DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN LIZZIE MCGUIRE. I just had my first day or school. Yeah, nothing interesting really happened. I finished the book though, and don't have any real homework.
Something There
~Gordo~
Gordo looked at Sarah and had to admit she was cute. He picked her up and she giggled.
"Sarah is just beginning to talk. She calls everyone either 'mama' or 'dada.'" Janet explained, "I hope you don't mind."
"Not at all," Gordo said, looking at Sarah. It hurt him to know that he had a child somewhere just like this and he couldn't watch it grow up.
"Good," Janet said, "Is there anything Gordo should know about Sarah other than the basics?" she asked Jack.
"Did you tell him she isn't potty trained?" Jack asked.
"Yeah, Sarah is still in diapers."
"Really?" Gordo said. Just as he was getting comfortable with the idea, the reality of what he was getting into hit him. He would have to deal with changing diapers, "Well, I guess that's okay. Where are the diapers?"
"Here, David, why don't we go into the apartment and I will show you around," Jack suggested.
"Good idea," Janet agreed.
Gordo nodded his head and Jack led them to the Nelson apartment. "Here is the key, by the way," he gave Gordo a spare key and opened the apartment door and turned on the lights.
Gordo glanced over the apartment. Not too messy, but obviously lived in. There were a few toys scattered around. Other than that, Gordo noticed that the walls were pretty empty without any pictures or anything.
Jack gave a quick tour of the apartment, explaining the kitchen and Sarah's food, then the den and the television, then Sarah's room, and then Lucy's bedroom, which would be his bedroom. "I don't really know much about Sarah, but luckily Lucy has an information sheet about her she keeps in the kitchen. It is for babysitters, and says her bedtime and what she can eat and other things. There is an emergency contact also on there. Let's see? What else? Oh yeah, Lucy might call and check up on you at some point and ask for Sarah to visit. Sarah doesn't have to go to nursery school, but can if you so wish to take her for your own time. There is a library near the school Lucy teaches. Also, just write messages and leave them for when she comes back," Jack said. He continued with some pertinent information and thanked him for his help. He then went to retrieve Gordo's bags. "Any questions?" Jack asked before he returned downstairs.
Gordo was dying to ask him why he was chosen for this whole thing, but decided to pass. He didn't want to seem ungrateful. "No. Thank you."
"You are welcome. We are leaving tomorrow and when we get back, I will discuss some stuff with you. I am leaving you with my number in case you have any questions or anything. Thank you so much. You really are doing a huge favor," Jack said.
"You're welcome," Gordo said. Jack left and Gordo took his bags into Lucy's room. Sarah was currently in her room taking a nap before dinner. He put his suitcase off to the side and started getting into something a little more comfortable. He had dressed nicely to meet everyone, and changed into some sweats.
By then, it was dinnertime, and Gordo went into the kitchen and started reading Sarah's information. As Sarah was still teething, she would mostly be eating soft foods, including baby food. He looked in the cabinets to see what all was there. Jack had mentioned that he may need to go to the grocery store later. He also gave him some money to cover anything they may need. He decided to make a list and go later. He looked to see what they had.
He found some baby food for Sarah, and then attempted to find something for him to eat. He was starving, since he hadn't eaten since lunch on the road. He looked in the freezer and noticed the lasagna. He remembered that that was Lizzie's favorite food. He finally settled on a sandwich and a fruit salad. He prepared his and Sarah's meal and woke Sarah up.
~~~
~Lizzie~Hospital~
"Listen, nurse, I really am ready to go home! I am fine. I have my memory back and feel totally stable at this point," Lucy explained to the nurse who took her to her knew room in the psychiatric ward.
"Well, I am sorry, but I can't do anything about it. This is between you and the doctors. You will be seeing one today, and he will be able to tell you how long you will be here," the nurse said.
"What about my daughter! Who is supposed to take care of her? I also have a job."
"The hospital notified your work and your daughter is being handled by your neighbors," the nurse said.
"Which neighbors?" Lizzie said, freaking out.
"Actually, the neighbors have hired a babysitter."
"What? Someone I don't even know is taking care of my child?" Lucy asked, clearly uneasy with this.
"Don't worry about it. The neighbors have your best interest at heart. It was either that or the social services," the nurse said.
"But I am fine!" Lucy insisted.
