Hey everybody...long time no write huh?
I want to apologize for that. Summer was hectic, and I just didn't feel like doing anymore 'Lizzie' stuff. But when I got my video yesterday I was like, 'Ya know, I need to get back to work'. So I have.
I think this was good for me, because this week two kids from my school died in a tragic car crash. It's been really hard to deal with, and I needed something to help me unwind.
So now, before you continue, *stick out arm* You all get a free slap for my laziness and stupidity!
Okay on with the story!
Disclaimer: Nope don't own anything, except for the Felderman clan.
Chapter 9: Dumb Girl
"David!" Adam attempted to go into his son's room, but it slammed in face. "Let me in, this instant!" he demanded, jiggling the locked knob.
There was no answer from inside.
Gordo flopped down on his bed. How much worse could his life get? How could this be happening?
He heard the lock pop on his door, and his father burst in.
"So what now, I don't even get any privacy? You've disrupted my life once already tonight Dad, do you really need to do it again?" Gordo bolted up from his bed, looking his father right in the eye.
"Yes I do!" Adam face was purple.
"Oh my God!" Gordo sat down and rested his head in hands. "You'd think, you'd THINK that as a psychologist you wouldn't try to ruin you're child's life."
"David that has nothing to do with this! The only reason we try to set you up with Sarah was because we were afraid you'd go through your life lonely. We didn't want to see you live through High School out-casted."
"Hmmm...funny Dad haven't I always had friends?" He replied hotly.
"Yes, Lizzie and Miranda..."
"Oh...no...I know where this is going." Gordo jumped up again, shaking his head in disgust. "I can't believe this." He stared at his Father in disgust, "You-you thought I was going to be gay. And you freaked out!"
Mr. Gordon looked at the ground.
"Dad, this is ME we're talking about here. Besides, don't you think I would have come to you if I had thought of that at all? You see gay people everyday; you even support GLAD, what would be wrong with ME being gay? Isn't that a bit hypocritical?"
"Yeah, you're right I'm sorry." Adam looked away, running his hand over his short hair. "I guess I was just sort of scared about what the rest of the family would say."
"Yeah, but Dad, I'm not so it would matter, and even it did, I've always been sort of different, and I doubt the family would go postal just because of it."
"Think back to your Grand-father David."
"True. Opa wouldn't be too happy I guess, but he wouldn't hate me!" Gordo sighed, "I mean...God it's not like I am anyway! " he paused, "So are we good now? You're not still mad?"
"But wait, wait, don't even THINK that you're going to wiggle out of this. Are you dating Lizzie?"
Gordo sat down, "Yeah, since Freshman year."
Adam's jaw dropped. "So let me get this straight, you would have told me you were gay, if you had been of course, but you couldn't find the time to confide in me the fact that there was no point to you being with Sarah?" The anger was returning to his voice.
"Because I knew you would have acted like this!" Gordo was back on his feet, for the third time.
"Now who's the hypocrite?" Adam demanded.
"We knew you'd get mad over the religion difference!" Gordo cried.
Adam bit his lip; he couldn't yell anymore, he began heading for the door, just to get away from his son, he shouldn't have blown up like that. But he stopped just before crossing into the hallway, he found a ticket sitting on his son's desk, he picked it up.
"What are you doing?" Gordo demanded.
Adam read it thoughtfully, and then said, "You were going to go to Prom with her."
"Well yeah, I always go to social things at school with her, since you know, we were dating Dad."
"And you led your mother and I to believe that was all out of friendship."
"How else would you have let us go?? We always went like that so you wouldn't know."
He shook his head. "Well guess what? You're still going to Prom, but you're going with Sarah, you can buy tickets at the door right? Because obviously Lizzie has the other ticket."
Gordo opened his mouth.
"And don't lie to my David, I'll have your head if you do."
He nodded meekly.
"I'll call the Felderman's tomorrow, to make sure she Sarah has a dress. And you will still go to Prom my son, just with the girl I intend on seeing you marry."
