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"Lizzie," Gordo stated softly. "That's not going to help anything."
She knew he was right, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and unclenched her fist, then tried to focus her attention on his kind face. "How do you put up with her? I can't, I really can't!"
Gordo put his arm around her shoulders, it felt reassuring, calming. Lizzie took a deep breath and smiled at Miranda as she came out of the theatre.
"Ready to go?" Miranda asked, munching on a handful of popcorn.
Gordo moved his hand down to the small of Lizzie's back which he used to guide her out of the theatre. She liked the way his hands were warm, and steady. She almost wished he'd put his arm back around her.
'Get a grip,' she told herself, but there was just something about Gordo.
He lead the way to the car, Lizzie angrily bounced her knee in the backseat as she buckled her seatbelt, Miranda and Gordo climbed inside.
"So, where to?" Gordo asked as he backed the car out of the parking lot.
Miranda glanced at the clock on the dashboard. "I've got to be home in a couple of minutes."
Gordo nodded and drove to her house.
Lizzie didn't pay attention to the conversation, she was trying to keep her mind off of Kate and on the objects passing outside. Before she knew it they were outside of Miranda's house and she had climbed outside and was holding the door open for Lizzie. "Want to ride up front?" she asked.
Lizzie nodded and climbed into the seat.
"You want to go home to?" Gordo asked.
"Well, where are you going?" Lizzie asked. "Are you going home?"
"If I don't have anything better to do," he stated.
"Well, how about spending some time with me?" she asked, glancing over at him.
"I think I'd like that," he answered. He turned the car around then drove towards a park.
"Where are we going?" Lizzie asked.
"It's just a park, it's got benches and stuff so we can talk."
She nodded and leaned her head back against the seat. "I re-read some more of that book."
"And?"
"I like it," she smiled.
"Good," Gordo answered, silence filling the car. He watched where he was driving, tapping his fingers on the wheel. "So, why did you move?"
"My dad got a new job," Lizzie replied as he pulled the car into a parking place across from a swing set.
Gordo got out of the car and followed her as she went over and sat down on one of the swings. She pushed herself gently with her feet.
"Where did you move from?" he asked leaning as the thick wood that made up the swing set.
"Colorado."
"Did you have a boyfriend?" he asked slowly.
Lizzie looked up at him. "No."
A strange expression flashed across Gordo's face as he nodded and stood behind her and gave her a light push. "Does it bother you that you moved?"
Lizzie let out a soft scornful laugh. "It's the fourth time in two years. You learn not to make friends, and not to get close to anyone."
"Why?" he asked as she swung back towards him, his hand lightly pushing her towards the sky again.
"It hurts a lot less when you leave," she answered quietly. Lizzie realized what she had said and dug her heels into the ground and stood up quickly. "I-I've got to go."
"Lizzie, wait," he called, but her quick strides had already taken her past his car, and she was going to break into a run if he tried to cover gap between him.
She wasn't really sure which direction to take to get her home, but she decided a walk would be good, she need desperately to clear her head.
What was she doing, where did she think she was going? She wrapped her arms around herself. She was terrified, but not because she was walking around Hillridge alone, but because the way Gordo made her feel.
He made her feel safe, comforted, and not alone. And if she started to feel like that for him, she would want to get close to him, and then, if her father got another opportunity to start a new program in a new state, she'd have to leave him.
Why did she have to meet Gordo, why did he have to have such beautiful eyes, why did he make her feel secure?
Lizzie shook her head, as if shaking it would get him out of her mind.
A car horn blasted behind her. Jumping, Lizzie half expected to see Gordo's car, but instead a red Mustang pulled up beside her. The convertible top was down, and Ethan smiled at her from the driver seat.
"Lizzie, Lizzie, Lizzie," he said, checking her over.
She almost laughed out loud, he was completely obvious, but she wasn't compelled to run away like she was with Gordo. She knew the reason, because with Gordo, he was getting dangerously close to getting to know her. Ethan was just company, someone to be entertained with.
"Where you going?" he asked, slowing the car to a crawl as it followed along side of Lizzie.
"Home," she stated.
"Well, get inside."
Lizzie looked at him for a couple of minutes, then nodded, she walked around to the side of the car and climbed inside. She would think more about what to do about her feeling for Gordo when she got home.
***
Gordo watched as Lizzie half a block away climbed inside the red convertible Mustang. He knew the mustang well, he knew it all too well. It belonged to Ethan Craft, the most popular guy in school. She could have gotten a ride home with Gordo, but she left so suddenly, and now he knew why, to pass up time with him, so she could spend it with Ethan.
