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Lizzie pulled the Hispanic boy in to the kitchen. She cleared her throat, hoping to catch the adults' attention. "Mom," she called when that didn't work.
José stood silently beside her, looking at his feet.
"Mom!" Lizzie snapped.
The arguing in the kitchen finally stopped and her mother turned to look at her.
"Yes, Elizabeth," Jo snipped.
Lizzie winced at the use of her fist name, then smiled. "This is José, his family is visiting his brother for the holiday. And, well, no one should be alone on this holiday."
Jo pushed a strand of her bangs out of her eyes then smiled at the young man. "Hello, José, it's great to have you. Lizzie, why don't you grab some plates, and José, grab the glasses and you guys can set the table."
Lizzie nodded and led him to a cabinet. She pointed out the glasses then told him how many people were at the house. She then opened the next cabinet to grab the plates. She stood on her toes and laughed when José realized she couldn't reach and pulled them down for her.
"Thanks," she grinned, brushing her hair behind her ear. She lead him to the table in the dining room.
"Are your parents particular about how the table is set?" he asked.
"No, as long as everything on the table, I don't think they'll notice much of anything else," Lizzie stated softly, glancing into the kitchen.
José laughed. "Do you always have a big Thanksgiving?"
"Well, usually my grandma will come over, but this year, Mom invited the Sanchezs and Gordons."
José nodded. Lizzie glanced over at him out of the corner of her eye. "How about you?"
"We usually have a small one," he shrugged. "It's never this close though."
"Close?" Lizzie snickered. "They've done nothing but argue all morning."
"Yeah, but they're not screaming, or throwing things. And you've got Miranda and Gordo."
"I guess I do," she smiled. She finished the place settings. "I wonder where they disappeared to." She walked into the living room and found the two of them sprawled on the couch. Miranda's feet were handing over the arm of the couch, her back against Gordo's side. Lizzie laughed and plopped down on the couch beside them both.
"What are we doing?" she asked, leaning her head back, looking up at Gordo. He said nothing and shrugged. Miranda let out a muffled little sound but still said nothing. Lizzie pulled herself in to an upright position and looked at them both. "Dinner isn't even done yet and you two are already ready for a nap."
Still, they said nothing.
José walked into the room and raised his eyebrow. "What's going on?"
"Miranda, want to go outside?" Gordo asked suddenly, standing up.
Lizzie stared at him, puzzled. "I'll go with you," she called, pulling herself off the couch. Gordo said nothing, but didn't wait for her either, he quickly walked outside.
Lizzie made an irritated face, then quickly followed. What was with Gordo?
"Hey," she called, walking outside. She saw him walk towards the driveway, then turned around and lean against the car. "What's up?"
"Nothing."
"Something. You've become insanely moody," she stated, crossing her arms.
"Have you talked to your brother?"
"No, what's that have to do with anything?"
"He's a smart kid."
"Gordo."
"What?"
"You're not making sense."
"That's okay."
Lizzie let out a frustrated moan and stared at him.
"Where is José?" he asked.
"Inside with Miranda."
Gordo nodded then glanced towards the end of the street.
Lizzie tried not to smile. He was so unbelievably adorable she wanted to throw her arms around him. Well, until he opened his mouth and started with the snappy attitude he'd had since she'd gotten back home.
Crossing her arms over her chest she walked over and stood beside him, staring into the back yard as he was staring at.
"Come on, Gordo, what's wrong. You know you can tell me."
He slowly turned his head to look at her. His blue eyes locked with her own. He took a deep breath. "Lizzie, I-"
"Lizzie!" Sam yelled, leaning out the patio door.
Lizzie sighed and turned whirled around to look at him. "What?"
"Have you seen your brother?"
Lizzie wrinkled her forehead. "No."
Sam quickly whirled around, Lizzie could hear his voice fill with worry as he called out, "Jo! Matt's missing!"
Lizzie pulled the Hispanic boy in to the kitchen. She cleared her throat, hoping to catch the adults' attention. "Mom," she called when that didn't work.
José stood silently beside her, looking at his feet.
"Mom!" Lizzie snapped.
The arguing in the kitchen finally stopped and her mother turned to look at her.
"Yes, Elizabeth," Jo snipped.
Lizzie winced at the use of her fist name, then smiled. "This is José, his family is visiting his brother for the holiday. And, well, no one should be alone on this holiday."
Jo pushed a strand of her bangs out of her eyes then smiled at the young man. "Hello, José, it's great to have you. Lizzie, why don't you grab some plates, and José, grab the glasses and you guys can set the table."
Lizzie nodded and led him to a cabinet. She pointed out the glasses then told him how many people were at the house. She then opened the next cabinet to grab the plates. She stood on her toes and laughed when José realized she couldn't reach and pulled them down for her.
"Thanks," she grinned, brushing her hair behind her ear. She lead him to the table in the dining room.
"Are your parents particular about how the table is set?" he asked.
"No, as long as everything on the table, I don't think they'll notice much of anything else," Lizzie stated softly, glancing into the kitchen.
José laughed. "Do you always have a big Thanksgiving?"
"Well, usually my grandma will come over, but this year, Mom invited the Sanchezs and Gordons."
José nodded. Lizzie glanced over at him out of the corner of her eye. "How about you?"
"We usually have a small one," he shrugged. "It's never this close though."
"Close?" Lizzie snickered. "They've done nothing but argue all morning."
"Yeah, but they're not screaming, or throwing things. And you've got Miranda and Gordo."
"I guess I do," she smiled. She finished the place settings. "I wonder where they disappeared to." She walked into the living room and found the two of them sprawled on the couch. Miranda's feet were handing over the arm of the couch, her back against Gordo's side. Lizzie laughed and plopped down on the couch beside them both.
"What are we doing?" she asked, leaning her head back, looking up at Gordo. He said nothing and shrugged. Miranda let out a muffled little sound but still said nothing. Lizzie pulled herself in to an upright position and looked at them both. "Dinner isn't even done yet and you two are already ready for a nap."
Still, they said nothing.
José walked into the room and raised his eyebrow. "What's going on?"
"Miranda, want to go outside?" Gordo asked suddenly, standing up.
Lizzie stared at him, puzzled. "I'll go with you," she called, pulling herself off the couch. Gordo said nothing, but didn't wait for her either, he quickly walked outside.
Lizzie made an irritated face, then quickly followed. What was with Gordo?
"Hey," she called, walking outside. She saw him walk towards the driveway, then turned around and lean against the car. "What's up?"
"Nothing."
"Something. You've become insanely moody," she stated, crossing her arms.
"Have you talked to your brother?"
"No, what's that have to do with anything?"
"He's a smart kid."
"Gordo."
"What?"
"You're not making sense."
"That's okay."
Lizzie let out a frustrated moan and stared at him.
"Where is José?" he asked.
"Inside with Miranda."
Gordo nodded then glanced towards the end of the street.
Lizzie tried not to smile. He was so unbelievably adorable she wanted to throw her arms around him. Well, until he opened his mouth and started with the snappy attitude he'd had since she'd gotten back home.
Crossing her arms over her chest she walked over and stood beside him, staring into the back yard as he was staring at.
"Come on, Gordo, what's wrong. You know you can tell me."
He slowly turned his head to look at her. His blue eyes locked with her own. He took a deep breath. "Lizzie, I-"
"Lizzie!" Sam yelled, leaning out the patio door.
Lizzie sighed and turned whirled around to look at him. "What?"
"Have you seen your brother?"
Lizzie wrinkled her forehead. "No."
Sam quickly whirled around, Lizzie could hear his voice fill with worry as he called out, "Jo! Matt's missing!"
