Author's Note: First of all, I really want to thank all the people who reviewed. You guys rock!
baibiivenus: No review is every sucky! I'm glad you like it, it's gives me a warm fuzzy feeling... :)
LizzieC: I'm so glad you like my story! This chapter took a little longer than I expected, but here it is!
writer-always-n-forever: Wow, thanks for the compliments! I know what you mean about his hair... I think that is the best thing about Gordo! It makes him so cute... But I had to do it, I swear! :)
Now that I've finished that, on with the story!
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After getting into Lizzie's junky rust-with-white-patches VW Rabbit*, they set off for Lizzie's apartment. She glanced over at Gordo, taking in his baggy faded blue sweatpants and holey t-shirt, then faced forward again to the road. Gordo caught her glance, but didn't say anything, watching as she popped the latest Justin Timberlake album into her CD player. Shortly, pop-y tunes were blasting out of her speakers and anyone looking through the windows would have thought that Lizzie was having a seizure as she bounced up and down in her seat and sang along at the top of her lungs. Gordo turned to look at her; she was so enthusiastic about everything she liked, and definitely not ashamed of the fact she liked Justin Timberlake at the age of 20. He just shook his head and looked out the window with a smile, watching the night pass by. After about 15 minutes, they pulled into the apartment parking lot, where Lizzie shared a two-bedroom with her other best friend, Miranda Sanchez. Gordo and Lizzie got out of the car and started walking--well, Gordo shuffled--towards the entrance.
"Oh no," he whispered, coming to a halt in front of the entrance.
"What?" Lizzie asked, confused.
"I have to climb the stairs, don't I?" he whimpered, hanging his head.
"Ohhhh," Lizzie said sympathetically. "Yeah, I guess you do." At his groan, she hurried to add, "But it's only to the second floor! Come on, you'll survive," she said encouragingly.
"No, you don't understand. I won't. I swear."
"Come on, Gordo," she said, linking her arm through his after unlocking the front entrance. "I'll be right beside you; it'll be like a piece of cake!"
::grumblegrumble:: pause ::grumblegrumble::
She tickled the underside of his chin. "You're being a drama queen," she teased. "And you'll survive," she finished authoritatively, and half-pulled him inside the door.
"I'm *not* being a drama queen," he argued half-heartedly as they started up the stairs.
"Mm-hmm."
"I'm not!" he protested. They were at the first landing
"I know."
He paused. "You're doing the thing," he accused.
"What thing?" she asked, batting her eyelashes at him. They'd reached her floor.
"You're doing the thing, the thing where you do that thing, where you pretend to agree with me and really don't and it's just like *my* mom does and *your* mom does and I think *every* girl does!"
"This is true," she admitted. "But look, here we are at my door, and I kept your mind off the stairs, didn't I?" she laughed, hazel eyes sparkling.
"...."
"I know. You hate it when I'm right."
"You're very rarely right," he poked at her.
She laughed along with him as she unlocked the door to her apartment, pushing it open.
*Think the smallest car you've ever seen in your life. Smaller than a VW Bug. About the size of a telephone booth, and it's meant to sit FIVE PEOPLE.
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Author's note (again): Wow, you're still here? Thanks for reading! I hope you're liking it. If you are or if you aren't, let me know! Tell me what you'd like to see happen in the story, and if I think it's a pretty cool idea, I'll add it in. (Hey, I'll even give you credit!) I'm kinda flying by the seat of my pants with this story... you know, wherever the wind may take me. Leave a review, a critique, even a flame or two. I like to know that this story is read, it makes me want to write more!
baibiivenus: No review is every sucky! I'm glad you like it, it's gives me a warm fuzzy feeling... :)
LizzieC: I'm so glad you like my story! This chapter took a little longer than I expected, but here it is!
writer-always-n-forever: Wow, thanks for the compliments! I know what you mean about his hair... I think that is the best thing about Gordo! It makes him so cute... But I had to do it, I swear! :)
Now that I've finished that, on with the story!
~*~*~*~
After getting into Lizzie's junky rust-with-white-patches VW Rabbit*, they set off for Lizzie's apartment. She glanced over at Gordo, taking in his baggy faded blue sweatpants and holey t-shirt, then faced forward again to the road. Gordo caught her glance, but didn't say anything, watching as she popped the latest Justin Timberlake album into her CD player. Shortly, pop-y tunes were blasting out of her speakers and anyone looking through the windows would have thought that Lizzie was having a seizure as she bounced up and down in her seat and sang along at the top of her lungs. Gordo turned to look at her; she was so enthusiastic about everything she liked, and definitely not ashamed of the fact she liked Justin Timberlake at the age of 20. He just shook his head and looked out the window with a smile, watching the night pass by. After about 15 minutes, they pulled into the apartment parking lot, where Lizzie shared a two-bedroom with her other best friend, Miranda Sanchez. Gordo and Lizzie got out of the car and started walking--well, Gordo shuffled--towards the entrance.
"Oh no," he whispered, coming to a halt in front of the entrance.
"What?" Lizzie asked, confused.
"I have to climb the stairs, don't I?" he whimpered, hanging his head.
"Ohhhh," Lizzie said sympathetically. "Yeah, I guess you do." At his groan, she hurried to add, "But it's only to the second floor! Come on, you'll survive," she said encouragingly.
"No, you don't understand. I won't. I swear."
"Come on, Gordo," she said, linking her arm through his after unlocking the front entrance. "I'll be right beside you; it'll be like a piece of cake!"
::grumblegrumble:: pause ::grumblegrumble::
She tickled the underside of his chin. "You're being a drama queen," she teased. "And you'll survive," she finished authoritatively, and half-pulled him inside the door.
"I'm *not* being a drama queen," he argued half-heartedly as they started up the stairs.
"Mm-hmm."
"I'm not!" he protested. They were at the first landing
"I know."
He paused. "You're doing the thing," he accused.
"What thing?" she asked, batting her eyelashes at him. They'd reached her floor.
"You're doing the thing, the thing where you do that thing, where you pretend to agree with me and really don't and it's just like *my* mom does and *your* mom does and I think *every* girl does!"
"This is true," she admitted. "But look, here we are at my door, and I kept your mind off the stairs, didn't I?" she laughed, hazel eyes sparkling.
"...."
"I know. You hate it when I'm right."
"You're very rarely right," he poked at her.
She laughed along with him as she unlocked the door to her apartment, pushing it open.
*Think the smallest car you've ever seen in your life. Smaller than a VW Bug. About the size of a telephone booth, and it's meant to sit FIVE PEOPLE.
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Author's note (again): Wow, you're still here? Thanks for reading! I hope you're liking it. If you are or if you aren't, let me know! Tell me what you'd like to see happen in the story, and if I think it's a pretty cool idea, I'll add it in. (Hey, I'll even give you credit!) I'm kinda flying by the seat of my pants with this story... you know, wherever the wind may take me. Leave a review, a critique, even a flame or two. I like to know that this story is read, it makes me want to write more!