A major development in the story. THE TWO MAIN CHARACTERS SPEAK... TO EACH OTHER!!! It's so amazing that I thought it needed mention. Happy readings!
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The phone rang at the Gordons later that day.
"I'll get it!" Gordo yelled downstairs. He picked up the cordless in his room.
"Hello?"
"Gordo!" a female voice screamed.
He smiled. "Sorry Miranda. Could you speak up? I couldn't quite hear that last part."
"Wow we spent way too much time together when I was there," she said.
"Huh?" He said confused.
"Nevermind." He just shrugged it off. "Hey Gordon, how's it hangin'?"
"It could be better."
"I see. I heard about Danielle. Is that what's wrong?" Miranda questioned.
"Partly. It's just, Danielle's life is never gonna be the same. That is, assuming she'll live. I mean sure she wasn't in the best condition and I highly doubt I would have suffered a stroke, but... I'm not quite sure where I'm going."
"I think I sorta get what you're trying to say. I guess now you finally realize how easily life escapes from us."
"I suppose. Seeing her so helpless in that hallway, just struck a chord, I guess. And couple that with the fact that me and my best friend aren't even speaking... I feel sorta... bad?"
"Nice choice of words there, Gordo." She giggled, lightening the mood. "Oh well, Gordo such is the nature of life. Lives are given and taken away. Loves are found and lost. Friendships gained, and then fade away into dusty records of time." She sighed.
Gordo was baffled. "Where did THAT come from?"
"I dunno. Sounds like something from a movie I watched last week though." She said blankly, "So anyways, what are you gonna do about Lizzie?"
"I dunno. Ever since I got from my trip, it's just been awkward. Man, if I didn't tell her I would be speaking to her right now."
"If you're really that bad off, just talk to her."
"You know how many times I've told myself that. She knows she should talk to me, I know I should talk to her. It's just we're both too afraid to talk to each other."
"You? You told her you liked her after like forever! You overcame that, much larger obstacle. Why not start a simple conversation?"
"I told her THROUGH HER FATHER! I'm a whimp!"
"Hm... You're right. Well anyways, while you baste in your own self-pity, I have a date... with my cousin. We're goin' out to eat. Hey before I leave, I should tell you that I'm coming back for good around Thanksgiving. Bye!" She rushed and hung up quickly.
He stared at his phone and hung up. Not allowing him to think what exactly she meant admitting he was right, the phone rang again. 'Miranda again.' he assumed.
"Hello?" he answered.
"Hello?" He almost dropped the phone, his heart skipped a beat and his voice gave out. "Hello?" Lizzie's voice rung from the receiver of of Gordo's phone. He snapped back to reality and promptly answered.
"Hey Lizzie," he spat out, not at all trying to hide his nervousness or eagerness.
"Hey. I'm coming over now, I just wanted to know if you were busy or not."
"No, not busy at all."
"Okay... great!" she said. "I'll be there soon. Bye Gordo."
"Bye." he said. The line went dead. He nearly ran to the closet, to change out of his sweatpants and wrinkled shirt he wore to sleep and into some nier clothes. Petty and superficial if he were someone else he may have scolded himself, but now was not the time for that. Lizzie's coming!
The doorbell rang.
"What?! It's only been three minutes!" he said quickly putting on a pair of jeans. He sprinted his way to the door. He opened to find a girl, panting and had obviously been running. She put her hands to her knees and waited a moment to gather herself. She put her head down letting her dark hair cover her face. She took a breath.
She stood upright to reveal her face. She was Asian and relatively tall, about Gordo's height of 5'8". She also had a thin face, surrounded with long, dark brown hair. Many girls envied her hair type - manageable, long, thick, and straight. She had no make-up on and seemed to have made no effort to look like a beauty queen.
"Hi. I'm Lurlina Lee at your service." she stood upright and stuck out her hand for a handshake. Gordo did as such. "I don't believe we've met, Gordo?"
"Yeah, it's Gordo. I'm sorry. Who exactly ARE you?"
"Oh so sorry. I just moved in... about a month ago. Our parents met and they told me about you. OH! I just remembered," she said slapping her forehead, "My dog just ran into your yard through your fence. I couldn't jump the fence so I sorta need your help. You have time?"
"Umm..." he looked to the road and looked left to right and back left. "Yeah, I have time. Come in." He motioned her in.
As she entered, she looked about curiously at his home. There was a whole wall devoted to pictures of Mr. and Mrs. Gordon's precious son. Many of the pictures have two girls. One of the three as toddlers on the swings. Another of them at a birthday party of sorts. A wall full of pictures. Gordo spoke out, "Does he do this much, Lurina?"
