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It was bad enough that Gordo's dad told him he loved him every five minutes now, but school was torture. Lizzie had only told Miranda and Ethan, he could tell. No one looked at him differently then before. At lunch he sat with some other friends, and he knew they didn't know anything. He hadn't spoken to Lizzie since the incident. Both Miranda and Ethan had called.
--flashback--
"Hello?"
"Hi, Gordo? It's Miranda."
"Oh, hey." Gordo twirled the phone chord around his finger, as he sat downstairs at the kitchen table. It was Sunday morning, and his father folded back a corner of the paper to look at his son.
"Look, um, Lizzie told me-"
"I really don't wanna talk about this."
"I do. Gordo, you know you can talk to me anytime you feel down. I don't hate, in fact, I love you and I'm always there for you to talk to if you feel really bad."
"Thanks Miranda, but theres really nothing to talk about."
"Okay."
--end flashback--
Five minutes later Ethan had called, with a much similar call. It had been a month since he told Lizzie, and she hadn;t talked to him since. He now experienced highs and lows all the time. The only time he had highs were when he was home alone and could forget his troubles. He hadn't made a movie since the break-up, and that was probably part of his problem. He had won a junior film-festival last year, and $1000 towards his next movie. That money sat in the bank, slowly but surley gaining interest. He hadn't gone online in a month, and his friends who didn't know were trying to figure out what was wrong. His dad tried to take him out to dinner, to talk to him about his love-life, and other things too. "So, any guys you've been hanging around with Gordo?"
"Just the usual."
"Ah." That was the premisis of all their conversations these days.
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Slowly, Gordo climbed the stairs to the top of the highest building in town. He wanted it to be over. He wanted it to be done. He was going to kill himself.
At the top of the building he stood, looking down. It wasn't the highest building in the world, but he figured it would do.
He couldn't get himself to do it. He looked down and down and down. He saw a crowd of people looking up at him, and before long, the police. "Shit," he whispered to himself when he saw a young police-man pull out his megaphone.
"Are you alright, son?" Gordo didn't answer. He just kept looking down. He heard in the distance the school bell ring. Well, he thought to himself, I better get this overwith before anyone I know sees me. He climbed up to the ledge. "Son, please, get down. What do you want? I'll give you anything you want. Just climb down."
"I want to die!" Gordo screamed.
"Gordo!" He saw Miranda, Lizzie, and Ethan standing side by side. Miranda yelled again. "Gordo?! What the fuck are you doing?"
"What does it look like!?"
"Come down! You're scaring me!" The policeman pulled the three away, and Miranda's confused look turned into anger and sadness.
"Son, please, just step down and let's talk about this."
"Lets not." He took another step, and heard a scream and gasps. "There's nothing for me to live for."
"Just, step down. We're gonna send someone up."
"You better not or I'll jump I swear."
"Gordo! Please!" Miranda had some how loosened herself from the policeman's grip and started running up the stairs. He sighed, and stepped backwards.
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It was bad enough that Gordo's dad told him he loved him every five minutes now, but school was torture. Lizzie had only told Miranda and Ethan, he could tell. No one looked at him differently then before. At lunch he sat with some other friends, and he knew they didn't know anything. He hadn't spoken to Lizzie since the incident. Both Miranda and Ethan had called.
--flashback--
"Hello?"
"Hi, Gordo? It's Miranda."
"Oh, hey." Gordo twirled the phone chord around his finger, as he sat downstairs at the kitchen table. It was Sunday morning, and his father folded back a corner of the paper to look at his son.
"Look, um, Lizzie told me-"
"I really don't wanna talk about this."
"I do. Gordo, you know you can talk to me anytime you feel down. I don't hate, in fact, I love you and I'm always there for you to talk to if you feel really bad."
"Thanks Miranda, but theres really nothing to talk about."
"Okay."
--end flashback--
Five minutes later Ethan had called, with a much similar call. It had been a month since he told Lizzie, and she hadn;t talked to him since. He now experienced highs and lows all the time. The only time he had highs were when he was home alone and could forget his troubles. He hadn't made a movie since the break-up, and that was probably part of his problem. He had won a junior film-festival last year, and $1000 towards his next movie. That money sat in the bank, slowly but surley gaining interest. He hadn't gone online in a month, and his friends who didn't know were trying to figure out what was wrong. His dad tried to take him out to dinner, to talk to him about his love-life, and other things too. "So, any guys you've been hanging around with Gordo?"
"Just the usual."
"Ah." That was the premisis of all their conversations these days.
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Slowly, Gordo climbed the stairs to the top of the highest building in town. He wanted it to be over. He wanted it to be done. He was going to kill himself.
At the top of the building he stood, looking down. It wasn't the highest building in the world, but he figured it would do.
He couldn't get himself to do it. He looked down and down and down. He saw a crowd of people looking up at him, and before long, the police. "Shit," he whispered to himself when he saw a young police-man pull out his megaphone.
"Are you alright, son?" Gordo didn't answer. He just kept looking down. He heard in the distance the school bell ring. Well, he thought to himself, I better get this overwith before anyone I know sees me. He climbed up to the ledge. "Son, please, get down. What do you want? I'll give you anything you want. Just climb down."
"I want to die!" Gordo screamed.
"Gordo!" He saw Miranda, Lizzie, and Ethan standing side by side. Miranda yelled again. "Gordo?! What the fuck are you doing?"
"What does it look like!?"
"Come down! You're scaring me!" The policeman pulled the three away, and Miranda's confused look turned into anger and sadness.
"Son, please, just step down and let's talk about this."
"Lets not." He took another step, and heard a scream and gasps. "There's nothing for me to live for."
"Just, step down. We're gonna send someone up."
"You better not or I'll jump I swear."
"Gordo! Please!" Miranda had some how loosened herself from the policeman's grip and started running up the stairs. He sighed, and stepped backwards.