Wow, is all I have to say, I'm so surprised I got reviews for this even
after Thanksgiving. So, this update is for all the wonderful people who
reviewed and asked for me to finish. A special thanks to Lola, you got me
thinking about this one again, so here you go!
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Gordo jumped back as the folding table crashed to the ground.
"Maybe if we lock the legs in before we set it up," he suggested to his father. Howard nodded and followed the suggestion and pulled the table into an upright position.
"Hey guys," Sam called, walking into the room. He sat a table cloth on down and began to unfold it. "You know, Thanksgiving is a time that all men should give thanks." Howard nodded, then an smirk took over Sam's face. "Thanks that we're not women, and that we don't have to cook."
Gordo rolled his eyes and shook his head. He wished the girls would hurry and get back, he was getting tired of being the center of all of the adults attention. Her looked around the kitchen the slid out quickly before anyone could pin him with a job then ran upstairs. He saw Matt's door closed and walked over. He knocked once, then twisted the knob and entered. He was surprised to see Matt sitting slouched in a computer chair, staring at the ceiling.
"Something interesting up there?" Gordo asked, falling back into a bean bag chair.
Matt peered over at him and slowly let his eyes fall shut. "No."
"Hey," Gordo stated gently. "What's wrong?"
"Melina's got a boyfriend," Matt stated bluntly.
"Is that a bad thing?"
Matt stared at the other young man. "How would you feel if Lizzie got a boyfriend?"
"W-well, it wouldn't matter," Gordo lied. It bothered him to such an extreme that when ever she got a boyfriend, he'd either take on an extra curricular activity, he still had bruises from his attempt at the long jump, or he'd make feeble attempts at dating. The relationships never lasted long because it wasn't who he wanted to be with.
"Well, that's how I feel now," Matt stated.
Gordo stared at him, secretly wondering if he'd ever become this pathetic whining lump. "Well, what is staring at your ceiling going to change?"
"Nothing."
"Exactly! If you want the girl you have to go after the girl. Have you ever made a move on Melina?"
"No," Matt stated, staring at him as if he'd begun to speak in French.
"Well, see, there's one of your problems. And you can't just cave whenever something unexpected happens." Gordo paused, shocked that he was giving this kind of advice. But Matt seemed interested so he continued. "And when you get the chance, you should just jump on it. Because every time you look at her you'll regret not telling her how you feel."
"How do you actually tell her though? And what if she doesn't feel the same?"
"Well, that's a chance you have to take. If she doesn't feel the same, you have to move on, and hope that it doesn't damage the friendship. Don't hold it against her and let her know that there's no hard feelings. And to tell her, well, as soon as I figure that one out, I'll tell you."
"You mean you like someone and you haven't told her yet?" Matt asked, a challenging note in his voice.
"Hey," Gordo protested. "I'm working on it!"
Matt glanced towards the window when he heard a car door slam. He stood up and crossed to the doorway. "I can't believe I was going to listen to your advice when you don't even know what you're talking about," he laughed, shaking his head as he left the room.
Gordo took a deep breath and walked over to the windows and looked out. He saw the silver van back in the driveway, then he saw Lizzie climb out of the driver seat. With a deep breath he turned away from the window. No time like the present! He hurried down the stairs, telling himself that the best way to go would be to just be honest and say what was on his heart. Nodding to himself, he grabbed a hold of the door knob and pull, ready to pull Lizzie away and tell her.
But every thought left his head when he saw her standing at the side of the car next to José, not just next to him, but her arm around his waist and his arm laying on her shoulders.
"Hey, Gordo," she called happily. "Look who's joining us for dinner." She rushed past him and into the house with her guest in tow. Gordo's brain worked frantically to work out what he'd just seen. He stepped towards the car and Miranda who was sliding the back door shut.
"What's that?" he asked.
"Pies."
"No, Lizzie and José."
"He was working and she convinced him to leave work to come eat with us."
"You don't seem happy."
"Well, they both forgot I was there in the car, and I felt like I could have jumped out of the car and no one would have noticed."
Gordo let out a sigh as he stared longingly after them. "So, do you think she likes him?"
Miranda shrugged. "She was talking about liking someone else when we left the house."
Gordo stared at her for a minute, an idea suddenly dawning on him. "Do you like him?"
"What? Me? N-no, not at all," she sighed and dropped her hands to her sides and stared up at the sky. "Okay, yeah, I do. Or I thought I did. But obviously, he only has eyes for one."
The sinking feeling in his stomach made him feel like it would be leaking out his toes soon. "What do you suggest we do?"
"What is there to do?" she answered.
He plucked the pies out of her hands and put his arms around her shoulder to pull her inside. "Get these pies inside before they melt." After that? He hadn't planned that far yet. But today, planning wasn't working out right at all, he'd have to take it as it came. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Are you still interested? Should I write more? Read and review and tell me what you think!