"You can just call me Lina. She smiled. "And I'm afraid so, Max is really energetic and I guess he broke from his leash when he saw a bird or rabbit or something."
They quickly turned to the back door when they heard a faint bark. Lina and Gordo rushed to the back. Lina tracked the sound to a bush along the side of the house. She tried to move a couple branches to see, but immediately recoiled when she felt the tips of the leaves.
"Who's bright idea was it to have a thorn bush?" she smirked jokingly. He just responded with a small laugh.
He got down on his stomach to see under the tree. He saw a small white dog curled up beneath near the trunk. He tried to reach out, but his arms were too short.
"Oh, you really didn't have to do that." Lina said sympathetically, watching Gordo get up and pick out the thorns from the sleeves of his shirt. She thought of helping him but instead she sat before the bush and stuck her leg beneath the bush. Her brow wrinkled a bit from the pricks. She tried to pacify the pup by shh's as she pushed him through the branches with her foot. She held him still while she picked out the thorns from his fluffy coat. "Thanks a lot for your help, Gordo. If you ever need anything, you can just come visit. I'll probably be home. Thanks again." She hit Max's snout. "And you, don't you ever do that again."
"No need for thanks, I didn't really do anything."
"Eh, so what if you didn't?" She laughed. "See you around. Should I just let myself out?"
"Oh no, I'll see you out."
"How very chivalrous."
He opened the back door. "Yeah well, that's me. Good ol' chivalrous Gordo." He said as they both walked through the back door. "Want anything to drink?" He said motioning to the refrigerator.
"Umm... water's fine." He got them both glasses of water and sat down at the kitchen table with Max on her lap.
"How do you like Hillridge so far?"
"Okay. Hasn't changed too much since the last time I was here."
"You've been here before?"
"Lived. I spent the first 10 years of my life in a house about, mmm... three minutes from here. Then I moved to Jersey 'cuz my dad needed a 'change'. And well, a couple years of begging on my mother's part, well, any man would break down. Don't ya think?" She smiled again. Gordo laughed and took a sip.
"Well, enough about my boring life..." She got up from her seat, put Max on the floor, and headed towards the hallway. Both Max and Gordo followed her. She pointed to a picture in a golden engraved frame. "I want to know what this is about." Two year old versions of Miranda, Lizzie, and Gordo were on a floor large deck patio all huddled in a circle on their knees and puffed up cheeks, as if they were blowing at something on the floor.
He chuckled. "Funny story actually. Those are my two best friends, Miranda," he pointed to the dark-haired toddler in the pigtails, "and Lizzie." he pointed again to the blonde in the overalls and french braids. "I think that was our first Fourth of July together. Me and Lizzie knew each other forever and we met Miranda at preschool. Anyways, we had this inexplicable fascination with bugs. Our dads thought this was adorable, but the moms were freaked out we were gonna malaria or something. So at Lizzie's house, while the dads were cooking and moms were talking, we would search the ground for flies, and we would all rush around it and start blowing 'til it flew away." Lina giggled and looked at Gordo, who was focused on the picture. "I remember right after this picture, Lizzie spoted what she thought was a fly and she started to blow it away by herself. Well, it didn't take her long to realize that she had just pissed off a bee. So she ended up getting stung on her nose and she cried. Miranda ran to get Lizzie's mom inside and I stayed with her," he paused for a moment. "I think it's here somewhere..." he said scanning the wall with his finger. "Here," he said pointing up at another picture of Gordo hugging a crying Lizzie with a swollen, bright red nose. He laughed at the picture.
Lina just stared at him perceptively. "You like her don't you?" she said calmly.
"Wow. I've known you for a whole ten minutes..." he started.
"Oh I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have asked." she apologized quickly. She picked up Max and headed towards the door.
"No, no. I was just gonna say how insightful you are. Well, if you have to leave, maybe I'll see you at school."
"Yeah, maybe."
He opened the door for her and none other than Lizzie was there. Lina looked at Lizzie, then at Gordo. She smiled knowingly. Lina quietly uttered a 'hey' in Lizzie's direction with a smile. When Lizzie was inside, Lina turned around briefly and gave Gordo a thumbs up when Lizzie wasn't looking.
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like the little "fly blowing" story? I visited my cousins over Thanksgiving. and no lie, my three baby cousins (all under 2 1/2 years) were actually doing this! it was SOOO adorable when they were celebrating when a fly flew away and their spit was all over the deck. CUTE!
Just as reference. the name "Lurlina" means temptress? Any chance of a future different kind of L/G relationship on the horizon?? Maybe... Lina is sort of an anti-Lizzie, in a good way. They both are nice and fun-loving. Lizzie is more... superficial? Lina kind of reminds me of Miranda. Just my thoughts.
