DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN LIZZIE MCGUIRE. I told you I would update, and here I am! Whew! Celebrate! Misskitty45, the "je t'aime" has more significance, but just not right now. That was a good question, though. I am glad you seemed to understand my last author note. I have issues with over- analyzing things, and I like to try and explain myself before people start to complain. It's this thing I have that drives some people crazy. Anyway, the first week of school is over! I survived the first week of junior year! I hope you all have a wonderful holiday weekend.
Out to Lunch
~Gordo~
That day, after saying goodbye to the Head's, Gordo took Sarah to nursery school, so he decided he would go to the mall and get some shopping done. He still was in dire need of a wardrobe, and he was also excited because staying here would give him the opportunity to do some laundry. Luckily, Lucy had her very own washing machine. He decided she wouldn't mind if he used it, and used it he did.
Anyway, he went to the mall to look for clothes. He figured his clothing should be simple and casual, with a few nicer shirts and pants. He decided to start at the Gap. He hadn't been to a Gap in a while, or any other clothing store, so this trip was particularly exciting. He never thought a trip to the mall would be so exciting, but he supposed that was what the Turkish prison life was supposed to do with one's head.
If spending time in that prison did anything, it made him avoid the color green. Everyday in Turkey, he would wear green. On court days, he was allowed to wear black, but the color green brought him bad memories.
When thinking about how he wished this or wished that, Gordo realized he was in quite a predicament. As much as he hated to admit it, the Turkish government saved his life. He would not be alive today if they hadn't stopped him in the airport. He couldn't exactly say he wished he was on the plane. He wished he didn't have to go to jail, but then again, it was better than being dead. Lizzie was strong enough to go on with her life, even when she thought he was dead. He admired Lizzie for that, and he wished he could tell her that to her face.
At the Gap, he bought a few pairs of jeans and some shirts. After that, he went to Jockey for some underwear and undershirts, and then stopped by the bookstore to pick up a book. He knew he was going to go to the library later, but he missed owning a book. As with everything else, he lost his books with his luggage or with Lizzie. He bought a mystery novel and an up to date Almanac. The novel was for reading before bed, and the Almanac was bought because Gordo wanted to be up-to-date with statistics and information and he just simply always liked Almanacs. He practically read them as if they were novels, too. That was one of the things Lizzie always teased him about. Lizzie would tell about the latest garden trend, and Gordo would say things like, "Did you know that in the year 2000, for every female in the United States, there was 96.3% of a male?"
Lizzie, of course, would always roll her eyes and respond with something like, "Really? Did you know that I don't really care?"
Yeah, that is what made their relationship so beautiful. She always loved quoting Bruce Almighty when saying, "For every great man, there is a woman behind him rolling her eyes." He smiled at the memory and bought the stuff.
By that time, it was almost time to pick Sarah up from the nursery. He decided to pick Sarah up from the nursery at noon as opposed to three, which was the latest anyone could pick up anyone, because he always remembered hating nursery school. He always felt the day was far too long and too boring. He figured the nursery life hadn't changed much, and decided he would save Sarah and have someone to keep him company for lunch. Also, there was nothing like spending the whole day with a total stranger that is sleeping in your mother's bed and at least attempting to take care of you. He wondered what Sarah thought about this whole thing, and then realized that was the psychological part of him speaking that he developed genetically. He wanted to avoid utilizing that side as much as possible.
The nursery had given him a form of identification so he could pick up Sarah, and when he gave it to one of the ladies working at the nursery, they questioned him like crazy. They asked for identification with a picture as well as another form of identification. They also asked him about his relationship with the child and where the mother was. The nursery seemed to be boggling down on security, and Gordo did have to admire them for that, but all the hassling made him feel like he was in trouble or something. What happened to the people this morning? Didn't they recognize him? They did give him the identification thing. He didn't want to cause any trouble though, and fifteen minutes later, he and Sarah were on their way to lunch.
Gordo decided they would go to the Waffle House for lunch. Not only did they serve soft things for Sarah, like eggs, but also Gordo hadn't ever had the opportunity to eat at the Waffle House because it was a southern chain. The fact that it was near the apartment helped a lot, too.
