"Lizzie," Gordo's tone became worried as soon as Lizzie hit the floor.
"Gordo, you dirk!! Why did you have to scare her like that? You should have seen the look on her face the second she heard your voice," Matt said, the volume of his voice raising slightly after he took in the situation.
"Matt, not helping. And what's with you two being all up close and personal with each other?" Gordo's face went from worried, to annoyed, to confused all within a few seconds.
"Oh, long but good, important story, more on us later. Just take these," Matt replied shortly, handing Gordo a small vial of powder at the same time.
"What am I supposed to do with this? Eat it and die out of guilt" Gordo quipped.
"Haha, very funny. Although, that is what would happen, should you ingest it. Just take the cap off and put it in Lizzie's face so she can sniff the tube, alright?"
"Matt, hon, why do you have smelling salts?"
"Well, do you remember Melina?" At Miranda's nod of confirmation, he continued. "Well, she went through this stage where she used to faint a lot. I got used to keeping them handy." As Matt explained this to Miranda, Gordo was following Matt's instructions. Gordo kneeled next to Lizzie, then shifted slightly so that his left leg was in an Indian style sitting position while he straightened his right leg and slipped it under the girl in front of him. Pulling her into his lap, he slid his right arm beneath her neck, holding the powdery substance under her nose with his free hand.
"Ugh! Matt, get those foul smelling things out of my face," Lizzie said, keeping her eyes closed and swatting at the hand in front of her.
"Lizzie, open your eyes. C'mon, let me make sure this isn't just another dream."
"Okay," then she let her eyes flutter open. "What happened? One second I'm talking to Matt and Miranda, then the next thing I know, I'm curled up in your arms. Am I dreaming about you again?" There was a pause in which Gordo did nothing but look into the eyes of his best friend. Lizzie starring back, then she blinked and shook her head, as if to make sure that the sight in front of her was truly there. "Oh, God. Now I know this can't be a dream," she said, her forehead scrunching up in pain.
"Oh? And why is that," Gordo replied, noticing the expression and becoming concerned.
"Yeah, my head won't stop spinning."
"Here, take these and drink this. You'll feel better, trust me." At the girl's skeptical look, he began to further his explanation. "It's just some aspirin and water. It'll make you become less light-headed and calm you down. I don't want you fainting again any time soon."
"You spoil me, Gordo. Why are you so good to me?" As soon as she finished, she let her gaze wonder to his, only to see a look of pure adoration. "No, seriously," she pushed, "why are you so good to me," this time using a more inquisitive tune of voice.
Instead of answering, Gordo framed Lizzie's face with his hands, rubbing a thumb across her cheek. As Lizzie went quiet and Gordo leaned down to meet her face with his, Matt and Miranda turned their attention to the others in the room.
"Aww, Matt, look at them! They're finally gonna get together." Miranda spoke her words as quietly as she could muster, so as not to ruin the goings on of her two best friends.
"Miranda, hun, why don't we go down stairs for a little while, or go to Lizzie's room and watch some TV, okay? I've got a feeling that once the lip-lock subsides, they're gonna wanna talk, so let's give them the courtesy that they gave us, huh? Whatta' ya say?" Realizing that the young man sitting next to her have a valid point, she agreed and the two began to exit the room as if it were a scene from a movie on mute, not making any noise that might startle the other two young people in the room.
As soon as they heard the click of the door to Matt's room latching shut, Gordo and Lizzie were both torn from their previous mental state and were suddenly very aware of both their current situation and seating arrangement.
"Uhh, well then." Lizzie's words trailed off as she began to sit up and gain her balance being on her feet once more.
"Yeah, umm, what the hell.?" Gordo decided that her sentence needed an ending, and so opted to close the string of words for her.
"Oh, God," she half said, half whispered before loosing her balance, being caught once again by her best friend before he steered both of them to take seats on her brother's bed.
"You okay there, Liz? You shouldn't have gotten up so fast after fainting and then wasting your breath kissing me, you know. You might have gotten a concussion when you fainted earlier. We should have you checked out for any actual injuries."
"Well, you do it; you're pre-med., aren't you? Why don't you just make sure that everything is all hunky-dory and take care of anything that's wrong?"
"They put the prefix of pre on the med. for a reason. I'd have no idea what to do first."
"I trust you Gordo," were the only words said, yet they accompanied an extremely sincere gaze into his eyes that was met with a shy look from the man sitting next to her.