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The phone rang at the Gordons later that day.
"I'll get it!" Gordo yelled downstairs. He picked up the cordless in his room.
"Hello?"
"Gordo!" a female voice screamed.
He smiled. "Sorry Miranda. Could you speak up? I couldn't quite hear that last part."
"Wow we spent way too much time together when I was there," she said.
"Huh?" He said confused.
"Nevermind." He just shrugged it off. "Hey Gordon, how's it hangin'?"
"It could be better."
"I see. I heard about Danielle. Is that what's wrong?" Miranda questioned.
"Partly. It's just, Danielle's life is never gonna be the same. That is, assuming she'll live. I mean sure she wasn't in the best condition and I highly doubt I would have suffered a stroke, but... I'm not quite sure where I'm going."
"I think I sorta get what you're trying to say. I guess now you finally realize how easily life escapes from us."
"I suppose. Seeing her so helpless in that hallway, just struck a chord, I guess. And couple that with the fact that me and my best friend aren't even speaking... I feel sorta... bad?"
"Nice choice of words there, Gordo." She giggled, lightening the mood. "Oh well, Gordo such is the nature of life. Lives are given and taken away. Loves are found and lost. Friendships gained, and then fade away into dusty records of time." She sighed.
Gordo was baffled. "Where did THAT come from?"
"I dunno. Sounds like something from a movie I watched last week though." She said blankly, "So anyways, what are you gonna do about Lizzie?"
"I dunno. Ever since I got from my trip, it's just been awkward. Man, if I didn't tell her I would be speaking to her right now."
"If you're really that bad off, just talk to her."
"You know how many times I've told myself that. She knows she should talk to me, I know I should talk to her. It's just we're both too afraid to talk to each other."
"You? You told her you liked her after like forever! You overcame that, much larger obstacle. Why not start a simple conversation?"
"I told her THROUGH HER FATHER! I'm a whimp!"
"Hm... You're right. Well anyways, while you baste in your own self-pity, I have a date... with my cousin. We're goin' out to eat. Hey before I leave, I should tell you that I'm coming back for good around Thanksgiving. Bye!" She rushed and hung up quickly.
He stared at his phone and hung up. Not allowing him to think what exactly she meant admitting he was right, the phone rang again. 'Miranda again.' he assumed.
"Hello?" he answered.
"Hello?" He almost dropped the phone, his heart skipped a beat and his voice gave out. "Hello?" Lizzie's voice rung from the receiver of of Gordo's phone. He snapped back to reality and promptly answered.
"Hey Lizzie," he spat out, not at all trying to hide his nervousness or eagerness.
"Hey. I'm coming over now, I just wanted to know if you were busy or not."
"No, not busy at all."
"Okay... great!" she said. "I'll be there soon. Bye Gordo."
"Bye." he said. The line went dead. He nearly ran to the closet, to change out of his sweatpants and wrinkled shirt he wore to sleep and into some nier clothes. Petty and superficial if he were someone else he may have scolded himself, but now was not the time for that. Lizzie's coming!
The doorbell rang.
"What?! It's only been three minutes!" he said quickly putting on a pair of jeans. He sprinted his way to the door. He opened to find a girl, panting and had obviously been running. She put her hands to her knees and waited a moment to gather herself. She put her head down letting her dark hair cover her face. She took a breath.
She stood upright to reveal her face. She was Asian and relatively tall, about Gordo's height of 5'8". She also had a thin face, surrounded with long, dark brown hair. Many girls envied her hair type - manageable, long, thick, and straight. She had no make-up on and seemed to have made no effort to look like a beauty queen.
"Hi. I'm Lurlina Lee at your service." she stood upright and stuck out her hand for a handshake. Gordo did as such. "I don't believe we've met, Gordo?"
"Yeah, it's Gordo. I'm sorry. Who exactly ARE you?"
"Oh so sorry. I just moved in... about a month ago. Our parents met and they told me about you. OH! I just remembered," she said slapping her forehead, "My dog just ran into your yard through your fence. I couldn't jump the fence so I sorta need your help. You have time?"
"Umm..." he looked to the road and looked left to right and back left. "Yeah, I have time. Come in." He motioned her in.
As she entered, she looked about curiously at his home. There was a whole wall devoted to pictures of Mr. and Mrs. Gordon's precious son. Many of the pictures have two girls. One of the three as toddlers on the swings. Another of them at a birthday party of sorts. A wall full of pictures. Gordo spoke out, "Does he do this much, Lurina?"
"You can just call me Lina. She smiled. "And I'm afraid so, Max is really energetic and I guess he broke from his leash when he saw a bird or rabbit or something."