"Dad may I remind you that in two weeks both Lizzie and I will be 18 years old, I can do whatever the hell I want, whenever I want." Gordo's voice was flat and even, he was attempting his composure.
"Not if you want the money to go to college. You're grounded, for three weeks. Make it four for swearing." And he marched out, the door slamming behind him.
For a long moment Gordo starred at the back of that door.
"Holy shit..."
--
She attempted to make a mad dash to the stairway, but her mother's voice stopped her.
"Elizabeth Brooke McGuire, I want an explanation and I want one now."
Lizzie looked from face to the other, fear ebbing away, replaced by anger.
"I don't see why I even owe you one," she snapped. "I was curling up with Gordo on the couch...because..." she paused, "because I love him," she finished.
"You, LOVE him?" Sam demanded.
"We have been best friends for seventeen years Dad!" Lizzie cried exasperatedly. "And we've been dating for the past three years!"
"You...you've been dating?" Jo stammered.
"Yeah...we have been Mom. We didn't say anything, because the Gordons were trying to set Gordo up with that Sarah girl...and we didn't want everyone to think it was this big deal incase it didn't work out...and..." she paused again not really sure what to say.
"You've been dating for three years?? You've managed to stay in love with each other, and be a happy couple for three years?" Jo whispered.
Lizzie nodded.
"Oh, my God, honey!" she rushed over and hugged her daughter. "I am so proud of you for being mature enough to handle that."
"Thanks Mom," Lizzie whispered as she returned her Mother's tight embrace.
But Sam was still staring at her, a cross expression on his face. "Lizzie, I love you, and Gordo...he's a great kid. I am okay with you two together...but three years is a long time. And I read 'Parent Magazine'..." he stopped at the shocked expression on his wife's face, "Well I do!" he snapped, "Anyway the point is, I know some kids that aren't even together that long...and they...um...they..."
"We haven't had sex yet Dad if that's what you're wondering," Lizzie answered cutting him off. "No where even close to that. We both have morals; I would expect you of all people to realize that I'm not that kind of person."
He nodded looking relieved, and then in a swift motion hurried over to hug his daughter.
Wrapped in the love of her parents, Lizzie felt a lot better about that evening. She was glad they knew...she was tired of hiding her love.
~*~Fathers be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers, who turn into mothers
So Mothers be good to your daughters too~*~
--
The May air was warm around Lizzie's shoulders as she pulled her sweater on, and began to walk down her sidewalk, set out for the Gordon's.
No one had answered the telephone that afternoon, and so finally Lizzie decided the best way was to simply walk down and demand to speak with the whole family. Mrs. McGuire had offered a thousand times to accompany her, but Lizzie chose to handle this on her own. Her flipping stomach kept making her think about Gordo, and how she knew the main reason she was going through with this was because eventually she could see herself married to Gordo...and being the Gordon's daughter-in-law. They'd been a part of her life for as long as she could remember, and they were not about to slither out of the picture now.
She walked down the smooth sidewalk, attempting to keep control of her jittery nerves. The house was coming into view a head, and Lizzie breathed in again, finally stopping at then of their driveway.
"Okay, here we go."
She was walking up the stone path to the front door when she heard someone laugh loudly; it seemed to be coming from the backyard.
Lizzie wound her way around the shrubbery and trees in the Gordon's side yard, finally with a clear view of the back lawn, and stopping dead in her tracks she saw Gordo holding a dark haired girl in his arms. Both of them had large smiles, laughter filling the tiny clearing.
Lizzie put a hand over her mouth, trying with difficulty to suck in some air through her nose, attempting to fill her lungs with oxygen which she was greatly lacking at that moment.
She leaned forward ever so slightly, and a twig snapped under her blue bowling shoes. The sharp snap startled Sarah and Gordo, causing their smiles to disappear and them to release each other's embrace.
"Lizzie!" Gordo cried, and began to head towards her, but Lizzie wasn't listening, she turned on her heel in horror and sprinted out of the yard. "Lizzie!!" he screamed chasing after her. But before he could escape the boundaries of his own yard, a hand caught his arm and pulled him back, it was his Father.
