking a walk, with you, um, if you want. You know, we could take a stroll around the park or something."
"Oh, Gordo! You read my mind, that's exactly what I feel like doing right now!" said Lizzie, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. **It'll be so nice just to walk and just to be with Gordo, I mean, we don't have much time left before we'll be going away for college. I'll miss him so much . . . .**
Me, too, thought Gordo, me, too. I'm going to miss you terribly, Lizzie, like you wouldn't believe. "Great! Shall we?" He gave her an affectionate smile, and then beckoned her to come with him out the door.
"Of course, Mr. David Gordon. I'm right there with ya!" **You're so sweet, Gordo, you really are. I don't know what I'll do without you . . .**
Upon hearing Lizzie's last thought, Gordo began to feel tears starting to form. But, he didn't want her to see him crying, so he quickly mustered all the strength he could to fight back the tears, composed himself, then placed his hands on Lizzie's shoulders, smiled again, and said, "come on, let's go, " and then the pair leisurely walked out the door and headed towards the nearby park.
