Disclaimer: Yeah, so actually, I really do own these characters, because I live in Walt Disney World, so, that pretty much means I own them. Okay, so I don't live in Walt Disney World, but I went there once and Mickey told me that I was his favorite person in the world, which obviously counts for something. Okay, fine! I was too afraid to talk to Mickey, I was eight years old and he looked so…threatening! I don't own anything!! *sob* *sob* *sniffle* *sniffle*

 

~Chapter 5~

"Gordo, wake up! Gordo! Wake up!" Lizzie shook him frustratedly.

Just like him to develop normal teenage sleeping habits the day we're supposed to be up early to catch a plane. Okay, so not early early, but still. In some cultures, ten a.m. was considered very early.

She stomped around for a few minutes, hurrying to pack all her things. She looked up. "GORDO!" He was still in bed! Ahh!

"Gordo…GET UP!" She jumped on his back and sat there, waiting for him to move.

How can he sleep through me sitting on him?

She reached over and shook his shoulders again.

"Wake up! Wake up! We-have-a-plane-to-catch-wake-up! Ahh! Wake-up!!"

She jumped down, ripped the bedding off the bed and watched with satisfaction, hands on hips, as he reached around blindly for the covers.

"Hah!" she clambered on to the bed next to him and lowered her face so it was inches from his, so her eyes would be the first thing he saw…and…

He opened his eyes. "AHHH!" He shot backwards off the bad and landed in a heap on the floor.

"Owww…"

"Okay?"

"Yeah, I guess…what was that all about?"

"I was trying to get you to wake up. Since when are you such a deep sleeper?"

"Um." He yawned and rubbed the side of his face. "I dunno. So, we're packing?"

"Yea, and asap, please, because we only have four hours till we're supposed to be at the airport."

"Four hours? We better pack fast then!" he mocked her state of rushing around frantically.

"Funny, but really – pack!"

"Alright, alright…" He began collecting his things, keeping Lizzie in the corner of his eye all the time. What he could not know, was that Lizzie was doing the same every time his back was turned.

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"We're ready to go, Mom! Where's Matt?" Lizzie stepped into the lobby, Gordo right behind her.

"Hi, sweetie. Matt's with your dad…somewhere." She looked around the lobby again. "Anyway," her haze on them darkened. "How did you two sleep?"

"Fine, mom. Nothing happened. Just like I told you nothing would."

Nope, that's right, Mrs. McGuire. Absolutely nothing happened between us. Unless you count the kiss on the roof, but obviously Lizzie doesn't, otherwise she would have mentioned it by now.

"David? Is something wrong?"

"What? Um…noooo. Nope. No no no. Everything's fine with me!" He forced a smile. When did I get so bitter?

"Okay…oh, good, there's Matt and Sam. Let's get going you two."

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Lizzie pulled the taxi door shut and turned on Gordo. "What is up with you?"

"Me? Oh, um, nothing. I'm just, uh, anxious to get home!"

"Gordo. I have known you my whole life. O know when something's up. And something is, and that isn't it."

"Right. Well, maybe I just don't feel like talking about it right now, okay?"

"Okay," she recoiled a little. "That's fine. We can talk when you're ready." She muttered under her breath, "Something's really up with him."

Gordo overheard this and muttered, "Only for the past five years."

"What?" Lizzie turned to look at him.

"Hm, oh, nothing."

Lizzie drew in a sharp breath as she looked down and away. Why did Gordo sound so…angry? He never spoke harshly to her. But, just now, the bitter edge to his voice burned in her ears. "Maybe I just don't feel like talking about it, okay? Hm, oh, nothing."

"Gordo–" but she stopped. Gordo had his headphones on and wasn't listening, or looking at her. Lizzie pulled out her own CD player and listened listlessly, while looking worriedly over at Gordo every few seconds.

A Note: Okay, so people are annoyed with my author's notes. So I'll stop with them. I just love writing, no matter what. Anyway, someone asked for fewer thoughts and more dialogue. I'll consider that. In a way, though, thinking is easier to write, and besides, they don't know what their thinking half the time, so conversations between them would be very confusing for both of them. Also, there will be conversation coming up, but probably not what anyone expects.

One more thing I must say before I start work on the next chapter: I really really do want Lizzie and Gordo to get together. Keep that in mind.

Ciao,

~Bethany*Katherine~