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When I awoke 'that' morning I was in Gordo's arms. I smiled to my self thinking, that's been happening a lot lately, (us waking up in each other's arms) and then I remembered my dad's death. I wished it were a dream.but it couldn't be.no matter how much I hoped and prayed. we only wake up in each other's arms after an extremely unbearable incident.DAMN!

Now Gordo and I were on a 4 hr 15 min flight to Mexico City. My dad's lawyer had told me that I could bring any one person to the funeral with me, tickets were arranged and waiting for me at the front desk. My mom had refused to come saying that that part of her life was over. so I asked Gordo, honestly I was happy that it would be him instead of my mom with me.

It's not that I have anything against my mom, it's just that she'd probably spend the whole time complaining about him as opposed to Gordo. Gordo would 'never' disrespect my father's memory.Gordo would 'always' be there for me. and in all honesty for the past few years he was the 'only' person who had ever seen me cry. it's weird how things work out.

When I first heard the news about my dad I didn't cry.instead I went and told my mom what the lawyer said, after her shock and tears she said she couldn't and wouldn't go. I was in 'so much' pain.but I didn't cry.I ran.I wasn't sure where I was going or where I was until I got there.the Gordon house. The cars were all gone and the lights were all gone, now that I think about it, it was a lot like me, from a distance it looked fine and normal but in fact it was dark and empty. that is until he came home, and just like the house I was no longer empty.

I didn't bother ringing the bell I just sat there clutching my knees. I was suddenly exhausted, but I couldn't cry.not really.until I heard his car pulling up. then I lost it.

After hearing what happened, Gordo's mom had no objections to his coming with me. We left at 11:20 am and are to arrive at 5:35 pm. We'd be gone for a week, only to start school three days later.

Man, I can't help but think that if it weren't for Gordo, I'd never be able to face this, my dad's death, my family. everything. I'll admit at first when he started to date Beth I was sure I'd lose him. but what had he said last night?
'Take me into your darkest hour ,
And I'll never desert you.
I'll stand by you.'

I love that song. WAIT! He 'sang' to me!?! Wow, I don't think I've 'ever' heard Gordo sing before. not even when we were little. I glanced over at him in the seat on my left, he was looking out the window by which he sat, video taping everything. Good old Gordo, and I couldn't help but smile.

He really pulled me through a lot. I was doing everything to keep from thinking about my dad right now, and thinking of Gordo helped. but it wasn't working. not really. If anything, seeing him like this, just like when we were in middle school, filming anything and everything, reminded me more of my dad, and how things were back then.

I was always close to my dad; I'd go with him to fix the car when I was little. sort of the son he never had. He loved music. he liked the music I listened to like Rock, and Pop. he wasn't big on Rap but he loved Latin music. He liked music that meant something, and if it didn't, it had to have a good beat. He was always dancing. always listening to music. he played a bit of guitar, not much any more but when he did you knew he loved it. I couldn't help but smile.

Movies. man, he loved movies. almost as much as he loved music. Every weekend he ether rented a few movies or went to the movies.some times both. He loved every thing. comedy, action, thriller, gory. you name it he'd probably seen it.

He loved to cook. any thing and every thing. He loved sports. especially boxing, and 'Día de los Muertos' was his favorite holiday.

I'm so much like he was that it scares me at times. when he left it broke my heart. my mom wasn't too torn up, she was sad, but not truly hurt. not like me. The difference between my mom and I is that she'll cry even when the pain is mild. and I wont cry even when the pain is killing me.

Daddy. I miss you. I thought as I opened my eye to find Gordo holding my hand on the arm rest, and looking at me with an unreadable _expression. I wondered how long he'd been staring. Then I noticed there was one tear streaming down my right cheek.

I instinctively moved to wipe it with my right hand (the one Gordo wasn't holding), but Gordo's left hand beat me to it. He gave me a small smile before he spoke.

"How you doing?" he asked.

I looked at him for what seemed forever, before I successfully got any words out, "Better, thanks."

"For what?"

"Everything."

"No prob."

Then the flight attendant went on the intercom indicating that the plane would land shortly.already? I hadn't even noticed the time go by.

"You ready?" he asked.

"As I'll ever be," I said giving his hand a little squeeze before the plane started to descend.

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To my reviewers:

BOBTHEBUILDER: LOL there's no pleasing you huh? LOL thanks I loved my ending to that chapter as well.

Lanna07: LOL thanks and I hope every thing works out for ya'll.

Hockeylover: Like I said things WILL get better eventually. but they 'will' I have the perfect ending but there is still some stuff I have to cover in order to make it all work if you stick with me I promise you will not be disappointed.

Black Knight 03: Thanks, I thought it6 would ad the perfact touch if did sing.(hopeless romantic) oh well=)

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