Chapter 7: Under the Stars
"You!" I exclaimed a week later as Gordo appeared at my door.
"Yeah, me." He said. "So, how are you? I mean, the apricot condition. I see you can walk now."
"Well, I'm so much better. I think that the sickness was one of those one week sicknesses that go away suddenly. I can do everything again."
"Good." He smiled.
"Hey...What are you doing here? Aren't yo supposed to be 'bonding' with your family or something?" I asked.
He bit his lip and raised his eyebrows. "I think we've had enough 'bonding' for a week. But if you don't want me here, then I'll go..."
"Gordo, whatever. So, what do you want to do?" I let him inside.
"I-" He paused. "I want to hear you sing."
"Me? Sing?" I asked. "I'm not that good..."
"Lizzie," He started. "You sang at the IMVA's. I think you qualify as good."
I shrugged.
We went outside with my CD player. It was nighttime, so you could see all the stars. It was amazing. We walked to a maple tree, and Gordo laid down under it. I laid down next to him, and I grinned.
"I remember doing this with Miranda." I said.
"Yeah, I know. I wish she were back." Gordo sighed.
"Well, she'll be here in a couple weeks." I pointed out.
He nodded, and there was another long pause. I never knew that silence could be so loud. I turned on my CD player. The CD was a karaoke soundtrack to Paolo's and Isabella's new CD, so you could sing along with it. Gordo looked at me in surprise.
"Sing." I demanded.
"What?" He asked, dumbfounded.
"Sing."
"No!"
I looked at him in a way that said if-you-don't-sing-I'm-gonna-hurt-you, and he started to sing.
"Have you ever seen such a beautiful night?" He sang.
"I could almost kiss the stars for shining so bright." I added.
"When I see you smiling I go, oh, oh, oh."
"I would never want to miss this,"
" 'Cause in my heart I know what this is,"
"This is what dreams are made of."
"This is what dreams are made of."
"I've got somewhere I belong,"
"I've got somebody to love,"
"This is what dreams are made of." We finished together. I got that same tingly feeling again as the music faded away and a new melody came on.
I put my head on Gordo's chest. (Think of the cover of the Lizzie McGuire book 'Totally Crushed') Ooh, he was so warm. He seemed surprised at first, but then settled down.
"Gordo, you're a really good singer." I said, looking up into the sky.
"Really?" He asked.
I nodded. "I think you and I should be a pop duo, like Paolo and Isabella used to be."
He scoffed. "Right."
"No, I'm serious." I whispered. "You're amazing at singing."
Animated Lizzie: I bet Gordo was the one who really sung for Paolo. That would be so cool! Okay, I admit it, I have been watching too many movies.
"Do you really mean that?" He asked.
"Yup."
"Wow. I've never been called an 'amazing singer' by someone famous before."
I giggled. "Gordo, I am not famous!" I paused for a moment and then continued. "Okay, so maybe I am."
We talked for hours, under the stars. We had a tickling fight, a giggle fit, and some really scary silences.
We fell asleep next to each other out there, and didn't wake up until morning.
"You!" I exclaimed a week later as Gordo appeared at my door.
"Yeah, me." He said. "So, how are you? I mean, the apricot condition. I see you can walk now."
"Well, I'm so much better. I think that the sickness was one of those one week sicknesses that go away suddenly. I can do everything again."
"Good." He smiled.
"Hey...What are you doing here? Aren't yo supposed to be 'bonding' with your family or something?" I asked.
He bit his lip and raised his eyebrows. "I think we've had enough 'bonding' for a week. But if you don't want me here, then I'll go..."
"Gordo, whatever. So, what do you want to do?" I let him inside.
"I-" He paused. "I want to hear you sing."
"Me? Sing?" I asked. "I'm not that good..."
"Lizzie," He started. "You sang at the IMVA's. I think you qualify as good."
I shrugged.
We went outside with my CD player. It was nighttime, so you could see all the stars. It was amazing. We walked to a maple tree, and Gordo laid down under it. I laid down next to him, and I grinned.
"I remember doing this with Miranda." I said.
"Yeah, I know. I wish she were back." Gordo sighed.
"Well, she'll be here in a couple weeks." I pointed out.
He nodded, and there was another long pause. I never knew that silence could be so loud. I turned on my CD player. The CD was a karaoke soundtrack to Paolo's and Isabella's new CD, so you could sing along with it. Gordo looked at me in surprise.
"Sing." I demanded.
"What?" He asked, dumbfounded.
"Sing."
"No!"
I looked at him in a way that said if-you-don't-sing-I'm-gonna-hurt-you, and he started to sing.
"Have you ever seen such a beautiful night?" He sang.
"I could almost kiss the stars for shining so bright." I added.
"When I see you smiling I go, oh, oh, oh."
"I would never want to miss this,"
" 'Cause in my heart I know what this is,"
"This is what dreams are made of."
"This is what dreams are made of."
"I've got somewhere I belong,"
"I've got somebody to love,"
"This is what dreams are made of." We finished together. I got that same tingly feeling again as the music faded away and a new melody came on.
I put my head on Gordo's chest. (Think of the cover of the Lizzie McGuire book 'Totally Crushed') Ooh, he was so warm. He seemed surprised at first, but then settled down.
"Gordo, you're a really good singer." I said, looking up into the sky.
"Really?" He asked.
I nodded. "I think you and I should be a pop duo, like Paolo and Isabella used to be."
He scoffed. "Right."
"No, I'm serious." I whispered. "You're amazing at singing."
Animated Lizzie: I bet Gordo was the one who really sung for Paolo. That would be so cool! Okay, I admit it, I have been watching too many movies.
"Do you really mean that?" He asked.
"Yup."
"Wow. I've never been called an 'amazing singer' by someone famous before."
I giggled. "Gordo, I am not famous!" I paused for a moment and then continued. "Okay, so maybe I am."
We talked for hours, under the stars. We had a tickling fight, a giggle fit, and some really scary silences.
We fell asleep next to each other out there, and didn't wake up until morning.