Chapter 11: Someone
A/N: I know I haven't updated for EVER, like July, and I can't blame it on school. It's me. I don't have ideas for this. Please don't hate me if this sucks. I just want to finish all of my stories so I can start my new ones. Really, I have two hundred others planned. I need to get this over with. Four more chapters. (not counting this one) Yeah, I can make it. I still your input, though. What should happen? TELL ME!
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Gordo's POV
I mentally slapped myself. I was supposed to be mad at her! But seeing her pretty hazel eyes glowing like that just made me feel so bad for her, that I just wanted to make her happy. And when she turned around so eagerly, I knew I couldn't let her down.
I could forgive her... maybe.
"What!" Her jaw dropped.
And before I knew it, she was dashing over to me and hugging me tight. "Thanks, Gordo."
I smiled. It felt good for her to hold me again. I missed that.
"So... let's do something about this hunger thing, please?' She said, breaking away from me and drying her tears.
I laughed. "Okay."
I hadn't eaten for about twenty-four hours, and the only water I had was the stuff I had brought in my water bottle, but that was empty.
"I'm going to go take a shower in the lake, okay?" Lizzie hugged me again, and then smiled. "But no peeking, okay?"
I laughed. "Don't worry about that, McGuire. I'll be here, looking for something to eat."
It was good to be friends again.
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Lizzie's POV
"...Mmmm-hmmm, lalala... hmmm..." I hummed as I took a shower in the waterfall.
Although it reminded me of when Gordo and I first kissed, it was felt good to be there. We were friends. I mean, sure, it wasn't as great as being boyfriend and girlfriend again, but it was good.
Sorta.
I kept humming and splashing myself when I suddenly felt cold. Really, really cold. Frighteningly cold. And there was no draft. It was a hot summer day, like all Hillridge days were, but I felt so cold.
"Mmmmmmmmm..." someone moaned.
I almost would've shrieked and ran toward Gordo, but I didn't. I needed to know the source of the sound. I got out of the lake and wrapped my towel around me. Probably just Gordo playing a joke on me, I thought.
"Grrruncgh..." I heard again.
My eyes widened. Either Gordo was a better actor than he let on, or else something else was on this island with us.
I faintly remembered the moaning and groaning sounds I had first heard when I had got onto the island. These were similar... maybe this was trying to tell me something. But then again, what could a whole bunch of 'Boo, Mmmm, Grrruncgh, Hoo, Ohhh, and Ahhhhh' mean? They were just sounds...
"Lee-zeeeee...." It whispered.
I jumped and screamed.
Make that whole bunch of sounds and my name.
"Gordo!" I screeched, running toward him. "Help!"
I was looking behind my shoulder, making sure no one was following me, so I ran smack dab into him.
"What?"
"This, this THING! He was calling my name, and scaring me... oh, my god, it's coming to get me!" I screamed.
"Lizzie, Lizzie. Calm down." He grabbed my shoulders, which sent a chill down my spine since I was only wrapped in a towel. "What are you talking about?"
"It was like, Li-zieeee! And it was so scary because it made all of these moaning sounds and, and... save me, Gordo, help! It's, like, a ghost or something."
"Lizzie! Are you mental? There is no such thing as a ghost. There is no ghosts here or anywhere else, so therefore, they were no t moaning your name and-"
"Da-viiiiiiiid..." I heard Gordo's name echo throughout the forest.
"Then what" I gasped. "was that?"
He shivered. "Um... just the wind."
"DA-VIIIIIIIID...!" This time I heard it more fiercely, and clutched onto Gordo's chest for dear life.
"Would that wind do that?" I hissed into his ear.
"Shhhhh... Lizzie, stay close." He shuddered and hugged me closer.
"Gordo?" I whispered as I dug my nails into his flesh.
"Yeah?"
"I think there's someone else here. Someone but us. Not a human. Not alive... someone..."
I was about to say something else when Gordo froze.
"Lizzie, don't look now... but I think... I think it's a ghost."