They quickly turned to the back door when they heard a faint bark. Lina and Gordo rushed to the back. Lina tracked the sound to a bush along the side of the house. She tried to move a couple branches to see, but immediately recoiled when she felt the tips of the leaves.
"Who's bright idea was it to have a thorn bush?" she smirked jokingly. He just responded with a small laugh.
He got down on his stomach to see under the tree. He saw a small white dog curled up beneath near the trunk. He tried to reach out, but his arms were too short.
"Oh, you really didn't have to do that." Lina said sympathetically, watching Gordo get up and pick out the thorns from the sleeves of his shirt. She thought of helping him but instead she sat before the bush and stuck her leg beneath the bush. Her brow wrinkled a bit from the pricks. She tried to pacify the pup by shh's as she pushed him through the branches with her foot. She held him still while she picked out the thorns from his fluffy coat. "Thanks a lot for your help, Gordo. If you ever need anything, you can just come visit. I'll probably be home. Thanks again." She hit Max's snout. "And you, don't you ever do that again."
"No need for thanks, I didn't really do anything."
"Eh, so what if you didn't?" She laughed. "See you around. Should I just let myself out?"
"Oh no, I'll see you out."
"How very chivalrous."
He opened the back door. "Yeah well, that's me. Good ol' chivalrous Gordo." He said as they both walked through the back door. "Want anything to drink?" He said motioning to the refrigerator.
"Umm... water's fine." He got them both glasses of water and sat down at the kitchen table with Max on her lap.
"How do you like Hillridge so far?"
"Okay. Hasn't changed too much since the last time I was here."
"You've been here before?"
"Lived. I spent the first 10 years of my life in a house about, mmm... three minutes from here. Then I moved to Jersey 'cuz my dad needed a 'change'. And well, a couple years of begging on my mother's part, well, any man would break down. Don't ya think?" She smiled again. Gordo laughed and took a sip.
"Well, enough about my boring life..." She got up from her seat, put Max on the floor, and headed towards the hallway. Both Max and Gordo followed her. She pointed to a picture in a golden engraved frame. "I want to know what this is about." Two year old versions of Miranda, Lizzie, and Gordo were on a floor large deck patio all huddled in a circle on their knees and puffed up cheeks, as if they were blowing at something on the floor.
He chuckled. "Funny story actually. Those are my two best friends, Miranda," he pointed to the dark-haired toddler in the pigtails, "and Lizzie." he pointed again to the blonde in the overalls and french braids. "I think that was our first Fourth of July together. Me and Lizzie knew each other forever and we met Miranda at preschool. Anyways, we had this inexplicable fascination with bugs. Our dads thought this was adorable, but the moms were freaked out we were gonna malaria or something. So at Lizzie's house, while the dads were cooking and moms were talking, we would search the ground for flies, and we would all rush around it and start blowing 'til it flew away." Lina giggled and looked at Gordo, who was focused on the picture. "I remember right after this picture, Lizzie spoted what she thought was a fly and she started to blow it away by herself. Well, it didn't take her long to realize that she had just pissed off a bee. So she ended up getting stung on her nose and she cried. Miranda ran to get Lizzie's mom inside and I stayed with her," he paused for a moment. "I think it's here somewhere..." he said scanning the wall with his finger. "Here," he said pointing up at another picture of Gordo hugging a crying Lizzie with a swollen, bright red nose. He laughed at the picture.
Lina just stared at him perceptively. "You like her don't you?" she said calmly.
"Wow. I've known you for a whole ten minutes..." he started.
"Oh I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have asked." she apologized quickly. She picked up Max and headed towards the door.
"No, no. I was just gonna say how insightful you are. Well, if you have to leave, maybe I'll see you at school."
"Yeah, maybe."
He opened the door for her and none other than Lizzie was there. Lina looked at Lizzie, then at Gordo. She smiled knowingly. Lina quietly uttered a 'hey' in Lizzie's direction with a smile. When Lizzie was inside, Lina turned around briefly and gave Gordo a thumbs up when Lizzie wasn't looking.
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like the little "fly blowing" story? I visited my cousins over Thanksgiving. and no lie, my three baby cousins (all under 2 1/2 years) were actually doing this! it was SOOO adorable when they were celebrating when a fly flew away and their spit was all over the deck. CUTE!
Just as reference. the name "Lurlina" means temptress? Any chance of a future different kind of L/G relationship on the horizon?? Maybe... Lina is sort of an anti-Lizzie, in a good way. They both are nice and fun-loving. Lizzie is more... superficial? Lina kind of reminds me of Miranda. Just my thoughts.
I want to hear yours... click purple button and review!!