"Whatever, you're delusional. You'd better stay awake for the next couple of hours. I'm sure Miranda and Matt will help out. We've got to keep you busy for at least three hours now."
"I think that you can keep me busy for a few hours even without Miranda and Matt."
"Oh, did you want me to go to Blockbuster and get some PS2 games? Test your motor skills, hand-eye coordination? It's a definite possibility."
"Okay, but Matt has plenty of games for our system. No need to make it a Blockbuster night."
"Why couldn't Matt and Miranda have gotten together when we were all in High School together? On another note, why couldn't we?"
"Good question, the only problem being, no one has an answer," Andrea replied. "Well then, lets go face the music of the best friend and kid brother, shall we?"
"Well, what do you know," Matt remarked as he watched his sister and Gordo come out into the hallway. "the genius out of all of us doesn't have an explanation of why they never got together, but we do." "And what is that explanation, oh wise one?" When Gordo said this, he used the most sarcastic tone of voice he could muster, despite his level of actual curiosity to hear what the younger man had to say.
"Duh, you were afraid to say something because you didn't know if the other felt the same and you were scared to risk the friendship that you've both got with each other." "I didn't think that he'd say something that made that much sense." Directing her gaze from her boyfriend to her brother, Lizzie continued. "You must have been analyzing our relationship for a long time." "Well, Melina was actually the one that analyzed most of it. Before she got really bad, she explained the whole thing to me. It was weird. She had known what was going on and what would eventually happen before either of you actually caught on. It was all figured out before you were in your sophomore year at Hilldridge High."
"Sorry to bring her up Matt. I know it sucks to think about what happened. She was your best friend for a long time."
"It's cool. I stopped feeling sorry for myself over that a while ago. Hey, we're all going to be roommates. You guys still think that we need that four bedroom place?" At Matt's last comment, all four of the friends started chuckling, Lizzie iving her brother a light smack on the back of his head.
A/N: Want to know what happened to Melina? If you want, I'll write a separate story that happens before this one takes place and do that. Since I got so many reviews about doing a sequel to this fic, I have no choice but to continue the story of these four characters. Also, I'm apologizing again for such a long wait. Good thing my computer is fixed, otherwise there might be a few readers ready to hurt me. LOL. Review, the more I get, the sooner the sequel is posted.
"Gordo, you dirk!! Why did you have to scare her like that? You should have seen the look on her face the second she heard your voice," Matt said, the volume of his voice raising slightly after he took in the situation.
"Matt, not helping. And what's with you two being all up close and personal with each other?" Gordo's face went from worried, to annoyed, to confused all within a few seconds.
"Oh, long but good, important story, more on us later. Just take these," Matt replied shortly, handing Gordo a small vial of powder at the same time.
"What am I supposed to do with this? Eat it and die out of guilt" Gordo quipped.
"Haha, very funny. Although, that is what would happen, should you ingest it. Just take the cap off and put it in Lizzie's face so she can sniff the tube, alright?"
"Matt, hon, why do you have smelling salts?"
"Well, do you remember Melina?" At Miranda's nod of confirmation, he continued. "Well, she went through this stage where she used to faint a lot. I got used to keeping them handy." As Matt explained this to Miranda, Gordo was following Matt's instructions. Gordo kneeled next to Lizzie, then shifted slightly so that his left leg was in an Indian style sitting position while he straightened his right leg and slipped it under the girl in front of him. Pulling her into his lap, he slid his right arm beneath her neck, holding the powdery substance under her nose with his free hand.
"Ugh! Matt, get those foul smelling things out of my face," Lizzie said, keeping her eyes closed and swatting at the hand in front of her.
"Lizzie, open your eyes. C'mon, let me make sure this isn't just another dream."
"Okay," then she let her eyes flutter open. "What happened? One second I'm talking to Matt and Miranda, then the next thing I know, I'm curled up in your arms. Am I dreaming about you again?" There was a pause in which Gordo did nothing but look into the eyes of his best friend. Lizzie starring back, then she blinked and shook her head, as if to make sure that the sight in front of her was truly there. "Oh, God. Now I know this can't be a dream," she said, her forehead scrunching up in pain.
"Oh? And why is that," Gordo replied, noticing the expression and becoming concerned.
"Yeah, my head won't stop spinning."
"Here, take these and drink this. You'll feel better, trust me." At the girl's skeptical look, he began to further his explanation. "It's just some aspirin and water. It'll make you become less light-headed and calm you down. I don't want you fainting again any time soon."
