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Gordo sat in his car beside Kate, they were outside her house, and his attention was focused upon his car. What would it take to make it ready to race? It was only four years old, it had a decent engine in it.
"What are you thinking about?" Kate asked, her hand suddenly on his neck, toying with the small curls.
Gordo sighed and turned toward her. "Did you ever go to the races Ethan was part of?"
Kate made something that sounded almost like a snicker and a laugh. "Yeah, I went. I was his favorite thing to show off after big race, especially once he won. Now, I be he's gonna make Lizzie do it."
"Do what?" he asked, suspiciously.
Kate didn't catch his tone and continued. "I was like his show girl. After he won a race, he's come over, put his arm around me, and walk around with me as he was congratulated. There was nothing better to have won the race and have the best looking girl there," she laughed, then as it died down, she looked curiously at Gordo. "Why are you asking?"
Tapping his fingers on the wheel, he glanced at Kate. "Where were you earlier tonight?"
"Sitting with Claire and Danny," she replied, raising her eyebrows. "Why?"
"Didn't you hear me and Ethan?"
"What happened?" she asked, her expression and tone impossible to read. He didn't know if she was genuinely clueless or if it was a clever façade she was putting on.
"He wants me to race him," Gordo replied.
"Really?" Kate replied, her fingers beginning to massage the muscles on his neck.
He nodded. "Do you think I could do it?"
Kate turned in her seat to face him. "Do what? Race?"
"Yeah. Do you think I could do it?" he repeated.
Kate wrinkled her eyebrows and titled her head. "Why are you thinking about trying?"
"Sounds like it would be interesting," he replied.
"You're not like I remember you," Kate stated, suddenly leaning over and pressing her lips against his.
Gordo returned the kiss, letting her pull him closer. She pulled back and smiled. "Goodnight."
Gordo leaned his head back against the seat. Woah. He'd just kissed Kate Sanders, rather, she'd just kissed him.
As Gordo drug his tongue across his lip, he sighed. Still, he didn't know if he liked Kate. Sure he liked going out with Kate, he liked not thinking about doing things, he liked that he could do something without a reason, but he didn't feel a connection to her.
Still, he knew there was someone he did have that connection with. But at the same time she didn't let him be free, she was too afraid of change. Why did Lizzie McGuire have to cloud up so much of his mind? Why couldn't he just stop thinking about her?
Sighing, he turned the key, it was time to go home.
***
The lights were off in the Gordon house hold as Miranda's graceful strides brought her closer. She was sick of text messages, and weird interruptions. She grabbed the key from its hiding place and let herself in.
She listened carefully, she didn't know how thrilled Gordo's parents would be to find her sneaking around. She glanced around, her brown eyes adjusting well to the darkness. Taking a deep breath, she hurried up the stairs, then listened carefully. Nothing, the house was so still it gave her chills. She crept along the wall until she was outside his door.
Placing her head against it, she listened inside. She could hear his rhythmic breathing. Taking a deep breath, she turned the knob, slide inside his room and slowly shut it behind her. She knew she was a sight to see. She was dressed in black pants, a black long sleeved shirt, her hair tied back loosely at the back of her neck. She looked like a cat burglar. She hadn't really planned to dress like this, she'd just grabbed this outfit first.
She walked over to the floor, and laughed softly. He was sprawled out on his stomach, his hair rumpled, a leg hanging off the bed. She reached down and shook his bare shoulder.
Briefly she wondered when he had started to sleep without a shirt. Then with a shudder she shook her head. She didn't want to know.
"Gordo," she hissed, shaking his shoulder harder until his head shook on the pillow.
With a deep groan, he turned and looked up at her. "What?" he stated, giving the word several extra syllables.
"Wake up, let's go for a walk," she commanded, kneeling down next to him.
Opening his eyes, his eyes slowly focused on her. "What are you doing?"
Miranda grabbed the shirt next to her and tossed it over his head. "Let's go."
"Miranda, I don't even want to know what time it is. Go home and go to sleep," he commanded, his voice muffled by the shirt.
"Sorry, I can't. Get up, and let's go for a walk."
"You're insane."
"Yeah, maybe, but that is beside the point," she smiled, rocking back on her heels as he rubbed his face then swung his legs over the side of the bed.
"This better be good," he muttered, pulling his shirt over his head.
They didn't talk anymore, both understanding that they didn't want to get caught while trying to sneak out.
Miranda led the way outside, he followed a few paces behind.
When they were a block away from his house, he fell into step beside her. "You better have a damn good reason for getting me out of bed and making me walk in the cold," he stated, burying his hand inside his coat.