Gordo carried Sarah into the Waffle House, and seated himself into a booth. To Gordo, there were two kinds of kids in the world: the cute ones and the annoying ones. Most children Gordo ran into fell into the latter category, but there were a few children Gordo thought were cute. They were the ones that were worthy of being picked up and carried. Gordo decided that Sarah was one of the cutest kids he had ever met. When he got her out of her car seat and brought her to the ground, he didn't want to let her go. She seemed too small to we that independent. There was something about her that made her even cuter than the cute kids Gordo had had experience with. Gordo decided this was a good thing, considering they were stuck with each other for the next few weeks.
He set her down on one side of the booth, and then sat down on the other side of the booth. He was putting his napkin in his lap when he realized that Sarah was staring at him. There was something about her gaze that reminded him of something.
"What?" Gordo said, automatically, forgetting he was speaking to a child that couldn't speak back.
Sarah smiled and looked down. Her hands were in her lap. Gordo could tell she was shy.
"What are you staring at?" Gordo asked, this time smiling and shaking his head.
Sara's smile widened and Gordo laughed, "You are so cute, do you know that?" he said.
Gordo watched as Sarah crawled out of her seat and under the table. A few seconds, her head popped up on Gordo's side of the table. Gordo pretended to act surprised and Sarah laughed. "You want to sit with me, huh?" he said and he helped her up to sit next to him. As soon as she was settled, the waitress walked up.
"Can I get you anything to drink?" she said with a slight southern accent.
"I'll have some water," Gordo said.
"Okay," the waitress said, writing it down, "and what about this little lady? What will she have?"
Gordo looked at Sarah, "I think she would like milk."
"Okay," the waitress said, smiling. She went off behind the counter and reappeared seconds later with the milk and water. The milk was in a special cup for younger children.
"Thank you," he said.
A few minutes later, Gordo ordered himself a vegetable omelet, smothered hash browns, and toast. He then realized he didn't know what Sarah liked, so decided he would order her grits, hash browns, scrambled eggs, bacon, and sausage. That way, Sarah would eat what she liked, and then the rest would be taken home.
Gordo played with his silverware after he ordered. This seemed to entertain Sarah, as she was laughing. She started to do the same thing with her silverware. Gordo realized that she was playing with a knife, and decided he wasn't setting a good example for Sarah, so he took Sarah's silverware and put them out of reach. He then put his own on the side.
Sarah didn't complain. She watched him with such intense eyes. She seemed to look up to him. She then started talking, but Gordo couldn't understand anything she was saying, but he thought he would just go with it. It wasn't often he talked to two-year-olds, but for someone who couldn't say much sure had a lot to say. It was really cute and Gordo couldn't help but smile at the random babbles. He could tell that Sarah was really smart.
Gordo also was proud of the way he dressed Sarah this morning. Having little experience with pull-ups and girl's clothing, he was worried that he would do something wrong. Unfortunately, Sarah couldn't dress herself. He decided to let her pick out her clothing this morning, but that didn't go over too well, either. That only confused Sarah. Gordo finally decided to dress her in a blue dress, and it actually worked out fine. Sarah actually didn't look too bad in the dress. This pleased Gordo.
"How old are you?" Gordo asked. People that age answer that, right?
Sarah tried to hold up two fingers, but was struggling.
"Almost two, huh? Whoa!" Gordo widened his eyes, "That is really old!"
"Ya!" Sarah said and she laughed.
"What's your name?" Gordo asked. He wanted to know how much someone this age knew.
Sarah clapped her hands and said, "Saya!" she said.
"Sarah? Is that your name?"
"Ya!" Sarah exclaimed. She liked to be talked to, Gordo noted.
"What's my name, Sarah?"
Sarah looked at him quizzically. Gordo wished he had a picture to take of that face so he could remember that expression forever.
"Do you know my name?" Gordo asked.
Sarah shook her head, "NO!" she said.
Gordo smiled, "My name is David. You can call me Gordo, though," Gordo said.
Sarah laughed.