A/N: I know I haven't updated for EVER, like July, and I can't blame it on school. It's me. I don't have ideas for this. Please don't hate me if this sucks. I just want to finish all of my stories so I can start my new ones. Really, I have two hundred others planned. I need to get this over with. Four more chapters. (not counting this one) Yeah, I can make it. I still your input, though. What should happen? TELL ME!
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Gordo's POV
I mentally slapped myself. I was supposed to be mad at her! But seeing her pretty hazel eyes glowing like that just made me feel so bad for her, that I just wanted to make her happy. And when she turned around so eagerly, I knew I couldn't let her down.
I could forgive her... maybe.
"What!" Her jaw dropped.
And before I knew it, she was dashing over to me and hugging me tight. "Thanks, Gordo."
I smiled. It felt good for her to hold me again. I missed that.
"So... let's do something about this hunger thing, please?' She said, breaking away from me and drying her tears.
I laughed. "Okay."
I hadn't eaten for about twenty-four hours, and the only water I had was the stuff I had brought in my water bottle, but that was empty.
"I'm going to go take a shower in the lake, okay?" Lizzie hugged me again, and then smiled. "But no peeking, okay?"
I laughed. "Don't worry about that, McGuire. I'll be here, looking for something to eat."
It was good to be friends again.
***
Lizzie's POV
"...Mmmm-hmmm, lalala... hmmm..." I hummed as I took a shower in the waterfall.
Although it reminded me of when Gordo and I first kissed, it was felt good to be there. We were friends. I mean, sure, it wasn't as great as being boyfriend and girlfriend again, but it was good.
Sorta.
I kept humming and splashing myself when I suddenly felt cold. Really, really cold. Frighteningly cold. And there was no draft. It was a hot summer day, like all Hillridge days were, but I felt so cold.
"Mmmmmmmmm..." someone moaned.
I almost would've shrieked and ran toward Gordo, but I didn't. I needed to know the source of the sound. I got out of the lake and wrapped my towel around me. Probably just Gordo playing a joke on me, I thought.
"Grrruncgh..." I heard again.
My eyes widened. Either Gordo was a better actor than he let on, or else something else was on this island with us.
I faintly remembered the moaning and groaning sounds I had first heard when I had got onto the island. These were similar... maybe this was trying to tell me something. But then again, what could a whole bunch of 'Boo, Mmmm, Grrruncgh, Hoo, Ohhh, and Ahhhhh' mean? They were just sounds...
"Lee-zeeeee...." It whispered.
I jumped and screamed.
Make that whole bunch of sounds and my name.
"Gordo!" I screeched, running toward him. "Help!"
I was looking behind my shoulder, making sure no one was following me, so I ran smack dab into him.
"What?"
"This, this THING! He was calling my name, and scaring me... oh, my god, it's coming to get me!" I screamed.
"Lizzie, Lizzie. Calm down." He grabbed my shoulders, which sent a chill down my spine since I was only wrapped in a towel. "What are you talking about?"
"It was like, Li-zieeee! And it was so scary because it made all of these moaning sounds and, and... save me, Gordo, help! It's, like, a ghost or something."
"Lizzie! Are you mental? There is no such thing as a ghost. There is no ghosts here or anywhere else, so therefore, they were no t moaning your name and-"
"Da-viiiiiiiid..." I heard Gordo's name echo throughout the forest.
"Then what" I gasped. "was that?"
He shivered. "Um... just the wind."
"DA-VIIIIIIIID...!" This time I heard it more fiercely, and clutched onto Gordo's chest for dear life.
"Would that wind do that?" I hissed into his ear.
"Shhhhh... Lizzie, stay close." He shuddered and hugged me closer.
"Gordo?" I whispered as I dug my nails into his flesh.
"Yeah?"
"I think there's someone else here. Someone but us. Not a human. Not alive... someone..."
I was about to say something else when Gordo froze.
"Lizzie, don't look now... but I think... I think it's a ghost."