I'm feeling very romantic right now. Partly because i just watched the sweetest little video about lizzie and gordo. If you want to check it out, the author/director is Kimberline. I thought it was nice.
VinSinFlor: Thanks a bunch for review! I totally understand about the uncomfortableness that comes with a close friend telling you that he likes you. So i tried to incorporate a little bit of "realness" into that. If your best friend told you he liked you, would you be really that eager to go for him too? and btw, you can breathe a sigh of relief: it's not Ethan. haha
I have a confession to make. I really don't know what #2 is yet. not a clue... that's pretty bad.
random question: does anyone know the driving age for california?
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.Chapter 6.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~
(earlier in the day)
Gordo hustled back into the musty-smelling locker room. He had just completed another eighth period gym class. He changed into back into his clothes, grabbed his bookbag from his gym locker and hurried out of the locker room. Something about being half-naked in a room with 20 other sweaty guys made him slightly uneasy.
Half way out the main office door, he realized he had to bring his gym clothes home from school, but instead of leaving them like any other highschooler would, he rushed back. Just in time for varsity cheerleading practice in the gym.
Passing the girl's side of the gym, he couldn't help but be just a tad curious. The doors were opened so all he did was stand out of view next to the open door. And happened to overhear a certain conversation.
The two girls let out a few muffled giggles.
"Yeah, it's a REAL shame. Especially for it to happen to someone SOOO incredibly nice." the cheerleader half-whispered-half-giggled out again.
"Yeah, well if we're lucky she'll be so broken up about it that maybe she can quit cheerleading and give the rest of us something actually to do besides clap our hands." the second cheerleader hoped.
"Amen. At least now we know where Kate gets her slutty ways now." Giggles.
"You know I hear it was Kate's mom's FIFTH marriage."
Suddenly, it all made sense.
* * * * *
She removed the headsets from her ears and stuffed the crumpled receipt and pencil into her back pocket. With a little trouble she left her spot from behind. She saw him from behind, skipping another rock.
'Here goes nothing.' Lizzie went down there, slightly nervous. She stood there, behind him, about as awkward as a person could be. He seemed to notice, but didn't turn around. She took another step forward. The crunching of the gravel and sand beneath her sneakers seemed to catch his attention.
"Hey." she said out of the blue. He turned around. He had fairly long, brown hair which stopped at the bottom of his neck, dark eyes, and a slight build. 'He doesn't seem to mind how he looked too much.' Lizzie thought to herself, noticing his unstyled hair and slightly wrinkled shirt.
He nodded as if to say hi. 'I guess speaking is above him.'
"I haven't seen you around before. what's your name?" she said scrambling for something to say.
"Jeremy." he answered, without much emotion. He seemed to have taken a small break from skipping rocks.
"Alas he speaks." she spoke out accidently. They were now side by side, facing to water. He let out a small hint of a laugh.
"Yeah sorry 'bout that. I just moved here from San Deigo and... well yeah. Anyways, I just kinda miss it." He smiled and looked into her eyes for a moment. He seemed to have gotten a little frazzled from direct eye contact. 'Wow! he's so adorable when he smiles!'
"Wow, I love San Deigo." She stated. She was happy they had something to talk about... finally.
"You've been there?"
"Me and my family go there every summer for a week. We stay at our Grandparent's timeshare and it's right by the beach. So you're goin' to Hillrdge High?" she continued, trying her best to keep her voice calm yet feeling her pulse get a little faster.
"Yeah seems that way." He skipped another rock.
"Mind if I join you?" She asked, referring to the rock skipping.
"Sure. Knock yourself out." She bent down to search for a suitable rock. "Hey, I never got your name."
She found a nice flat stone and slung it across the top of the water. She then watched it skip and twirl over the water five consecutive times. She waited a beat, making sure to stay "cool".
"Lizzie." They exchanged glances and smiled simultaneously.
* * * * *
(Meanwhile...)
Gordo ransacked his normally clean room to the point where only scanty clusters of his carpet were visible. Books, folders, and even his bed covers were thrown from their appointed spots.
"Come on, come on where is it.." He half-asked to himself. He rummaged through old clothes in the top shelf of his dark closet until he came upon it. He carefully lifted the old dusty show box; his heart swelled up with old memories and dare he say it-love.
* * * * *
Lizzie came home about a half hour later floating on air. As she approached her house, she noticed her father digging, or rather filling, a hole around a newly planted tree. It was a young suckling of a tree, probably no taller than four feet.
"Hey honey." He said looking up from his labor.
"Hi dad." she sighed wistfully.
"Have a nice walk?" He asked questioningly, watching his daughter stare dreamily in the picturesque dusk sky.
"MmmHmm.. I'm gonna go upstairs and call Miranda."
