~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.Chapter 2 - Unexpected Love.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~
Nervously, David Gordon paced back and forth around his room. Overthinking, once again.
"Was this really that great an idea? What if..." He spoke to himself as he trailed off to another possible fallout of his decision. He finally decided that being contained to his room wasn't gonna do him any good. With that he grabbed his coat and almost ran out the door, to be perfectly alone with all of his 'what if's'.
He sauntered around the neighborhood to clear his mind, which was boarderline impossible, but he decided it was better than standing around his house.
He eventually found his way to the swing set he and Lizzie used to play when they were little. He reached for the much too small swing and just sat. He fidgeted in the uncomfortable seat and stared at the ground. He stared as if the ground had some answer to the questions that were whirling through his mind, or at the very least swallow him up.
'She will understand,' he reasoned. 'She has to realize how much thought I put in this. It's not like I CHOSE to become madly, head-over-heals in love with my best friend, or that I CHOSE to lose sleep just endlessly thinking about the way she said my name in English class, or how the scent of her lip gloss is permantantly engrained in my brain.'
While he was continued on his speechless soliloquy, another particular someone was also contemplating.
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"AHHHHHHHH!"
Lizzie's scream was muffled by her soft pillow, now slightly damp from her tears. She had calmed down a little by now (an hour or two after the previous chapter). She had calmed down so much she could now reason.
'I mean Gordo isn't the kind of guy to rush into these things. He organized his t-shirts into colors, for goodness sakes! So why is it ME? It doesn't make any sense!!'
Little did she know it made all too much sense for Gordo. What she didn't know was Gordo made a secret list of all the things he wanted in a woman. He scrutinized and agonized over this list and over time while his feelings grew for Ms. McGuire, the more he came to realize how much she fit all of qualities on the list.
So she lay on her bed, hands behind her head drifting away just replaying what happened just a while ago.
*FLASHBACK*
"Honey," Mr. McGuire started,"well I had an interesting conversation with Gordo yesterday. Well, he seems to... uhm well..."
"WHAT IS IT!?" Lizzie inadvertently spat out.
"Well, Gordo asked me yesterday if he could have my permission to ask you out. And well apparently he loves you."
She sat dumbfounded and numb. And then that's when the tears started to fall...
*END FLASHBACK*
She wasn't exactly sure why she responded the way she did. I mean it wasn't like he was Joseph Stalin. He's Gordo, my friend, my compadre, mi amigo. Not Gordo, my boyfriend and love of my life. (A/N: that made no sense to me but i decided to put it in hehe)
Just then she spoke, but not to anyone in particular. Most likely to the cosmos or whatever governing forces brought about the current strange chain of events that happened.
"If it's meant to be, then so be it, but PLEASE PLEASE don't let it be with Gordo."
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HAHAHA! bet you didn't expect THAt did ya?? haha maybe you did and if you did, muchos kudos to you!
Nervously, David Gordon paced back and forth around his room. Overthinking, once again.
"Was this really that great an idea? What if..." He spoke to himself as he trailed off to another possible fallout of his decision. He finally decided that being contained to his room wasn't gonna do him any good. With that he grabbed his coat and almost ran out the door, to be perfectly alone with all of his 'what if's'.
He sauntered around the neighborhood to clear his mind, which was boarderline impossible, but he decided it was better than standing around his house.
He eventually found his way to the swing set he and Lizzie used to play when they were little. He reached for the much too small swing and just sat. He fidgeted in the uncomfortable seat and stared at the ground. He stared as if the ground had some answer to the questions that were whirling through his mind, or at the very least swallow him up.
'She will understand,' he reasoned. 'She has to realize how much thought I put in this. It's not like I CHOSE to become madly, head-over-heals in love with my best friend, or that I CHOSE to lose sleep just endlessly thinking about the way she said my name in English class, or how the scent of her lip gloss is permantantly engrained in my brain.'
While he was continued on his speechless soliloquy, another particular someone was also contemplating.
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"AHHHHHHHH!"
Lizzie's scream was muffled by her soft pillow, now slightly damp from her tears. She had calmed down a little by now (an hour or two after the previous chapter). She had calmed down so much she could now reason.
'I mean Gordo isn't the kind of guy to rush into these things. He organized his t-shirts into colors, for goodness sakes! So why is it ME? It doesn't make any sense!!'
Little did she know it made all too much sense for Gordo. What she didn't know was Gordo made a secret list of all the things he wanted in a woman. He scrutinized and agonized over this list and over time while his feelings grew for Ms. McGuire, the more he came to realize how much she fit all of qualities on the list.
So she lay on her bed, hands behind her head drifting away just replaying what happened just a while ago.
*FLASHBACK*
"Honey," Mr. McGuire started,"well I had an interesting conversation with Gordo yesterday. Well, he seems to... uhm well..."
"WHAT IS IT!?" Lizzie inadvertently spat out.
"Well, Gordo asked me yesterday if he could have my permission to ask you out. And well apparently he loves you."
She sat dumbfounded and numb. And then that's when the tears started to fall...
*END FLASHBACK*
She wasn't exactly sure why she responded the way she did. I mean it wasn't like he was Joseph Stalin. He's Gordo, my friend, my compadre, mi amigo. Not Gordo, my boyfriend and love of my life. (A/N: that made no sense to me but i decided to put it in hehe)
Just then she spoke, but not to anyone in particular. Most likely to the cosmos or whatever governing forces brought about the current strange chain of events that happened.
"If it's meant to be, then so be it, but PLEASE PLEASE don't let it be with Gordo."
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HAHAHA! bet you didn't expect THAt did ya?? haha maybe you did and if you did, muchos kudos to you!