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~Lock Down~

Chapter 2

"Isabella?" He asks, unbelieving.

"You are absolutely not leaving this room," she says firmly.

"Isabella, if I don't leave now Lizzie's gonna kill me or something."

"You bet I am!" Lizzie says, glaring at Gordo and Isabella.

"Please let me leave," Gordo says, looking pleadingly at Isabella.

"No," she says simply.

"What?" Lizzie and Gordo say simultaneously.

"No," she repeats. "I'm not letting you out. You two have issues that need to be dealt with, and they cannot wait. As long as you're both in the same room and as long as your emotions are out in the open, you might as well talk them out. I'm going to keep you two in here until you work everything out." She walks to the door. As she's about to leave, she pokes her head back in the door. "And don't even think about leaving."

She closes the door and Gordo looks at the floor, watching his feet.

Lizzie is standing across the room from him, standing with her arms crossed, glaring at him. He thinks he knows her? And she's supposed to stay here with him? And talk about emotions with him? Hah. Yeah right.

"Look," she says, moving towards the door. "I don't care if you want to stay here, but I'm leaving." She tries the door, but it's locked. "Locked," she snarls. "How dare she?"

Gordo still hasn't said anything.

"Well, sit down," she sneers at him. "Are you gonna stand there all night?"

He shakes his head and sits down on a chair.

"I don't know why Isabella has us locked up in here," she says after a few minutes. "But it's obvious that she thinks we have some unresolved problems to…resolve. And since I don't have anything to say, you tell me: What's this all about?"

He looks up at her. She is taken aback at how sad his eyes are. "I don't know," He says. He looks down again, but in a moment, he looks at her again. "Actually, I do know." He stands up and walks to the French doors that open to the balcony. He slides his hand up and down the varnished wood. He turns to look at her over his shoulder. "But I really don't feel like telling you right now."

She is angry. "Why not?"

"Party because you keep biting my head off like that. Partly because you would sneer at me and not accept what I have to say, and that's not why Isabella locked us in here. That's not why she locked the door."

Lizzie seems to be considering this for a moment. "But she didn't lock the balcony door!" She rushes towards the door.

Gordo sighs. Funny, I thought she was capable of deep thought. Guess not.

She opens the door and walks out onto the balcony. "Hah!" She exclaims triumphantly. "Outsmarted her!"

Gordo stands in the doorway, watching her. "And now what are you going to do?" He asks. "Jump off? We're on the 6th floor."

"Duh," she answers. "I'm going to climb down." She starts to put her leg over the edge of the balcony. Gordo is fighting the internal urge to rush over and help her, protect her from harm. But before he can argue with himself over it, a spotlight lights Lizzie up and a voice, magnified by a megaphone begins chastising her in rapid Italian.

"Ahh! It's Sergei!" She cries angrily. Gordo steps forward and helps her off the edge of the balcony. "Thanks," she said roughly, stepping away from him. She goes back into the hotel room. He sighs and rolls his eyes and follows her back in.

Does Isabella really expect me to confess to Lizzie what I feel for her? Like that's gonna happen.

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