"Oh, you think I have a funny name, or something?" Gordo asked.
Sarah looked down at her hands at smiled.
"Can you say Gordo?" Gordo asked, "Gor-do" he repeated, a little slower.
"Gowo," Sarah said. Gordo smiled.
"That'll do," Gordo said.
"Gowo!" Sarah said, this time a little louder. She then clapped her hands and Gordo clapped his.
"Good job!" he said, continuing to clap.
Sarah liked this attention. She decided to impress Gordo even more by pointing her index finger to her nose and saying, "no!" She pressed her nose in and kept it there for a few seconds.
Gordo smiled and nodded his head, "Wow! Good job!"
Sarah then reached up and put her finger on Gordo's nose, "no!" she said again.
Gordo smiled and took her hand and placed it on her mouth and said, "mouth."
Sarah put her finger in her mouth and tried to say something, but Gordo couldn't understand what she was saying. The food came, though, and he didn't worry about it. Gordo put a napkin in Sarah's lap. Then, he proceeded to cut up Sarah's food and helped feed her while trying to eat his own meal. For the most part, things were going well. Sarah seemed to like the eggs, grits, and sausage. She ate the eggs and sausage with her fingers, and Gordo helped her with the spoon with the grits. There were no major spills or anything. Sarah seemed to know what she was doing. This pleased Gordo, because he didn't really know what he was doing.
They didn't talk much while there were eating, and finished. Gordo took the leftovers home. He still needed to go to the grocery store, and decided they would do that on their way home.
Gordo paid for the lunch, and then carried Sarah off outside to his car. He put her in the car seat and then drove to the grocery store.
At the grocery store, he put her in the front of the cart while he bought about a week's worth of food for the both of them, including baby food and other foods for him and Sarah. He noticed people looking at him and smiling as if they looked really cute together. It dawned on Gordo that people would most likely assume that Sarah was his daughter. He was tempted to say to the people who smiled that Sarah wasn't his, but then he realized that sounded worse. People might think he kidnapped the girl or something. He decided to smile back and when people commented on how cute she looked, Gordo decided "Thank you" was probably the best response, even though he had nothing to do with the way Sarah looked.
Little did he know, that wasn't entirely true.
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You like? Please review! I will update this story sometime this weekend hopefully. Have a good weekend!
Out to Lunch
~Gordo~
That day, after saying goodbye to the Head's, Gordo took Sarah to nursery school, so he decided he would go to the mall and get some shopping done. He still was in dire need of a wardrobe, and he was also excited because staying here would give him the opportunity to do some laundry. Luckily, Lucy had her very own washing machine. He decided she wouldn't mind if he used it, and used it he did.
Anyway, he went to the mall to look for clothes. He figured his clothing should be simple and casual, with a few nicer shirts and pants. He decided to start at the Gap. He hadn't been to a Gap in a while, or any other clothing store, so this trip was particularly exciting. He never thought a trip to the mall would be so exciting, but he supposed that was what the Turkish prison life was supposed to do with one's head.
If spending time in that prison did anything, it made him avoid the color green. Everyday in Turkey, he would wear green. On court days, he was allowed to wear black, but the color green brought him bad memories.
When thinking about how he wished this or wished that, Gordo realized he was in quite a predicament. As much as he hated to admit it, the Turkish government saved his life. He would not be alive today if they hadn't stopped him in the airport. He couldn't exactly say he wished he was on the plane. He wished he didn't have to go to jail, but then again, it was better than being dead. Lizzie was strong enough to go on with her life, even when she thought he was dead. He admired Lizzie for that, and he wished he could tell her that to her face.
At the Gap, he bought a few pairs of jeans and some shirts. After that, he went to Jockey for some underwear and undershirts, and then stopped by the bookstore to pick up a book. He knew he was going to go to the library later, but he missed owning a book. As with everything else, he lost his books with his luggage or with Lizzie. He bought a mystery novel and an up to date Almanac. The novel was for reading before bed, and the Almanac was bought because Gordo wanted to be up-to-date with statistics and information and he just simply always liked Almanacs. He practically read them as if they were novels, too. That was one of the things Lizzie always teased him about. Lizzie would tell about the latest garden trend, and Gordo would say things like, "Did you know that in the year 2000, for every female in the United States, there was 96.3% of a male?"