"I am sure you are fine, but I am not authorized to do anything about it," the nurse said, and then she left, locking the door behind her. Lucy was stuck in a room with no escape. Only a bathroom and a bed. She didn't fully understand what was going on. She also didn't completely remember what happened with the breakdown she had. The computer thing seemed like a dream. She was convinced the whole thing was a dream, because it was otherwise impossible for this to happen. She often had dreams involving Gordo, anyway. But what made this dream so different?
~~~
~Gordo~
After Gordo set Sarah in her high chair and fed her the baby food and cleaning up after her and setting her up to watch TV, Gordo ate his own meal. While eating, he noticed an issue of "Better Homes and Gardens," one of Lizzie's favorite magazines, in the corner. He smiled as he remembered her saying, "Well, I may not be into gardens or own a house, but I can pretend, right? This is the cheapest way to do so, anyway." She would also read "Southern Living" and other decorating magazines. Gordo always made fun of her for that, but now he was beginning to miss even the small things about Lizzie, and knowing he may never see her again depressed him.
He was flipping through the magazine, and even took it into the bedroom with him and sat on the bed, reading it.
The phone eventually rang. Gordo picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Hello. Who is this?" A male voice asked.
"A babysitter," Gordo said.
"Oh, hey," the guy said, with a hint of relief, "Is Lucy still in the hospital?"
"Yes. They don't know when she will be out," Gordo said, figuring that would probably be the next question, "Can I leave a message?"
"This is John Lewis. My son is in her class at school," he explained, "The school sent a letter home explaining that Lucy was in the hospital, and I just wanted to make sure she was all right. Is she all right?"
"I don't know. I am just the babysitter," Gordo said.
"Oh, well, will you just leave a message to let her know I called?" John asked.
"Sure," Gordo said.
"Okay, thanks! Bye!" John said.
"Bye!" Gordo said.
He hung up the phone and started looking for a pad of paper and pen to write the message. He noticed the bedside dresser, and decided to look there.
The first drawer had a pen, now all he needed was some paper. He looked in the second drawer, nothing but a picture frame with a picture. Gordo started to close the drawer, but then noticed the picture inside the frame. The picture in the drawer was a picture of . . .him.
~~~~~
Something There
~Gordo~
Gordo looked at Sarah and had to admit she was cute. He picked her up and she giggled.
"Sarah is just beginning to talk. She calls everyone either 'mama' or 'dada.'" Janet explained, "I hope you don't mind."
"Not at all," Gordo said, looking at Sarah. It hurt him to know that he had a child somewhere just like this and he couldn't watch it grow up.
"Good," Janet said, "Is there anything Gordo should know about Sarah other than the basics?" she asked Jack.
"Did you tell him she isn't potty trained?" Jack asked.
"Yeah, Sarah is still in diapers."
"Really?" Gordo said. Just as he was getting comfortable with the idea, the reality of what he was getting into hit him. He would have to deal with changing diapers, "Well, I guess that's okay. Where are the diapers?"
"Here, David, why don't we go into the apartment and I will show you around," Jack suggested.
"Good idea," Janet agreed.
Gordo nodded his head and Jack led them to the Nelson apartment. "Here is the key, by the way," he gave Gordo a spare key and opened the apartment door and turned on the lights.
Gordo glanced over the apartment. Not too messy, but obviously lived in. There were a few toys scattered around. Other than that, Gordo noticed that the walls were pretty empty without any pictures or anything.
Jack gave a quick tour of the apartment, explaining the kitchen and Sarah's food, then the den and the television, then Sarah's room, and then Lucy's bedroom, which would be his bedroom. "I don't really know much about Sarah, but luckily Lucy has an information sheet about her she keeps in the kitchen. It is for babysitters, and says her bedtime and what she can eat and other things. There is an emergency contact also on there. Let's see? What else? Oh yeah, Lucy might call and check up on you at some point and ask for Sarah to visit. Sarah doesn't have to go to nursery school, but can if you so wish to take her for your own time. There is a library near the school Lucy teaches. Also, just write messages and leave them for when she comes back," Jack said. He continued with some pertinent information and thanked him for his help. He then went to retrieve Gordo's bags. "Any questions?" Jack asked before he returned downstairs.