"Okay honey. Dinner's almost done, so don't take too long." Lizzie nearly skipped to the door, just barely listening to her father. Sam shook his head casually in dismay and mild frustration. "Why does he even bother?" he sighed at the sight of an obviously love-struck Lizzie.
* * * * *
*Ring ring*
"Hello?"
"Miranda!!!" Lizzie screamed into her phone.
"Lizzie, could you PLEASE speak up a little, I don't think my ear drum has fully exploded yet." Miranda said, a little too seriously.
"Oh har har. I have some news."
"Oh this is a toughy. Let me guess- it's a guy."
"Oh touchy touchy today, Miranda. As a matter of fact, it isn't just a 'guy'," Lizzie cleared up emphasizing the word 'guy', "It's... love. Okay maybe not LOVE, but at the very least my chance at happiness."
"Ooooooh!" Miranda exclaimed, with the enthusiasm Lizzie expected, "What's his name??"
Preceded by her signature dreamy sigh, "Jeremy... and he just moved... from San Deigo. And he's a surfer. He has these gorgeous pair of dark eyes..." Lizzie stopped when she heard silence on the other end. "Miranda?"
"Oh yeah sorry Lizzie my little brother just came in for a sec. Keep going, dark eyes..."
A little confused, Lizzie kept going. "We met at the park and it's like something hit me out of nowhere. And it's so funny that I was, like, thinking about love at the exact time I saw him. It's like the gods are rewarding me for dealing with... Matt." She completed.
"That's great, Lizzie. It really is. But remember, don't rush too fast into stuff like this. Given your history, I would try to... restrain myself, just a little. Just so you don't get more hurt then you need to."
"Yeah, It's like, when I fall, I fall hard. Maybe a little too hard. So enough about me, what about you?"
"Ooh! My mom told me yesterday we are gonna come back to Hillridge around Thanksgiving! For good!"
"Oh my goodness that's great!!" Lizzie squealed.
"So now all we have to do, is stick it out for another couple monthes or so and I'll FINALLY get to see you."
"Yeah I know! Oh sorry Miranda but I have to go. Dinner. Call me back later tonight, k?"
"Alright." They both hung up. 'Man, I don't know why he even bothers...'
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Ok, Ok. So I changed my mind on the "not-having-Miranda" thing... I hope i did alright on this chapter.
I have a rough idea about where this story is going. But the details, I'm making up along the way. Maybe you guys can IM sn: Springshowers31 me with helpful criticism and/or some help on the 'details'
Chao!
VinSinFlor: Thanks a bunch for review! I totally understand about the uncomfortableness that comes with a close friend telling you that he likes you. So i tried to incorporate a little bit of "realness" into that. If your best friend told you he liked you, would you be really that eager to go for him too? and btw, you can breathe a sigh of relief: it's not Ethan. haha
I have a confession to make. I really don't know what #2 is yet. not a clue... that's pretty bad.
random question: does anyone know the driving age for california?
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.Chapter 6.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~
(earlier in the day)
Gordo hustled back into the musty-smelling locker room. He had just completed another eighth period gym class. He changed into back into his clothes, grabbed his bookbag from his gym locker and hurried out of the locker room. Something about being half-naked in a room with 20 other sweaty guys made him slightly uneasy.
Half way out the main office door, he realized he had to bring his gym clothes home from school, but instead of leaving them like any other highschooler would, he rushed back. Just in time for varsity cheerleading practice in the gym.
Passing the girl's side of the gym, he couldn't help but be just a tad curious. The doors were opened so all he did was stand out of view next to the open door. And happened to overhear a certain conversation.
The two girls let out a few muffled giggles.
"Yeah, it's a REAL shame. Especially for it to happen to someone SOOO incredibly nice." the cheerleader half-whispered-half-giggled out again.
"Yeah, well if we're lucky she'll be so broken up about it that maybe she can quit cheerleading and give the rest of us something actually to do besides clap our hands." the second cheerleader hoped.
"Amen. At least now we know where Kate gets her slutty ways now." Giggles.
"You know I hear it was Kate's mom's FIFTH marriage."
Suddenly, it all made sense.
* * * * *
She removed the headsets from her ears and stuffed the crumpled receipt and pencil into her back pocket. With a little trouble she left her spot from behind. She saw him from behind, skipping another rock.
'Here goes nothing.' Lizzie went down there, slightly nervous. She stood there, behind him, about as awkward as a person could be. He seemed to notice, but didn't turn around. She took another step forward. The crunching of the gravel and sand beneath her sneakers seemed to catch his attention.
"Hey." she said out of the blue. He turned around. He had fairly long, brown hair which stopped at the bottom of his neck, dark eyes, and a slight build. 'He doesn't seem to mind how he looked too much.' Lizzie thought to herself, noticing his unstyled hair and slightly wrinkled shirt.
