Disclaimer: So, anyway, today I went by the store and picked up David Gordon and Larry Tudgeman. They're on sale at Food Lion if you have your MVP card. Just kidding! I own nothing!

A/N Well….. This chapter is NOT my best work at all. Unfortionately, it had to be mostly dialog to work. Please read and review. The next chapter will be from Lizzie's point of view.

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"Wishin', and hopin', and thinkin', and prayin',
Planning and dreamin' each night of his charms.
That won't get you into his arms."

-Ani DiFranco, Wishin' and Hopin'

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*Zelda*

I turned to my friend and stared at him beneath lowered eyelids. "What?" I finally asked after about 30 seconds of watching silently.

"That's him," he hissed, grabbing my hand and jerking me around the corner so that the boy could not catch sight of me.

"Him who," I snapped, and withdrew my hand.

Larry glanced back in the general direction of the guy and then back at me. "Gordo."

My eyebrows shot up. "I'm sorry?"

"You heard me. Gordo. David Gordon. Someone up there-" he paused to raise his eyes to heaven- "is looking out for me."

"You mean both Lizzie and Gordo were in Best Buy and they didn't run into each other?"

He smiled. "It's a sign that we're doing the right thing. Trust me."

I flicked a look at Gordo and then back at my friend. "So what should I do?"

"Go hit on him," he replied.

I did a double take. "Please, tell me you're joking."

"Go on," he encouraged. "You know. Shake your hips, blink a lot, whatever it takes."

I swallowed a laugh. "Newsflash, Larry. It doesn't work that way in REALITY."

"So go out there and show me how it DOES work." With that, he shoved me hard.

Caught off guard, I yelped in surprise and fell at the feet of one David Gordon.

He stared down at me. "Need some help," he guessed, reaching out to help me to my feet.

I grinned weakly and allowed him to pull me up. "Thanks," I said.

"You're welcome," he replied, and returned his attention to the speakers.

"Uh…" I glanced back at Larry, who gave me a thumbs up. "I'm Zelda," I ventured.

He looked back at me in shock. "Are you speaking to me?"

I paused uncertainly. "Yes, I am."

He blinked once, twice, then answered, "Why?"

Okay, now, that I did not see coming. "Um. Because you're nice?" The words sounded false even to my ears.

"I helped you up. For all you know, I could be some sort of ax murderer who meets blonds in electronic stores and then takes them home to beat their faces in with various types of weaponry."

Well. That was just great. Larry wanted to set me up with a psycho. "For the moment, all you have in your hand is a copy of Windwaker. And though I don't have that gamecube game specifically, I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that it's probably no more harmful than Ocarina of Time. Which I do have."

At that he chuckled. "I'm Gordo."

"Nice to meet you." I paused, searching for a conversation starter. "Have you played it yet," I asked, pointing to the game in his hand.

He shook his head. "Nope."

"I hear it's good."

He grinned and said, "You would."

I returned the smile. "Is that a dig at my name?"

"I like your name."

"So do I."

His eyes fell on a tall man with glasses and then gave me a regretful smile. "That's my dad. He's waiting for me," he explained.

I nodded. "See ya."

He waved and began walking away.

Catching the glare Larry was shooting at me, I found myself calling, "Wait."

He turned and raised his eyebrows.

Inwardly wincing, and hating my best friend so much I could barely breath, I approached Gordo once more. "You want to go catch a movie with me sometime?" I asked.

For a long moment he considered it, while I stood there, fully aware that his father was staring at me disapprovingly. I wondered, briefly, what his deal was as I watched his son.

"Okay," he agreed finally.

Shooting another glance at Larry, I was surprised to find that he had disappeared around the corner.

"Um, great." I handed him my number. "Give me a call later, then?"

He nodded and, with his father, turned and headed in the direction of checkout.

With that part finished, I began wandering the store looking for Larry.

"Larry," I whispered, fearful that Gordo would hear me and wonder why his classmate had purposely not said a word to him.

He appeared from behind a rack of DVD's, Lord of the Rings in hand. "I found it," he informed me. But there was something off. Something that looked suspiciously like anger behind his eyes. And the smile on his lips looked tight.

"Are you okay," I asked.

"I'm fine."

"You're sure?" I pressed. "Because you don't look all that great."

"What a charming compliment."

"That's not what I meant and you know it."

Ignoring my disbelief, he determinedly marched up to the checkout. Gordo, I was pleased to note, was nowhere to be seen. "Did he agree?" he asked, handing the movie to the cashier.

I gently massaged my neck with my right hand, no idea as to what would make his mood switch so abruptly. "You know," I reminded him, "this was YOUR idea."

He frowned, as he handed the woman his money. "Did he agree?" he repeated, carefully avoiding eye contact.

I sighed. "Yes, Larry, he did."

His lips twitched, his jaw hardened. "Fantastic." He snatched his change and stormed out of the store.

I winced and quickly apologized to the cashier. "I'm sorry. I don't know what's gotten into him."

She shook her head. "No problem," she assured me.

With that, I rushed out of the store, catching Larry's arm as he grew closer to my car.

"What is it," he asked, turning to meet my eyes. My heart leapt as his dark brown met my emerald green.

"What's the matter with you," I questioned, swallowing hard.

He took a deep breath, then let it out, slowly. "I'm sorry. I'm just tired." He smirked. "So, you got Gordo to go out with you, huh?"

I grinned. "Hard to believe?"

Sincerity that made my heart clench flowed from his voice as he replied, staring me straight in the eye, "Not at all."