Gordo sat in his car beside Kate, they were outside her house, and his attention was focused upon his car. What would it take to make it ready to race? It was only four years old, it had a decent engine in it.
"What are you thinking about?" Kate asked, her hand suddenly on his neck, toying with the small curls.
Gordo sighed and turned toward her. "Did you ever go to the races Ethan was part of?"
Kate made something that sounded almost like a snicker and a laugh. "Yeah, I went. I was his favorite thing to show off after big race, especially once he won. Now, I be he's gonna make Lizzie do it."
"Do what?" he asked, suspiciously.
Kate didn't catch his tone and continued. "I was like his show girl. After he won a race, he's come over, put his arm around me, and walk around with me as he was congratulated. There was nothing better to have won the race and have the best looking girl there," she laughed, then as it died down, she looked curiously at Gordo. "Why are you asking?"
Tapping his fingers on the wheel, he glanced at Kate. "Where were you earlier tonight?"
"Sitting with Claire and Danny," she replied, raising her eyebrows. "Why?"
"Didn't you hear me and Ethan?"
"What happened?" she asked, her expression and tone impossible to read. He didn't know if she was genuinely clueless or if it was a clever façade she was putting on.
"He wants me to race him," Gordo replied.
"Really?" Kate replied, her fingers beginning to massage the muscles on his neck.
He nodded. "Do you think I could do it?"
Kate turned in her seat to face him. "Do what? Race?"
"Yeah. Do you think I could do it?" he repeated.
Kate wrinkled her eyebrows and titled her head. "Why are you thinking about trying?"
"Sounds like it would be interesting," he replied.
"You're not like I remember you," Kate stated, suddenly leaning over and pressing her lips against his.
Gordo returned the kiss, letting her pull him closer. She pulled back and smiled. "Goodnight."
Gordo leaned his head back against the seat. Woah. He'd just kissed Kate Sanders, rather, she'd just kissed him.
As Gordo drug his tongue across his lip, he sighed. Still, he didn't know if he liked Kate. Sure he liked going out with Kate, he liked not thinking about doing things, he liked that he could do something without a reason, but he didn't feel a connection to her.
Still, he knew there was someone he did have that connection with. But at the same time she didn't let him be free, she was too afraid of change. Why did Lizzie McGuire have to cloud up so much of his mind? Why couldn't he just stop thinking about her?
Sighing, he turned the key, it was time to go home.
***
The lights were off in the Gordon house hold as Miranda's graceful strides brought her closer. She was sick of text messages, and weird interruptions. She grabbed the key from its hiding place and let herself in.
She listened carefully, she didn't know how thrilled Gordo's parents would be to find her sneaking around. She glanced around, her brown eyes adjusting well to the darkness. Taking a deep breath, she hurried up the stairs, then listened carefully. Nothing, the house was so still it gave her chills. She crept along the wall until she was outside his door.
Placing her head against it, she listened inside. She could hear his rhythmic breathing. Taking a deep breath, she turned the knob, slide inside his room and slowly shut it behind her. She knew she was a sight to see. She was dressed in black pants, a black long sleeved shirt, her hair tied back loosely at the back of her neck. She looked like a cat burglar. She hadn't really planned to dress like this, she'd just grabbed this outfit first.
She walked over to the floor, and laughed softly. He was sprawled out on his stomach, his hair rumpled, a leg hanging off the bed. She reached down and shook his bare shoulder.
Briefly she wondered when he had started to sleep without a shirt. Then with a shudder she shook her head. She didn't want to know.
"Gordo," she hissed, shaking his shoulder harder until his head shook on the pillow.
With a deep groan, he turned and looked up at her. "What?" he stated, giving the word several extra syllables.
"Wake up, let's go for a walk," she commanded, kneeling down next to him.
Opening his eyes, his eyes slowly focused on her. "What are you doing?"
Miranda grabbed the shirt next to her and tossed it over his head. "Let's go."
"Miranda, I don't even want to know what time it is. Go home and go to sleep," he commanded, his voice muffled by the shirt.
"Sorry, I can't. Get up, and let's go for a walk."
"You're insane."
"Yeah, maybe, but that is beside the point," she smiled, rocking back on her heels as he rubbed his face then swung his legs over the side of the bed.
"This better be good," he muttered, pulling his shirt over his head.
They didn't talk anymore, both understanding that they didn't want to get caught while trying to sneak out.
Miranda led the way outside, he followed a few paces behind.
When they were a block away from his house, he fell into step beside her. "You better have a damn good reason for getting me out of bed and making me walk in the cold," he stated, burying his hand inside his coat.