Chapter 9: Not-So-Cool
Lizzie's POV
I was bursting with happiness as I rode my bike down the street. It was pouring rain, but that's mainly why I was happy. Gordo and I had a date alone in the park, and the rain just made it even more romantic.
I could imagine him and I, walking down the path with linked fingers, whispering cute little comments to each other. Or we could be dancing up and down, playing in the rain, and then he would lend me his jacket because I was cold, but it was soaking, too, and we'd burst out laughing.
I could imagine us on a bench, his hand on my cheek, whispering that he loved me and we'd kiss, right there, in the rain.
That was the great thing about Gordo. Every time you saw him, your heart would stop beating, and somehow, just one little touch from him could calm your nerves down.
You wouldn't be shy to anything. If he told you to dance around, you'd have the courage to do it, because he was there, encouraging you. When you tripped, he was there to break your fall.
You could just laugh at anything, like two birds making a nest, and he'd laugh along with you. And when he looked at you, it was like 'boom!' and you'd lose all of your worries.
When you were with Gordo, every single gesture, every smile, everything, was romantic.
I smiled as I parked my bike in the bike rack and headed toward our spot, under this huge tree. We'd grown up by that tree, and it had our initials carved into it. If you saw the tree, this is what you'd see:
L & G- BFFs
9/2/95
And under it, encircled in a large heart;
L
&
G
4ever
7/10/03
I grinned at the thought. We had carved the first message years ago, when we were merely six or seven. And the second one we had just carved three and a half weeks before for our one-weeks anniversary celebration.
I bounded toward the tree, but found out that there was no one there.
'Oh, he's probably just late.' I thought.
But ten minutes later, he wasn't there. I stood there under the tree, hoping no to get too drenched, wondering where he could be. This was the right day, right? I mentally checked the day. Yup, right date. Time?
3:45... Yeah, it was scheduled for 3:30.
3:30pm on Sunday, August 3rd.
Then why wasn't he here yet?
I tapped my foot impatiently and wondered if he had told me to meet him somewhere else. I began walking around the park, searching for Gordo. Not in the playground, not by the tennis courts, not by the picnic area...
Then I saw him.
And someone else.
Dancing in the rain.
I ducked behind a picnic table in the picnic area and watched them. That other girl was Miranda! I heard them squealing, and him throwing water on her.
"Stop it, Gordo!" She yelled, and started chasing him around a tree nearby.
I watched in envy. What was going on here!? Was Gordo on a date with Miranda???
Nah.
I peered closer. They were running in circles. It sure *looked* like a date. Definitely. Then I saw Miranda trip over the tree stump and fall down, and Gordo fell on top of her. I gasped loudly as they burst out laughing.
He had stood me up to go on a date with Miranda!
'No.' I thought. 'It can't be what it looks like. Gordo would never do that to me. I'm his girlfriend.'
But my eyes couldn't believe it.
He struggled to get up, and they slumped against the tree trunk and started reading papers that were on the ground.
"I don't know..." said Miranda. "I think we should think about it."
I recognized that line! I breathed a sigh of relief. They had just met to practice the show's lines! We had shot only one episode so far, and it wasn't very comforting watching Kyle and Skye flirt all the time.
I felt like a criminal watching them from the slit of a picnic table, so I got up and walked away, hoping that practicing their lines was all they were doing.
I knew I should have trusted Gordo, but after what I saw, I couldn't be so sure.
Was it just me, or were Miranda and he getting a little more into character then necessary?
Probably just me.
Lizzie's POV
I was bursting with happiness as I rode my bike down the street. It was pouring rain, but that's mainly why I was happy. Gordo and I had a date alone in the park, and the rain just made it even more romantic.
I could imagine him and I, walking down the path with linked fingers, whispering cute little comments to each other. Or we could be dancing up and down, playing in the rain, and then he would lend me his jacket because I was cold, but it was soaking, too, and we'd burst out laughing.
I could imagine us on a bench, his hand on my cheek, whispering that he loved me and we'd kiss, right there, in the rain.
That was the great thing about Gordo. Every time you saw him, your heart would stop beating, and somehow, just one little touch from him could calm your nerves down.
You wouldn't be shy to anything. If he told you to dance around, you'd have the courage to do it, because he was there, encouraging you. When you tripped, he was there to break your fall.
You could just laugh at anything, like two birds making a nest, and he'd laugh along with you. And when he looked at you, it was like 'boom!' and you'd lose all of your worries.
When you were with Gordo, every single gesture, every smile, everything, was romantic.
I smiled as I parked my bike in the bike rack and headed toward our spot, under this huge tree. We'd grown up by that tree, and it had our initials carved into it. If you saw the tree, this is what you'd see:
L & G- BFFs
9/2/95
And under it, encircled in a large heart;
L
&
G
4ever
7/10/03
I grinned at the thought. We had carved the first message years ago, when we were merely six or seven. And the second one we had just carved three and a half weeks before for our one-weeks anniversary celebration.
I bounded toward the tree, but found out that there was no one there.
'Oh, he's probably just late.' I thought.
But ten minutes later, he wasn't there. I stood there under the tree, hoping no to get too drenched, wondering where he could be. This was the right day, right? I mentally checked the day. Yup, right date. Time?
3:45... Yeah, it was scheduled for 3:30.
3:30pm on Sunday, August 3rd.
Then why wasn't he here yet?
I tapped my foot impatiently and wondered if he had told me to meet him somewhere else. I began walking around the park, searching for Gordo. Not in the playground, not by the tennis courts, not by the picnic area...
Then I saw him.
And someone else.
Dancing in the rain.
I ducked behind a picnic table in the picnic area and watched them. That other girl was Miranda! I heard them squealing, and him throwing water on her.
"Stop it, Gordo!" She yelled, and started chasing him around a tree nearby.
I watched in envy. What was going on here!? Was Gordo on a date with Miranda???
Nah.
I peered closer. They were running in circles. It sure *looked* like a date. Definitely. Then I saw Miranda trip over the tree stump and fall down, and Gordo fell on top of her. I gasped loudly as they burst out laughing.
He had stood me up to go on a date with Miranda!
'No.' I thought. 'It can't be what it looks like. Gordo would never do that to me. I'm his girlfriend.'
But my eyes couldn't believe it.
He struggled to get up, and they slumped against the tree trunk and started reading papers that were on the ground.
"I don't know..." said Miranda. "I think we should think about it."
I recognized that line! I breathed a sigh of relief. They had just met to practice the show's lines! We had shot only one episode so far, and it wasn't very comforting watching Kyle and Skye flirt all the time.
I felt like a criminal watching them from the slit of a picnic table, so I got up and walked away, hoping that practicing their lines was all they were doing.
I knew I should have trusted Gordo, but after what I saw, I couldn't be so sure.
Was it just me, or were Miranda and he getting a little more into character then necessary?
Probably just me.
