disclaimer: don't own anything
for those of you who want to learn about kate; read my other fan fic to which this is a sequel (titled when i come around). if you guys keep asking i guess i will put it in again but i really dont wanna. i highly suggest you read that before reading any further.
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"You driving to school?"
"Miranda's picking me up."
"Ah. So, seniors, huh?"
"I guess."
"I remember it like it were yesterday your middle school graduation."
"Dad, those are so overrated." Lizzie peeled a banana and poured a small glass of orange juice. "Besides, Matt's a freshman now."
"You gonna bug him at school?"
"No."
"Oh."
Lizzie looked outside and saw a crappy old red Maxima parked in front of her house. "Guess we're taking Ethan's car. Bye dad."
"Bye sweetie, no drinking, no pot, no..."
Whatever else Lizzie wasn't supposed to be doing, she didn't hear. She shut the door and bounced out to the car, sliding in next to Gordo. "You look hott."
Gordo laughed. "Yea, yea, you too." Ethan steered off in the direction of school.
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Hughes High was a small school. It was in a pretty good neighborhood. The school colors, blue and yellow, blinded Lizzie when she walked into the main entrance. She saw one of her friends, Emmy, and ran towards her. "I havent seen you guys in forever! Gordo... hows ya doin? Get a guy... some summer lovin."
"Sadly no."
"And Lizzie, you?"
"I'll tell you about it later."
The truth was Lizzie hadn't met anyone, she just wanted to make it look like she had.
"And the famous Ethan and Miranda. Still goin out."
"Yep," Ethan replied, and grabbed Miranda by the waste and smothered her with humourous smooches.
"Just as frisky as I remember. Well, Jared's calling me."
"See ya later," Lizzie said. Miranda squeeled and pushed Ethan away.
"Stop, you're tickling me."
"Oh sure, I know that squeel."
"Shut up!" She playfully hit him in the arm. They walked off. Lizzie and Gordo slowly progressed towards the attendance office, where they would pick up their schedules.
"So, whatsup Gordo."
"Same, same," he simply replied.
"Look, um,"
"Yea?"
"You know homecoming dance?"
"Sure."
"Go with me. Please?! I don't have a date. And you don't. Please? I will be your best friend forever and ever after that!"
"Sure."
She looked surprised. "You already are my best friend forever and ever after that."
"I know. So, you will?"
"Yes."
"And you'll dance with me?"
"Yes."
"Slow dance?"
"Lizzie, I'm not repulsed by you. Don't worry."
"Oh. Well, that's great. Oh my god this line is so long!"
"Its always long."
"I guess." They got in line behind two big girls, laughing and talking loudly.
"Dang! School so stoopit!"
"Shit I know. I hate this shit. It stupit."
"mm hmm. Too many crackers."
"Girl, too many faggots at this damn school."
"Mm hmm."
Lizzie looked at Gordo, but he hadn't even seemed to notice. He was looking off, at some guy. "Look at him."
She did, and saw nothing special. He had a charming smile. "What about Brent?"
"Screw Brent he's straight."
"Yea, how do you know he's not."
"I don't. He just looks.... good. To me. He's not as hott as Brent, but he's way more attractive."
"What?"
He snapped out of it and looked back at it. "Oh nothing. Nevermind."
"Were you talking to me?"
"No, i was talking to those ghetto bitches in front of us," he said sarcastically. One of the girls turned around, gave him one of those top-to-bottom looks, and a weird noise from her mouth. "May I help you maam?"
"You call me a bitch?"
"Um...yea I'm pretty sure I did."
"You have a problem?"
"Not really. Just talking to myself."
"Damn." She turned back around and said something else obnoxious to her friend.
"God. Do you want to get yourself beat up?"
"Not really."
Gordo thought back to right after he had tried to jump off that building.
--flashback--
"So, Gordon is it?"
"Actually, that's my middle name. My friends just call me Gordo."
"So you prefer that?'
"Yes."
"So, do you know why you're in therapy?"
"I think we both do."
"Can you tell me why you did that?"
"I didn't want to deal with anything anymore."
"Like what."
"My best friend not talking to me."
"Why did she stop talking to you."
"Because we broke up cause I'm gay."
"Ah." He scribbled something down, and looked back up at Gordo.
"Let's talk about you're family."
--end flashback--
"Gordo, the line's moving."