"Lizzie," Gordo stated softly. "That's not going to help anything."
She knew he was right, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and unclenched her fist, then tried to focus her attention on his kind face. "How do you put up with her? I can't, I really can't!"
Gordo put his arm around her shoulders, it felt reassuring, calming. Lizzie took a deep breath and smiled at Miranda as she came out of the theatre.
"Ready to go?" Miranda asked, munching on a handful of popcorn.
Gordo moved his hand down to the small of Lizzie's back which he used to guide her out of the theatre. She liked the way his hands were warm, and steady. She almost wished he'd put his arm back around her.
'Get a grip,' she told herself, but there was just something about Gordo.
He lead the way to the car, Lizzie angrily bounced her knee in the backseat as she buckled her seatbelt, Miranda and Gordo climbed inside.
"So, where to?" Gordo asked as he backed the car out of the parking lot.
Miranda glanced at the clock on the dashboard. "I've got to be home in a couple of minutes."
Gordo nodded and drove to her house.
Lizzie didn't pay attention to the conversation, she was trying to keep her mind off of Kate and on the objects passing outside. Before she knew it they were outside of Miranda's house and she had climbed outside and was holding the door open for Lizzie. "Want to ride up front?" she asked.
Lizzie nodded and climbed into the seat.
"You want to go home to?" Gordo asked.
"Well, where are you going?" Lizzie asked. "Are you going home?"
"If I don't have anything better to do," he stated.
"Well, how about spending some time with me?" she asked, glancing over at him.
"I think I'd like that," he answered. He turned the car around then drove towards a park.
"Where are we going?" Lizzie asked.
"It's just a park, it's got benches and stuff so we can talk."
She nodded and leaned her head back against the seat. "I re-read some more of that book."
"And?"
"I like it," she smiled.
"Good," Gordo answered, silence filling the car. He watched where he was driving, tapping his fingers on the wheel. "So, why did you move?"
"My dad got a new job," Lizzie replied as he pulled the car into a parking place across from a swing set.
Gordo got out of the car and followed her as she went over and sat down on one of the swings. She pushed herself gently with her feet.
"Where did you move from?" he asked leaning as the thick wood that made up the swing set.
"Colorado."
"Did you have a boyfriend?" he asked slowly.
Lizzie looked up at him. "No."
A strange expression flashed across Gordo's face as he nodded and stood behind her and gave her a light push. "Does it bother you that you moved?"
Lizzie let out a soft scornful laugh. "It's the fourth time in two years. You learn not to make friends, and not to get close to anyone."
"Why?" he asked as she swung back towards him, his hand lightly pushing her towards the sky again.
"It hurts a lot less when you leave," she answered quietly. Lizzie realized what she had said and dug her heels into the ground and stood up quickly. "I-I've got to go."
"Lizzie, wait," he called, but her quick strides had already taken her past his car, and she was going to break into a run if he tried to cover gap between him.
She wasn't really sure which direction to take to get her home, but she decided a walk would be good, she need desperately to clear her head.
What was she doing, where did she think she was going? She wrapped her arms around herself. She was terrified, but not because she was walking around Hillridge alone, but because the way Gordo made her feel.
He made her feel safe, comforted, and not alone. And if she started to feel like that for him, she would want to get close to him, and then, if her father got another opportunity to start a new program in a new state, she'd have to leave him.
Why did she have to meet Gordo, why did he have to have such beautiful eyes, why did he make her feel secure?
Lizzie shook her head, as if shaking it would get him out of her mind.
A car horn blasted behind her. Jumping, Lizzie half expected to see Gordo's car, but instead a red Mustang pulled up beside her. The convertible top was down, and Ethan smiled at her from the driver seat.
"Lizzie, Lizzie, Lizzie," he said, checking her over.
She almost laughed out loud, he was completely obvious, but she wasn't compelled to run away like she was with Gordo. She knew the reason, because with Gordo, he was getting dangerously close to getting to know her. Ethan was just company, someone to be entertained with.
"Where you going?" he asked, slowing the car to a crawl as it followed along side of Lizzie.
"Home," she stated.
"Well, get inside."
Lizzie looked at him for a couple of minutes, then nodded, she walked around to the side of the car and climbed inside. She would think more about what to do about her feeling for Gordo when she got home.
***
Gordo watched as Lizzie half a block away climbed inside the red convertible Mustang. He knew the mustang well, he knew it all too well. It belonged to Ethan Craft, the most popular guy in school. She could have gotten a ride home with Gordo, but she left so suddenly, and now he knew why, to pass up time with him, so she could spend it with Ethan.