Gordo was dying to ask him why he was chosen for this whole thing, but decided to pass. He didn't want to seem ungrateful. "No. Thank you."
"You are welcome. We are leaving tomorrow and when we get back, I will discuss some stuff with you. I am leaving you with my number in case you have any questions or anything. Thank you so much. You really are doing a huge favor," Jack said.
"You're welcome," Gordo said. Jack left and Gordo took his bags into Lucy's room. Sarah was currently in her room taking a nap before dinner. He put his suitcase off to the side and started getting into something a little more comfortable. He had dressed nicely to meet everyone, and changed into some sweats.
By then, it was dinnertime, and Gordo went into the kitchen and started reading Sarah's information. As Sarah was still teething, she would mostly be eating soft foods, including baby food. He looked in the cabinets to see what all was there. Jack had mentioned that he may need to go to the grocery store later. He also gave him some money to cover anything they may need. He decided to make a list and go later. He looked to see what they had.
He found some baby food for Sarah, and then attempted to find something for him to eat. He was starving, since he hadn't eaten since lunch on the road. He looked in the freezer and noticed the lasagna. He remembered that that was Lizzie's favorite food. He finally settled on a sandwich and a fruit salad. He prepared his and Sarah's meal and woke Sarah up.
~~~
~Lizzie~Hospital~
"Listen, nurse, I really am ready to go home! I am fine. I have my memory back and feel totally stable at this point," Lucy explained to the nurse who took her to her knew room in the psychiatric ward.
"Well, I am sorry, but I can't do anything about it. This is between you and the doctors. You will be seeing one today, and he will be able to tell you how long you will be here," the nurse said.
"What about my daughter! Who is supposed to take care of her? I also have a job."
"The hospital notified your work and your daughter is being handled by your neighbors," the nurse said.
"Which neighbors?" Lizzie said, freaking out.
"Actually, the neighbors have hired a babysitter."
"What? Someone I don't even know is taking care of my child?" Lucy asked, clearly uneasy with this.
"Don't worry about it. The neighbors have your best interest at heart. It was either that or the social services," the nurse said.
"But I am fine!" Lucy insisted.
"I am sure you are fine, but I am not authorized to do anything about it," the nurse said, and then she left, locking the door behind her. Lucy was stuck in a room with no escape. Only a bathroom and a bed. She didn't fully understand what was going on. She also didn't completely remember what happened with the breakdown she had. The computer thing seemed like a dream. She was convinced the whole thing was a dream, because it was otherwise impossible for this to happen. She often had dreams involving Gordo, anyway. But what made this dream so different?
~~~
~Gordo~
After Gordo set Sarah in her high chair and fed her the baby food and cleaning up after her and setting her up to watch TV, Gordo ate his own meal. While eating, he noticed an issue of "Better Homes and Gardens," one of Lizzie's favorite magazines, in the corner. He smiled as he remembered her saying, "Well, I may not be into gardens or own a house, but I can pretend, right? This is the cheapest way to do so, anyway." She would also read "Southern Living" and other decorating magazines. Gordo always made fun of her for that, but now he was beginning to miss even the small things about Lizzie, and knowing he may never see her again depressed him.
He was flipping through the magazine, and even took it into the bedroom with him and sat on the bed, reading it.
The phone eventually rang. Gordo picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Hello. Who is this?" A male voice asked.
"A babysitter," Gordo said.
"Oh, hey," the guy said, with a hint of relief, "Is Lucy still in the hospital?"
"Yes. They don't know when she will be out," Gordo said, figuring that would probably be the next question, "Can I leave a message?"
"This is John Lewis. My son is in her class at school," he explained, "The school sent a letter home explaining that Lucy was in the hospital, and I just wanted to make sure she was all right. Is she all right?"
"I don't know. I am just the babysitter," Gordo said.
"Oh, well, will you just leave a message to let her know I called?" John asked.
"Sure," Gordo said.
"Okay, thanks! Bye!" John said.
"Bye!" Gordo said.
He hung up the phone and started looking for a pad of paper and pen to write the message. He noticed the bedside dresser, and decided to look there.
The first drawer had a pen, now all he needed was some paper. He looked in the second drawer, nothing but a picture frame with a picture. Gordo started to close the drawer, but then noticed the picture inside the frame. The picture in the drawer was a picture of . . .him.
~~~~~