Lizzie, of course, would always roll her eyes and respond with something like, "Really? Did you know that I don't really care?"
Yeah, that is what made their relationship so beautiful. She always loved quoting Bruce Almighty when saying, "For every great man, there is a woman behind him rolling her eyes." He smiled at the memory and bought the stuff.
By that time, it was almost time to pick Sarah up from the nursery. He decided to pick Sarah up from the nursery at noon as opposed to three, which was the latest anyone could pick up anyone, because he always remembered hating nursery school. He always felt the day was far too long and too boring. He figured the nursery life hadn't changed much, and decided he would save Sarah and have someone to keep him company for lunch. Also, there was nothing like spending the whole day with a total stranger that is sleeping in your mother's bed and at least attempting to take care of you. He wondered what Sarah thought about this whole thing, and then realized that was the psychological part of him speaking that he developed genetically. He wanted to avoid utilizing that side as much as possible.
The nursery had given him a form of identification so he could pick up Sarah, and when he gave it to one of the ladies working at the nursery, they questioned him like crazy. They asked for identification with a picture as well as another form of identification. They also asked him about his relationship with the child and where the mother was. The nursery seemed to be boggling down on security, and Gordo did have to admire them for that, but all the hassling made him feel like he was in trouble or something. What happened to the people this morning? Didn't they recognize him? They did give him the identification thing. He didn't want to cause any trouble though, and fifteen minutes later, he and Sarah were on their way to lunch.
Gordo decided they would go to the Waffle House for lunch. Not only did they serve soft things for Sarah, like eggs, but also Gordo hadn't ever had the opportunity to eat at the Waffle House because it was a southern chain. The fact that it was near the apartment helped a lot, too.
Gordo carried Sarah into the Waffle House, and seated himself into a booth. To Gordo, there were two kinds of kids in the world: the cute ones and the annoying ones. Most children Gordo ran into fell into the latter category, but there were a few children Gordo thought were cute. They were the ones that were worthy of being picked up and carried. Gordo decided that Sarah was one of the cutest kids he had ever met. When he got her out of her car seat and brought her to the ground, he didn't want to let her go. She seemed too small to we that independent. There was something about her that made her even cuter than the cute kids Gordo had had experience with. Gordo decided this was a good thing, considering they were stuck with each other for the next few weeks.
He set her down on one side of the booth, and then sat down on the other side of the booth. He was putting his napkin in his lap when he realized that Sarah was staring at him. There was something about her gaze that reminded him of something.
"What?" Gordo said, automatically, forgetting he was speaking to a child that couldn't speak back.
Sarah smiled and looked down. Her hands were in her lap. Gordo could tell she was shy.
"What are you staring at?" Gordo asked, this time smiling and shaking his head.
Sara's smile widened and Gordo laughed, "You are so cute, do you know that?" he said.
Gordo watched as Sarah crawled out of her seat and under the table. A few seconds, her head popped up on Gordo's side of the table. Gordo pretended to act surprised and Sarah laughed. "You want to sit with me, huh?" he said and he helped her up to sit next to him. As soon as she was settled, the waitress walked up.
"Can I get you anything to drink?" she said with a slight southern accent.
"I'll have some water," Gordo said.
"Okay," the waitress said, writing it down, "and what about this little lady? What will she have?"
Gordo looked at Sarah, "I think she would like milk."
"Okay," the waitress said, smiling. She went off behind the counter and reappeared seconds later with the milk and water. The milk was in a special cup for younger children.
"Thank you," he said.
A few minutes later, Gordo ordered himself a vegetable omelet, smothered hash browns, and toast. He then realized he didn't know what Sarah liked, so decided he would order her grits, hash browns, scrambled eggs, bacon, and sausage. That way, Sarah would eat what she liked, and then the rest would be taken home.