Gordo jumped back as the folding table crashed to the ground.
"Maybe if we lock the legs in before we set it up," he suggested to his father. Howard nodded and followed the suggestion and pulled the table into an upright position.
"Hey guys," Sam called, walking into the room. He sat a table cloth on down and began to unfold it. "You know, Thanksgiving is a time that all men should give thanks." Howard nodded, then an smirk took over Sam's face. "Thanks that we're not women, and that we don't have to cook."
Gordo rolled his eyes and shook his head. He wished the girls would hurry and get back, he was getting tired of being the center of all of the adults attention. Her looked around the kitchen the slid out quickly before anyone could pin him with a job then ran upstairs. He saw Matt's door closed and walked over. He knocked once, then twisted the knob and entered. He was surprised to see Matt sitting slouched in a computer chair, staring at the ceiling.
"Something interesting up there?" Gordo asked, falling back into a bean bag chair.
Matt peered over at him and slowly let his eyes fall shut. "No."
"Hey," Gordo stated gently. "What's wrong?"
"Melina's got a boyfriend," Matt stated bluntly.
"Is that a bad thing?"
Matt stared at the other young man. "How would you feel if Lizzie got a boyfriend?"
"W-well, it wouldn't matter," Gordo lied. It bothered him to such an extreme that when ever she got a boyfriend, he'd either take on an extra curricular activity, he still had bruises from his attempt at the long jump, or he'd make feeble attempts at dating. The relationships never lasted long because it wasn't who he wanted to be with.
"Well, that's how I feel now," Matt stated.
Gordo stared at him, secretly wondering if he'd ever become this pathetic whining lump. "Well, what is staring at your ceiling going to change?"
"Nothing."
"Exactly! If you want the girl you have to go after the girl. Have you ever made a move on Melina?"
"No," Matt stated, staring at him as if he'd begun to speak in French.
"Well, see, there's one of your problems. And you can't just cave whenever something unexpected happens." Gordo paused, shocked that he was giving this kind of advice. But Matt seemed interested so he continued. "And when you get the chance, you should just jump on it. Because every time you look at her you'll regret not telling her how you feel."
"How do you actually tell her though? And what if she doesn't feel the same?"
"Well, that's a chance you have to take. If she doesn't feel the same, you have to move on, and hope that it doesn't damage the friendship. Don't hold it against her and let her know that there's no hard feelings. And to tell her, well, as soon as I figure that one out, I'll tell you."
"You mean you like someone and you haven't told her yet?" Matt asked, a challenging note in his voice.
"Hey," Gordo protested. "I'm working on it!"
Matt glanced towards the window when he heard a car door slam. He stood up and crossed to the doorway. "I can't believe I was going to listen to your advice when you don't even know what you're talking about," he laughed, shaking his head as he left the room.
Gordo took a deep breath and walked over to the windows and looked out. He saw the silver van back in the driveway, then he saw Lizzie climb out of the driver seat. With a deep breath he turned away from the window. No time like the present! He hurried down the stairs, telling himself that the best way to go would be to just be honest and say what was on his heart. Nodding to himself, he grabbed a hold of the door knob and pull, ready to pull Lizzie away and tell her.
But every thought left his head when he saw her standing at the side of the car next to José, not just next to him, but her arm around his waist and his arm laying on her shoulders.
"Hey, Gordo," she called happily. "Look who's joining us for dinner." She rushed past him and into the house with her guest in tow. Gordo's brain worked frantically to work out what he'd just seen. He stepped towards the car and Miranda who was sliding the back door shut.
"What's that?" he asked.
"Pies."
"No, Lizzie and José."
"He was working and she convinced him to leave work to come eat with us."
"You don't seem happy."
"Well, they both forgot I was there in the car, and I felt like I could have jumped out of the car and no one would have noticed."
Gordo let out a sigh as he stared longingly after them. "So, do you think she likes him?"
Miranda shrugged. "She was talking about liking someone else when we left the house."
Gordo stared at her for a minute, an idea suddenly dawning on him. "Do you like him?"
"What? Me? N-no, not at all," she sighed and dropped her hands to her sides and stared up at the sky. "Okay, yeah, I do. Or I thought I did. But obviously, he only has eyes for one."
The sinking feeling in his stomach made him feel like it would be leaking out his toes soon. "What do you suggest we do?"
"What is there to do?" she answered.
He plucked the pies out of her hands and put his arms around her shoulder to pull her inside. "Get these pies inside before they melt." After that? He hadn't planned that far yet. But today, planning wasn't working out right at all, he'd have to take it as it came. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Are you still interested? Should I write more? Read and review and tell me what you think!