"You spoil me, Gordo. Why are you so good to me?" As soon as she finished, she let her gaze wonder to his, only to see a look of pure adoration. "No, seriously," she pushed, "why are you so good to me," this time using a more inquisitive tune of voice.
Instead of answering, Gordo framed Lizzie's face with his hands, rubbing a thumb across her cheek. As Lizzie went quiet and Gordo leaned down to meet her face with his, Matt and Miranda turned their attention to the others in the room.
"Aww, Matt, look at them! They're finally gonna get together." Miranda spoke her words as quietly as she could muster, so as not to ruin the goings on of her two best friends.
"Miranda, hun, why don't we go down stairs for a little while, or go to Lizzie's room and watch some TV, okay? I've got a feeling that once the lip-lock subsides, they're gonna wanna talk, so let's give them the courtesy that they gave us, huh? Whatta' ya say?" Realizing that the young man sitting next to her have a valid point, she agreed and the two began to exit the room as if it were a scene from a movie on mute, not making any noise that might startle the other two young people in the room.
As soon as they heard the click of the door to Matt's room latching shut, Gordo and Lizzie were both torn from their previous mental state and were suddenly very aware of both their current situation and seating arrangement.
"Uhh, well then." Lizzie's words trailed off as she began to sit up and gain her balance being on her feet once more.
"Yeah, umm, what the hell.?" Gordo decided that her sentence needed an ending, and so opted to close the string of words for her.
"Oh, God," she half said, half whispered before loosing her balance, being caught once again by her best friend before he steered both of them to take seats on her brother's bed.
"You okay there, Liz? You shouldn't have gotten up so fast after fainting and then wasting your breath kissing me, you know. You might have gotten a concussion when you fainted earlier. We should have you checked out for any actual injuries."
"Well, you do it; you're pre-med., aren't you? Why don't you just make sure that everything is all hunky-dory and take care of anything that's wrong?"
"They put the prefix of pre on the med. for a reason. I'd have no idea what to do first."
"I trust you Gordo," were the only words said, yet they accompanied an extremely sincere gaze into his eyes that was met with a shy look from the man sitting next to her.
"Whatever, you're delusional. You'd better stay awake for the next couple of hours. I'm sure Miranda and Matt will help out. We've got to keep you busy for at least three hours now."
"I think that you can keep me busy for a few hours even without Miranda and Matt."
"Oh, did you want me to go to Blockbuster and get some PS2 games? Test your motor skills, hand-eye coordination? It's a definite possibility."
"Okay, but Matt has plenty of games for our system. No need to make it a Blockbuster night."
"Why couldn't Matt and Miranda have gotten together when we were all in High School together? On another note, why couldn't we?"
"Good question, the only problem being, no one has an answer," Andrea replied. "Well then, lets go face the music of the best friend and kid brother, shall we?"
"Well, what do you know," Matt remarked as he watched his sister and Gordo come out into the hallway. "the genius out of all of us doesn't have an explanation of why they never got together, but we do." "And what is that explanation, oh wise one?" When Gordo said this, he used the most sarcastic tone of voice he could muster, despite his level of actual curiosity to hear what the younger man had to say.
"Duh, you were afraid to say something because you didn't know if the other felt the same and you were scared to risk the friendship that you've both got with each other." "I didn't think that he'd say something that made that much sense." Directing her gaze from her boyfriend to her brother, Lizzie continued. "You must have been analyzing our relationship for a long time." "Well, Melina was actually the one that analyzed most of it. Before she got really bad, she explained the whole thing to me. It was weird. She had known what was going on and what would eventually happen before either of you actually caught on. It was all figured out before you were in your sophomore year at Hilldridge High."
"Sorry to bring her up Matt. I know it sucks to think about what happened. She was your best friend for a long time."
"It's cool. I stopped feeling sorry for myself over that a while ago. Hey, we're all going to be roommates. You guys still think that we need that four bedroom place?" At Matt's last comment, all four of the friends started chuckling, Lizzie iving her brother a light smack on the back of his head.
A/N: Want to know what happened to Melina? If you want, I'll write a separate story that happens before this one takes place and do that. Since I got so many reviews about doing a sequel to this fic, I have no choice but to continue the story of these four characters. Also, I'm apologizing again for such a long wait. Good thing my computer is fixed, otherwise there might be a few readers ready to hurt me. LOL. Review, the more I get, the sooner the sequel is posted.