"Sorry. I'm zoning out."
for those of you who want to learn about kate; read my other fan fic to which this is a sequel (titled when i come around). if you guys keep asking i guess i will put it in again but i really dont wanna. i highly suggest you read that before reading any further.
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"You driving to school?"
"Miranda's picking me up."
"Ah. So, seniors, huh?"
"I guess."
"I remember it like it were yesterday your middle school graduation."
"Dad, those are so overrated." Lizzie peeled a banana and poured a small glass of orange juice. "Besides, Matt's a freshman now."
"You gonna bug him at school?"
"No."
"Oh."
Lizzie looked outside and saw a crappy old red Maxima parked in front of her house. "Guess we're taking Ethan's car. Bye dad."
"Bye sweetie, no drinking, no pot, no..."
Whatever else Lizzie wasn't supposed to be doing, she didn't hear. She shut the door and bounced out to the car, sliding in next to Gordo. "You look hott."
Gordo laughed. "Yea, yea, you too." Ethan steered off in the direction of school.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hughes High was a small school. It was in a pretty good neighborhood. The school colors, blue and yellow, blinded Lizzie when she walked into the main entrance. She saw one of her friends, Emmy, and ran towards her. "I havent seen you guys in forever! Gordo... hows ya doin? Get a guy... some summer lovin."
"Sadly no."
"And Lizzie, you?"
"I'll tell you about it later."
The truth was Lizzie hadn't met anyone, she just wanted to make it look like she had.
"And the famous Ethan and Miranda. Still goin out."
"Yep," Ethan replied, and grabbed Miranda by the waste and smothered her with humourous smooches.
"Just as frisky as I remember. Well, Jared's calling me."
"See ya later," Lizzie said. Miranda squeeled and pushed Ethan away.
"Stop, you're tickling me."
"Oh sure, I know that squeel."
"Shut up!" She playfully hit him in the arm. They walked off. Lizzie and Gordo slowly progressed towards the attendance office, where they would pick up their schedules.
"So, whatsup Gordo."
"Same, same," he simply replied.
"Look, um,"
"Yea?"
"You know homecoming dance?"
"Sure."
"Go with me. Please?! I don't have a date. And you don't. Please? I will be your best friend forever and ever after that!"
"Sure."
She looked surprised. "You already are my best friend forever and ever after that."
"I know. So, you will?"
"Yes."
"And you'll dance with me?"
"Yes."
"Slow dance?"
"Lizzie, I'm not repulsed by you. Don't worry."
"Oh. Well, that's great. Oh my god this line is so long!"
"Its always long."
"I guess." They got in line behind two big girls, laughing and talking loudly.
"Dang! School so stoopit!"
"Shit I know. I hate this shit. It stupit."
"mm hmm. Too many crackers."
"Girl, too many faggots at this damn school."
"Mm hmm."
Lizzie looked at Gordo, but he hadn't even seemed to notice. He was looking off, at some guy. "Look at him."
She did, and saw nothing special. He had a charming smile. "What about Brent?"
"Screw Brent he's straight."
"Yea, how do you know he's not."
"I don't. He just looks.... good. To me. He's not as hott as Brent, but he's way more attractive."
"What?"
He snapped out of it and looked back at it. "Oh nothing. Nevermind."
"Were you talking to me?"
"No, i was talking to those ghetto bitches in front of us," he said sarcastically. One of the girls turned around, gave him one of those top-to-bottom looks, and a weird noise from her mouth. "May I help you maam?"
"You call me a bitch?"
"Um...yea I'm pretty sure I did."
"You have a problem?"
"Not really. Just talking to myself."
"Damn." She turned back around and said something else obnoxious to her friend.
"God. Do you want to get yourself beat up?"
"Not really."
Gordo thought back to right after he had tried to jump off that building.
--flashback--
"So, Gordon is it?"
"Actually, that's my middle name. My friends just call me Gordo."
"So you prefer that?'
"Yes."
"So, do you know why you're in therapy?"
"I think we both do."
"Can you tell me why you did that?"
"I didn't want to deal with anything anymore."
"Like what."
"My best friend not talking to me."
"Why did she stop talking to you."
"Because we broke up cause I'm gay."
"Ah." He scribbled something down, and looked back up at Gordo.
"Let's talk about you're family."
--end flashback--
"Gordo, the line's moving."
"Sorry. I'm zoning out."