"What are you doing?" he demanded, "Sarah's waiting, you're lucky we don't tell the Feldermans this whole story," Gordo stared at him, as his father turned away and went back into the house. He turned away and watched as he saw her blonde hair fly around the corner...and she was gone.
What was he going to do?
~*~ And I don't know where you went when you left me but It says here in the water, you must be gone by now I can tell somehow I'm filled with sadness ~*~
-One Month Later-
"Did you see her?"
"Yes! She's so beautiful!"
"How did he land her??"
The whispers were everywhere that Monday. It was less than two weeks till graduation, and that Saturday had been Prom. Everyone was a buzz over Gordo's date Sarah.
Lizzie didn't know, she hadn't attended.
That month was the worst of her life. The feeling in her stomach was like a rock, just lying there. Her heart felt nothing...it was lifeless and dead...
~*~He broke my heart today
I don't know what to say
I can't feel a thing at all
I did not see it comin'
Now you just a man that got away
I look at the ground
And give the sky the middle finger
Something inside said
"Here's a day you should remember
So mark it on a wall"~*~
Walking down the hallway she would everyone's eyes, especially his. He had tried to call her, talk to her, leave her notes...but she didn't want to listen, hadn't he hurt enough already?
~*~I never believed it could happen to me
Something like this only happens to dumb girls
Taking themselves too seriously
I was so damn smart
I was the one girl
Who never believed it could happen to me
Something like this only happens to somebody else~*~
She concentrated instead on her homework, her classes, all her tests and most importantly finals. A week after break up she received her acceptance letter to NYU, in three months she'd be there, far away from Gordo and all the things she needed to forget.
She wasn't going to be dumb any longer. She needed to grow up.
~*~I guess I'm just a dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb girl
That's what I am
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb girl~*~
--
The finale will come within the next few weeks and then maybe I'll get back to 'Stuck'
Jen
I want to apologize for that. Summer was hectic, and I just didn't feel like doing anymore 'Lizzie' stuff. But when I got my video yesterday I was like, 'Ya know, I need to get back to work'. So I have.
I think this was good for me, because this week two kids from my school died in a tragic car crash. It's been really hard to deal with, and I needed something to help me unwind.
So now, before you continue, *stick out arm* You all get a free slap for my laziness and stupidity!
Okay on with the story!
Disclaimer: Nope don't own anything, except for the Felderman clan.
Chapter 9: Dumb Girl
"David!" Adam attempted to go into his son's room, but it slammed in face. "Let me in, this instant!" he demanded, jiggling the locked knob.
There was no answer from inside.
Gordo flopped down on his bed. How much worse could his life get? How could this be happening?
He heard the lock pop on his door, and his father burst in.
"So what now, I don't even get any privacy? You've disrupted my life once already tonight Dad, do you really need to do it again?" Gordo bolted up from his bed, looking his father right in the eye.
"Yes I do!" Adam face was purple.
"Oh my God!" Gordo sat down and rested his head in hands. "You'd think, you'd THINK that as a psychologist you wouldn't try to ruin you're child's life."
"David that has nothing to do with this! The only reason we try to set you up with Sarah was because we were afraid you'd go through your life lonely. We didn't want to see you live through High School out-casted."
"Hmmm...funny Dad haven't I always had friends?" He replied hotly.
"Yes, Lizzie and Miranda..."
"Oh...no...I know where this is going." Gordo jumped up again, shaking his head in disgust. "I can't believe this." He stared at his Father in disgust, "You-you thought I was going to be gay. And you freaked out!"
Mr. Gordon looked at the ground.
"Dad, this is ME we're talking about here. Besides, don't you think I would have come to you if I had thought of that at all? You see gay people everyday; you even support GLAD, what would be wrong with ME being gay? Isn't that a bit hypocritical?"
