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The night went successfully, and by the end of the movie, Miranda and Ethan were back to old habits. Tongues entwined they found each other again.
Lizzie, on the other hand, wasn't even holding Gordo's hand. He didn't want to do anything with her anymore. Ever since they had sex, he had been distant and weird. He leaned over and whispered, "I made a movie with the exact same plot as this."
"Love triangle, Gordo? Everyone makes those."
"I guess. Popcorn?" She shook her head and her long blond hair, about an inch longer then Miranda's, shook also. She drifted off into her own state of mind. What was up with Gordo? Was he scared of moving to the next level? Was something wrong at home? She remembered the morning she had woken up next to Gordo.
--flashback--
The rain was falling hard that morning. It was strange for it to rain in June, but she loved the rain, so she didn't complain. She opened her eyes to a dark room. Her room. Her parents were at her younger brother's soccer tournament in San Francisco and she had the house to herself. He rolled her head sideways and saw Gordo. His long brown hair hung over his eyes. His eyes, with his long eyelashes, were closed and his chest rose up and down with every breath. She whispered, "I love him," quietly to herself.
--end flashback--
Had Gordo heard her? Is that why he was acting so strange? Maybe. But she had to know. She would talk to him later.
The movie was over. Lizzie snapped out of her thought, and realized this. She followed the other three out of the theater.
"Yo Gordo, I'm taking Miranda home. Lizzie can drive you, right?"
"Yea sure man. Have fun." He smiled at Ethan, and Ethan playfully punched him in the arm.
"You bet." He ran off.
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"Hey, do you think I could come up?"
"Tonight...isn't really good for me Lizzie. I have a cough and I don't wanna give it to you."
"No, not that. I just wanna talk." His straight brown hair covered his eyebrows, and half of his eyes. It flipped out right by the ears. He looked like Jimmy Fallon with his longer hair. His eyes were the deepest Lizzie had ever looked into. He was so beautiful.
"Yea, sure, I guess." He was reluctant, but finally let her in.
They tiptoed up the stairs and finally reached Gordo's room. "What is it you wanted to talk about."
"About us."
"What about us?"
"Okay, not us mostly, you."
"Okay...what about me."
"What has been up with you lately? You never want to do anything anymore."
"I guess I'm having a mid-teen crisis."
"Gordo, this isn't a joke. There's something going on and i want you to tell me."
He sat and threw his keys on his desk, abruptly waking his father next door. "I know it's not a joke Lizzie. I just can't tell you."
"You can tell me anything." She sat next to him and grabbed his hand. "Is it me? Are you not attracted to me? Is it the sex?"
"It's all of those things."
"You're not attracted to me? What is it? Am I fat?"
"No, no, of course not. You're beautiful."
"You're not making any sense. Am I not your type?"
"I guess you could say that." Tears streaked down her face. He grasped her hand tighter. "Look, if I tell you, you will hate me, and I really don't want that."
"Why? Are you cheating on me?"
"Never."
"Do you love me."
"Yes."
"Then... what is it? You're confusing me Gordo."
"I...I can't..." He started to cry too. "I can't tell you."
"You can tell me anything, Gordo."
"Not this."
"Who can you tell?"
"No one."
"Is someone hurting you? Is it your dad? He wouldn't do that!"
"No, no one is doing anything to me. It's my fault. I don't want to drag you into this."
"Are you...gay?"
He didn't answer. She stood up and held her hand to her mouth. "You are."
"I didn't want to tell you. Now you hate me."
Lizzie looked at him for a while, and then grabbed her purse and ran downstairs. Gordo started to cry louder, and next door, his father sat with a mouth wide open.
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The night went successfully, and by the end of the movie, Miranda and Ethan were back to old habits. Tongues entwined they found each other again.
Lizzie, on the other hand, wasn't even holding Gordo's hand. He didn't want to do anything with her anymore. Ever since they had sex, he had been distant and weird. He leaned over and whispered, "I made a movie with the exact same plot as this."
"Love triangle, Gordo? Everyone makes those."
"I guess. Popcorn?" She shook her head and her long blond hair, about an inch longer then Miranda's, shook also. She drifted off into her own state of mind. What was up with Gordo? Was he scared of moving to the next level? Was something wrong at home? She remembered the morning she had woken up next to Gordo.
--flashback--
The rain was falling hard that morning. It was strange for it to rain in June, but she loved the rain, so she didn't complain. She opened her eyes to a dark room. Her room. Her parents were at her younger brother's soccer tournament in San Francisco and she had the house to herself. He rolled her head sideways and saw Gordo. His long brown hair hung over his eyes. His eyes, with his long eyelashes, were closed and his chest rose up and down with every breath. She whispered, "I love him," quietly to herself.
--end flashback--
Had Gordo heard her? Is that why he was acting so strange? Maybe. But she had to know. She would talk to him later.
The movie was over. Lizzie snapped out of her thought, and realized this. She followed the other three out of the theater.
"Yo Gordo, I'm taking Miranda home. Lizzie can drive you, right?"
"Yea sure man. Have fun." He smiled at Ethan, and Ethan playfully punched him in the arm.
"You bet." He ran off.
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"Hey, do you think I could come up?"
"Tonight...isn't really good for me Lizzie. I have a cough and I don't wanna give it to you."
"No, not that. I just wanna talk." His straight brown hair covered his eyebrows, and half of his eyes. It flipped out right by the ears. He looked like Jimmy Fallon with his longer hair. His eyes were the deepest Lizzie had ever looked into. He was so beautiful.
"Yea, sure, I guess." He was reluctant, but finally let her in.
They tiptoed up the stairs and finally reached Gordo's room. "What is it you wanted to talk about."
"About us."
"What about us?"
"Okay, not us mostly, you."
"Okay...what about me."
"What has been up with you lately? You never want to do anything anymore."
"I guess I'm having a mid-teen crisis."
"Gordo, this isn't a joke. There's something going on and i want you to tell me."
He sat and threw his keys on his desk, abruptly waking his father next door. "I know it's not a joke Lizzie. I just can't tell you."
"You can tell me anything." She sat next to him and grabbed his hand. "Is it me? Are you not attracted to me? Is it the sex?"
"It's all of those things."
"You're not attracted to me? What is it? Am I fat?"
"No, no, of course not. You're beautiful."
"You're not making any sense. Am I not your type?"
"I guess you could say that." Tears streaked down her face. He grasped her hand tighter. "Look, if I tell you, you will hate me, and I really don't want that."
"Why? Are you cheating on me?"
"Never."
"Do you love me."
"Yes."
"Then... what is it? You're confusing me Gordo."
"I...I can't..." He started to cry too. "I can't tell you."
"You can tell me anything, Gordo."
"Not this."
"Who can you tell?"
"No one."
"Is someone hurting you? Is it your dad? He wouldn't do that!"
"No, no one is doing anything to me. It's my fault. I don't want to drag you into this."
"Are you...gay?"
He didn't answer. She stood up and held her hand to her mouth. "You are."
"I didn't want to tell you. Now you hate me."
Lizzie looked at him for a while, and then grabbed her purse and ran downstairs. Gordo started to cry louder, and next door, his father sat with a mouth wide open.