Chapter 3: Such A Sweet Guy
"Hmmm..." I moaned.
I heard a gasp. "Lizzie?"
I opened my eyes. "Gordo?" I groaned softly of the pain in my head.
I felt an ice pack on my forehead. I had more pillows than before. I was covered in blankets cozily. And next me was...
"Mr. Snuggles!" I exclaimed. "How-"
"Don't ask." Gordo handed me a glass of hot chocolate and a bowl of butterscotch-chocolate-mint swirl gelato on a tray while I petted Mr. Snuggles.
"Wow, Gordo. You'd think that I'd just had brain surgery or something." I tried to reach out for the bowl of gelato, but my arms hurt so bad that I couldn't move a muscle. "What happened?" I asked.
"Well, you fainted. I really freaked out, but I didn't call your parents. So I-" Gordo flushed a dark reddish color. " I picked you up and set you on your bed and got you warm blankets and stuff."
Animated Lizzie: Could he possibly *be* any sweeter?
"And I checked your temperature. It isn't pretty, to say the least."
I nodded.
"You stay in bed, okay? And eat your gelato. Of you need me, I'll be in the room next door. Just dial 103."
"Gordo, wait!" I called, as he was walking toward the door.
He turned around. "What?"
"I can't move my body. It aches. So I can't move my arms, but I'm hungry!" I complained.
Gordo smiled brightly. "What do you want me to do, feed the gelato to you?" He joked.
I put on my best sad-eyes. "Please?" I asked innocently.
"No way." Gordo put his hands in front of his face. "That's a little over the top, McGuire."
I fluttered my eyelashes. "*Please*?" I pleaded.
He stared at me as if I was half-crazy and sighed. "Okay, you win."
Gordo walked over close to the bed. He picked up a spoon and dug it into the gelato. I opened my mouth. He blushed and placed the spoon in my mouth and I licked it slowly, hoping the moment would last forever. The ice cream tasted a thousand times better when Gordo was feeding me it with his own hand.
Animated Lizzie: He smells like ivory soap. The really expensive kind. It seems so manly. Whoa...wait a second. Did I just talk about how Gordo smells? Am I delirious?
"You have strawberry hair spray, don't you?" He asked.
"What?" I snapped out of la-la-land.
"Uh... nothing."
As soon as the bowl was empty, he kissed me softly on the forehead.
"Get well soon, Lizzie." He whispered, and then left.
"I will." I assured, still shocked. True, *I* had kissed *him* a number of times, but it occurred to me that *he* had never kissed *me*. Weird.
Animated Lizzie: Well, that certainly was... different.
I sighed, closed my eyes, and went to sleep, not noticing the little white remote-control car zooming across the floor, and the mini camera attached to it.
"Hmmm..." I moaned.
I heard a gasp. "Lizzie?"
I opened my eyes. "Gordo?" I groaned softly of the pain in my head.
I felt an ice pack on my forehead. I had more pillows than before. I was covered in blankets cozily. And next me was...
"Mr. Snuggles!" I exclaimed. "How-"
"Don't ask." Gordo handed me a glass of hot chocolate and a bowl of butterscotch-chocolate-mint swirl gelato on a tray while I petted Mr. Snuggles.
"Wow, Gordo. You'd think that I'd just had brain surgery or something." I tried to reach out for the bowl of gelato, but my arms hurt so bad that I couldn't move a muscle. "What happened?" I asked.
"Well, you fainted. I really freaked out, but I didn't call your parents. So I-" Gordo flushed a dark reddish color. " I picked you up and set you on your bed and got you warm blankets and stuff."
Animated Lizzie: Could he possibly *be* any sweeter?
"And I checked your temperature. It isn't pretty, to say the least."
I nodded.
"You stay in bed, okay? And eat your gelato. Of you need me, I'll be in the room next door. Just dial 103."
"Gordo, wait!" I called, as he was walking toward the door.
He turned around. "What?"
"I can't move my body. It aches. So I can't move my arms, but I'm hungry!" I complained.
Gordo smiled brightly. "What do you want me to do, feed the gelato to you?" He joked.
I put on my best sad-eyes. "Please?" I asked innocently.
"No way." Gordo put his hands in front of his face. "That's a little over the top, McGuire."
I fluttered my eyelashes. "*Please*?" I pleaded.
He stared at me as if I was half-crazy and sighed. "Okay, you win."
Gordo walked over close to the bed. He picked up a spoon and dug it into the gelato. I opened my mouth. He blushed and placed the spoon in my mouth and I licked it slowly, hoping the moment would last forever. The ice cream tasted a thousand times better when Gordo was feeding me it with his own hand.
Animated Lizzie: He smells like ivory soap. The really expensive kind. It seems so manly. Whoa...wait a second. Did I just talk about how Gordo smells? Am I delirious?
"You have strawberry hair spray, don't you?" He asked.
"What?" I snapped out of la-la-land.
"Uh... nothing."
As soon as the bowl was empty, he kissed me softly on the forehead.
"Get well soon, Lizzie." He whispered, and then left.
"I will." I assured, still shocked. True, *I* had kissed *him* a number of times, but it occurred to me that *he* had never kissed *me*. Weird.
Animated Lizzie: Well, that certainly was... different.
I sighed, closed my eyes, and went to sleep, not noticing the little white remote-control car zooming across the floor, and the mini camera attached to it.