Disclaimer: I own only Zelda. That's it.
A/N: Thanks again to all that reviewed! And I KNOW it's been a long time, but I've been spending a lot of time playing Ocarina of Time. Trying to beat the shadow temple. Sigh… Also, this is the shortest chapter I have ever written. It's almost not worth the trouble, but I felt it had to be written. Don't worry, an update soon. And the next two chapters will be worth the waits!
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"Un-break my heart.
Say you'll love me again.
Undo this hurt you caused
When you walked out the door
And walked out of my life.
Un-cry these tears
I cried so many nights.
Un-break my heart,
My heart."
-Toni Braxton, Un-Break My Heart
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*Lizzie*
I love Mrs. Gordon. So trusting. All I had to do was simply ask if Gordo was there and immediately she went into an explanation of what movie he was seeing and at what theater I could find him. And I love my dad, who didn't question, even for a minute, that I was meeting Gordo at the movies.
I crept into the theater silently, and allowed my eyes to surf the room, looking for the familiar head of darkened curls.
THERE!
His back was to me, his attention totally focused on the girl he was sitting with. Zelda.
Her eyes raised and met mine. She'd seen me. Well, of course she had. I was standing right there, hard to miss, especially with the lights still brightening the room. Maybe, I thought frantically, quickly moving back so that the wall shielded me, maybe she wouldn't recognize me. I chanced another look and caught the flabbergasted uncertainty. Well, this was just great. She'd say something to Gordo who would undoubtedly be FURIOUS with me for spying. Again.
I could just leave, I reasoned. But something from deep inside left me nailed to the floor, unable to move or even shift my gaze. She glanced back at me again, Gordo still unaware. She seemed uncertain of what to do.
Suddenly he began following her gaze. 'Move, Lizzie, move,' my brain shrieked, but I couldn't. All I could do was watch the scene unfolding before my very eyes.
Finally Zelda spun around and…
Pressed her lips right against his.
I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach. If I couldn't move before, feeling had been restored and I raced from the theater as fast my feet would carry me. Trembling, I grabbed my phone from my purse and dialed my house. Fighting for calm (my dad would worry if he could hear the pain in my voice) I cleared my throat when I heard his voice. "Hey, dad? Yeah, can you come get me? No, I found Gordo-" Talk about understatement! "But I'm just not feeling as well as I was. Okay, see you in a few."
I hung up the phone, ignoring the pit that was growing in my stomach. So, that was it, then? He'd made his decision. She was nice, I reminded myself. He liked her, so that had to be a good sign, right? After all, Gordo… He pretty much found fault with every human being on the planet.
My dad arrived shortly thereafter and as we drove away, I stared out the window, grateful for my father's ignorance, his belief that this was caused by whatever ailment had befallen me.
A/N: Thanks again to all that reviewed! And I KNOW it's been a long time, but I've been spending a lot of time playing Ocarina of Time. Trying to beat the shadow temple. Sigh… Also, this is the shortest chapter I have ever written. It's almost not worth the trouble, but I felt it had to be written. Don't worry, an update soon. And the next two chapters will be worth the waits!
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"Un-break my heart.
Say you'll love me again.
Undo this hurt you caused
When you walked out the door
And walked out of my life.
Un-cry these tears
I cried so many nights.
Un-break my heart,
My heart."
-Toni Braxton, Un-Break My Heart
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*Lizzie*
I love Mrs. Gordon. So trusting. All I had to do was simply ask if Gordo was there and immediately she went into an explanation of what movie he was seeing and at what theater I could find him. And I love my dad, who didn't question, even for a minute, that I was meeting Gordo at the movies.
I crept into the theater silently, and allowed my eyes to surf the room, looking for the familiar head of darkened curls.
THERE!
His back was to me, his attention totally focused on the girl he was sitting with. Zelda.
Her eyes raised and met mine. She'd seen me. Well, of course she had. I was standing right there, hard to miss, especially with the lights still brightening the room. Maybe, I thought frantically, quickly moving back so that the wall shielded me, maybe she wouldn't recognize me. I chanced another look and caught the flabbergasted uncertainty. Well, this was just great. She'd say something to Gordo who would undoubtedly be FURIOUS with me for spying. Again.
I could just leave, I reasoned. But something from deep inside left me nailed to the floor, unable to move or even shift my gaze. She glanced back at me again, Gordo still unaware. She seemed uncertain of what to do.
Suddenly he began following her gaze. 'Move, Lizzie, move,' my brain shrieked, but I couldn't. All I could do was watch the scene unfolding before my very eyes.
Finally Zelda spun around and…
Pressed her lips right against his.
I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach. If I couldn't move before, feeling had been restored and I raced from the theater as fast my feet would carry me. Trembling, I grabbed my phone from my purse and dialed my house. Fighting for calm (my dad would worry if he could hear the pain in my voice) I cleared my throat when I heard his voice. "Hey, dad? Yeah, can you come get me? No, I found Gordo-" Talk about understatement! "But I'm just not feeling as well as I was. Okay, see you in a few."
I hung up the phone, ignoring the pit that was growing in my stomach. So, that was it, then? He'd made his decision. She was nice, I reminded myself. He liked her, so that had to be a good sign, right? After all, Gordo… He pretty much found fault with every human being on the planet.
My dad arrived shortly thereafter and as we drove away, I stared out the window, grateful for my father's ignorance, his belief that this was caused by whatever ailment had befallen me.