"Yeah, you're right I'm sorry." Adam looked away, running his hand over his short hair. "I guess I was just sort of scared about what the rest of the family would say."
"Yeah, but Dad, I'm not so it would matter, and even it did, I've always been sort of different, and I doubt the family would go postal just because of it."
"Think back to your Grand-father David."
"True. Opa wouldn't be too happy I guess, but he wouldn't hate me!" Gordo sighed, "I mean...God it's not like I am anyway! " he paused, "So are we good now? You're not still mad?"
"But wait, wait, don't even THINK that you're going to wiggle out of this. Are you dating Lizzie?"
Gordo sat down, "Yeah, since Freshman year."
Adam's jaw dropped. "So let me get this straight, you would have told me you were gay, if you had been of course, but you couldn't find the time to confide in me the fact that there was no point to you being with Sarah?" The anger was returning to his voice.
"Because I knew you would have acted like this!" Gordo was back on his feet, for the third time.
"Now who's the hypocrite?" Adam demanded.
"We knew you'd get mad over the religion difference!" Gordo cried.
Adam bit his lip; he couldn't yell anymore, he began heading for the door, just to get away from his son, he shouldn't have blown up like that. But he stopped just before crossing into the hallway, he found a ticket sitting on his son's desk, he picked it up.
"What are you doing?" Gordo demanded.
Adam read it thoughtfully, and then said, "You were going to go to Prom with her."
"Well yeah, I always go to social things at school with her, since you know, we were dating Dad."
"And you led your mother and I to believe that was all out of friendship."
"How else would you have let us go?? We always went like that so you wouldn't know."
He shook his head. "Well guess what? You're still going to Prom, but you're going with Sarah, you can buy tickets at the door right? Because obviously Lizzie has the other ticket."
Gordo opened his mouth.
"And don't lie to my David, I'll have your head if you do."
He nodded meekly.
"I'll call the Felderman's tomorrow, to make sure she Sarah has a dress. And you will still go to Prom my son, just with the girl I intend on seeing you marry."
"Dad may I remind you that in two weeks both Lizzie and I will be 18 years old, I can do whatever the hell I want, whenever I want." Gordo's voice was flat and even, he was attempting his composure.
"Not if you want the money to go to college. You're grounded, for three weeks. Make it four for swearing." And he marched out, the door slamming behind him.
For a long moment Gordo starred at the back of that door.
"Holy shit..."
--
She attempted to make a mad dash to the stairway, but her mother's voice stopped her.
"Elizabeth Brooke McGuire, I want an explanation and I want one now."
Lizzie looked from face to the other, fear ebbing away, replaced by anger.
"I don't see why I even owe you one," she snapped. "I was curling up with Gordo on the couch...because..." she paused, "because I love him," she finished.
"You, LOVE him?" Sam demanded.
"We have been best friends for seventeen years Dad!" Lizzie cried exasperatedly. "And we've been dating for the past three years!"
"You...you've been dating?" Jo stammered.
"Yeah...we have been Mom. We didn't say anything, because the Gordons were trying to set Gordo up with that Sarah girl...and we didn't want everyone to think it was this big deal incase it didn't work out...and..." she paused again not really sure what to say.
"You've been dating for three years?? You've managed to stay in love with each other, and be a happy couple for three years?" Jo whispered.
Lizzie nodded.
"Oh, my God, honey!" she rushed over and hugged her daughter. "I am so proud of you for being mature enough to handle that."
"Thanks Mom," Lizzie whispered as she returned her Mother's tight embrace.
But Sam was still staring at her, a cross expression on his face. "Lizzie, I love you, and Gordo...he's a great kid. I am okay with you two together...but three years is a long time. And I read 'Parent Magazine'..." he stopped at the shocked expression on his wife's face, "Well I do!" he snapped, "Anyway the point is, I know some kids that aren't even together that long...and they...um...they..."
"We haven't had sex yet Dad if that's what you're wondering," Lizzie answered cutting him off. "No where even close to that. We both have morals; I would expect you of all people to realize that I'm not that kind of person."