He nodded as if to say hi. 'I guess speaking is above him.'
"I haven't seen you around before. what's your name?" she said scrambling for something to say.
"Jeremy." he answered, without much emotion. He seemed to have taken a small break from skipping rocks.
"Alas he speaks." she spoke out accidently. They were now side by side, facing to water. He let out a small hint of a laugh.
"Yeah sorry 'bout that. I just moved here from San Deigo and... well yeah. Anyways, I just kinda miss it." He smiled and looked into her eyes for a moment. He seemed to have gotten a little frazzled from direct eye contact. 'Wow! he's so adorable when he smiles!'
"Wow, I love San Deigo." She stated. She was happy they had something to talk about... finally.
"You've been there?"
"Me and my family go there every summer for a week. We stay at our Grandparent's timeshare and it's right by the beach. So you're goin' to Hillrdge High?" she continued, trying her best to keep her voice calm yet feeling her pulse get a little faster.
"Yeah seems that way." He skipped another rock.
"Mind if I join you?" She asked, referring to the rock skipping.
"Sure. Knock yourself out." She bent down to search for a suitable rock. "Hey, I never got your name."
She found a nice flat stone and slung it across the top of the water. She then watched it skip and twirl over the water five consecutive times. She waited a beat, making sure to stay "cool".
"Lizzie." They exchanged glances and smiled simultaneously.
* * * * *
(Meanwhile...)
Gordo ransacked his normally clean room to the point where only scanty clusters of his carpet were visible. Books, folders, and even his bed covers were thrown from their appointed spots.
"Come on, come on where is it.." He half-asked to himself. He rummaged through old clothes in the top shelf of his dark closet until he came upon it. He carefully lifted the old dusty show box; his heart swelled up with old memories and dare he say it-love.
* * * * *
Lizzie came home about a half hour later floating on air. As she approached her house, she noticed her father digging, or rather filling, a hole around a newly planted tree. It was a young suckling of a tree, probably no taller than four feet.
"Hey honey." He said looking up from his labor.
"Hi dad." she sighed wistfully.
"Have a nice walk?" He asked questioningly, watching his daughter stare dreamily in the picturesque dusk sky.
"MmmHmm.. I'm gonna go upstairs and call Miranda."
"Okay honey. Dinner's almost done, so don't take too long." Lizzie nearly skipped to the door, just barely listening to her father. Sam shook his head casually in dismay and mild frustration. "Why does he even bother?" he sighed at the sight of an obviously love-struck Lizzie.
* * * * *
*Ring ring*
"Hello?"
"Miranda!!!" Lizzie screamed into her phone.
"Lizzie, could you PLEASE speak up a little, I don't think my ear drum has fully exploded yet." Miranda said, a little too seriously.
"Oh har har. I have some news."
"Oh this is a toughy. Let me guess- it's a guy."
"Oh touchy touchy today, Miranda. As a matter of fact, it isn't just a 'guy'," Lizzie cleared up emphasizing the word 'guy', "It's... love. Okay maybe not LOVE, but at the very least my chance at happiness."
"Ooooooh!" Miranda exclaimed, with the enthusiasm Lizzie expected, "What's his name??"
Preceded by her signature dreamy sigh, "Jeremy... and he just moved... from San Deigo. And he's a surfer. He has these gorgeous pair of dark eyes..." Lizzie stopped when she heard silence on the other end. "Miranda?"
"Oh yeah sorry Lizzie my little brother just came in for a sec. Keep going, dark eyes..."
A little confused, Lizzie kept going. "We met at the park and it's like something hit me out of nowhere. And it's so funny that I was, like, thinking about love at the exact time I saw him. It's like the gods are rewarding me for dealing with... Matt." She completed.
"That's great, Lizzie. It really is. But remember, don't rush too fast into stuff like this. Given your history, I would try to... restrain myself, just a little. Just so you don't get more hurt then you need to."
"Yeah, It's like, when I fall, I fall hard. Maybe a little too hard. So enough about me, what about you?"
"Ooh! My mom told me yesterday we are gonna come back to Hillridge around Thanksgiving! For good!"
"Oh my goodness that's great!!" Lizzie squealed.
"So now all we have to do, is stick it out for another couple monthes or so and I'll FINALLY get to see you."
"Yeah I know! Oh sorry Miranda but I have to go. Dinner. Call me back later tonight, k?"
"Alright." They both hung up. 'Man, I don't know why he even bothers...'
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~
Ok, Ok. So I changed my mind on the "not-having-Miranda" thing... I hope i did alright on this chapter.
I have a rough idea about where this story is going. But the details, I'm making up along the way. Maybe you guys can IM sn: Springshowers31 me with helpful criticism and/or some help on the 'details'
Chao!