Gordo played with his silverware after he ordered. This seemed to entertain Sarah, as she was laughing. She started to do the same thing with her silverware. Gordo realized that she was playing with a knife, and decided he wasn't setting a good example for Sarah, so he took Sarah's silverware and put them out of reach. He then put his own on the side.
Sarah didn't complain. She watched him with such intense eyes. She seemed to look up to him. She then started talking, but Gordo couldn't understand anything she was saying, but he thought he would just go with it. It wasn't often he talked to two-year-olds, but for someone who couldn't say much sure had a lot to say. It was really cute and Gordo couldn't help but smile at the random babbles. He could tell that Sarah was really smart.
Gordo also was proud of the way he dressed Sarah this morning. Having little experience with pull-ups and girl's clothing, he was worried that he would do something wrong. Unfortunately, Sarah couldn't dress herself. He decided to let her pick out her clothing this morning, but that didn't go over too well, either. That only confused Sarah. Gordo finally decided to dress her in a blue dress, and it actually worked out fine. Sarah actually didn't look too bad in the dress. This pleased Gordo.
"How old are you?" Gordo asked. People that age answer that, right?
Sarah tried to hold up two fingers, but was struggling.
"Almost two, huh? Whoa!" Gordo widened his eyes, "That is really old!"
"Ya!" Sarah said and she laughed.
"What's your name?" Gordo asked. He wanted to know how much someone this age knew.
Sarah clapped her hands and said, "Saya!" she said.
"Sarah? Is that your name?"
"Ya!" Sarah exclaimed. She liked to be talked to, Gordo noted.
"What's my name, Sarah?"
Sarah looked at him quizzically. Gordo wished he had a picture to take of that face so he could remember that expression forever.
"Do you know my name?" Gordo asked.
Sarah shook her head, "NO!" she said.
Gordo smiled, "My name is David. You can call me Gordo, though," Gordo said.
Sarah laughed.
"Oh, you think I have a funny name, or something?" Gordo asked.
Sarah looked down at her hands at smiled.
"Can you say Gordo?" Gordo asked, "Gor-do" he repeated, a little slower.
"Gowo," Sarah said. Gordo smiled.
"That'll do," Gordo said.
"Gowo!" Sarah said, this time a little louder. She then clapped her hands and Gordo clapped his.
"Good job!" he said, continuing to clap.
Sarah liked this attention. She decided to impress Gordo even more by pointing her index finger to her nose and saying, "no!" She pressed her nose in and kept it there for a few seconds.
Gordo smiled and nodded his head, "Wow! Good job!"
Sarah then reached up and put her finger on Gordo's nose, "no!" she said again.
Gordo smiled and took her hand and placed it on her mouth and said, "mouth."
Sarah put her finger in her mouth and tried to say something, but Gordo couldn't understand what she was saying. The food came, though, and he didn't worry about it. Gordo put a napkin in Sarah's lap. Then, he proceeded to cut up Sarah's food and helped feed her while trying to eat his own meal. For the most part, things were going well. Sarah seemed to like the eggs, grits, and sausage. She ate the eggs and sausage with her fingers, and Gordo helped her with the spoon with the grits. There were no major spills or anything. Sarah seemed to know what she was doing. This pleased Gordo, because he didn't really know what he was doing.
They didn't talk much while there were eating, and finished. Gordo took the leftovers home. He still needed to go to the grocery store, and decided they would do that on their way home.
Gordo paid for the lunch, and then carried Sarah off outside to his car. He put her in the car seat and then drove to the grocery store.
At the grocery store, he put her in the front of the cart while he bought about a week's worth of food for the both of them, including baby food and other foods for him and Sarah. He noticed people looking at him and smiling as if they looked really cute together. It dawned on Gordo that people would most likely assume that Sarah was his daughter. He was tempted to say to the people who smiled that Sarah wasn't his, but then he realized that sounded worse. People might think he kidnapped the girl or something. He decided to smile back and when people commented on how cute she looked, Gordo decided "Thank you" was probably the best response, even though he had nothing to do with the way Sarah looked.
Little did he know, that wasn't entirely true.
~~~
You like? Please review! I will update this story sometime this weekend hopefully. Have a good weekend!