He nodded looking relieved, and then in a swift motion hurried over to hug his daughter.
Wrapped in the love of her parents, Lizzie felt a lot better about that evening. She was glad they knew...she was tired of hiding her love.
~*~Fathers be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers, who turn into mothers
So Mothers be good to your daughters too~*~
--
The May air was warm around Lizzie's shoulders as she pulled her sweater on, and began to walk down her sidewalk, set out for the Gordon's.
No one had answered the telephone that afternoon, and so finally Lizzie decided the best way was to simply walk down and demand to speak with the whole family. Mrs. McGuire had offered a thousand times to accompany her, but Lizzie chose to handle this on her own. Her flipping stomach kept making her think about Gordo, and how she knew the main reason she was going through with this was because eventually she could see herself married to Gordo...and being the Gordon's daughter-in-law. They'd been a part of her life for as long as she could remember, and they were not about to slither out of the picture now.
She walked down the smooth sidewalk, attempting to keep control of her jittery nerves. The house was coming into view a head, and Lizzie breathed in again, finally stopping at then of their driveway.
"Okay, here we go."
She was walking up the stone path to the front door when she heard someone laugh loudly; it seemed to be coming from the backyard.
Lizzie wound her way around the shrubbery and trees in the Gordon's side yard, finally with a clear view of the back lawn, and stopping dead in her tracks she saw Gordo holding a dark haired girl in his arms. Both of them had large smiles, laughter filling the tiny clearing.
Lizzie put a hand over her mouth, trying with difficulty to suck in some air through her nose, attempting to fill her lungs with oxygen which she was greatly lacking at that moment.
She leaned forward ever so slightly, and a twig snapped under her blue bowling shoes. The sharp snap startled Sarah and Gordo, causing their smiles to disappear and them to release each other's embrace.
"Lizzie!" Gordo cried, and began to head towards her, but Lizzie wasn't listening, she turned on her heel in horror and sprinted out of the yard. "Lizzie!!" he screamed chasing after her. But before he could escape the boundaries of his own yard, a hand caught his arm and pulled him back, it was his Father.
"What are you doing?" he demanded, "Sarah's waiting, you're lucky we don't tell the Feldermans this whole story," Gordo stared at him, as his father turned away and went back into the house. He turned away and watched as he saw her blonde hair fly around the corner...and she was gone.
What was he going to do?
~*~ And I don't know where you went when you left me but It says here in the water, you must be gone by now I can tell somehow I'm filled with sadness ~*~
-One Month Later-
"Did you see her?"
"Yes! She's so beautiful!"
"How did he land her??"
The whispers were everywhere that Monday. It was less than two weeks till graduation, and that Saturday had been Prom. Everyone was a buzz over Gordo's date Sarah.
Lizzie didn't know, she hadn't attended.
That month was the worst of her life. The feeling in her stomach was like a rock, just lying there. Her heart felt nothing...it was lifeless and dead...
~*~He broke my heart today
I don't know what to say
I can't feel a thing at all
I did not see it comin'
Now you just a man that got away
I look at the ground
And give the sky the middle finger
Something inside said
"Here's a day you should remember
So mark it on a wall"~*~
Walking down the hallway she would everyone's eyes, especially his. He had tried to call her, talk to her, leave her notes...but she didn't want to listen, hadn't he hurt enough already?
~*~I never believed it could happen to me
Something like this only happens to dumb girls
Taking themselves too seriously
I was so damn smart
I was the one girl
Who never believed it could happen to me
Something like this only happens to somebody else~*~
She concentrated instead on her homework, her classes, all her tests and most importantly finals. A week after break up she received her acceptance letter to NYU, in three months she'd be there, far away from Gordo and all the things she needed to forget.
She wasn't going to be dumb any longer. She needed to grow up.
~*~I guess I'm just a dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb girl
That's what I am
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb girl~*~
--
The finale will come within the next few weeks and then maybe I'll get back to 'Stuck'
Jen
