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Lizzie stumbled inside, Gordo right beside her. They were both star-crossed and dazed, neither one quite believing what had happened.
Lizzie was astounded that she had kissed Gordo—and liked it.
And Gordo was struck silly with astonishment that his dream had come true.
They wandered down from the rooftop into the main hall. There was still a fair amount of people gathered there, but there wasn't as much of a mob as there had been before. The two made their way over to where Lizzie's parents were sitting, both feeling electrocuted when they brushed against each other, or bumped into one another, and both having the feeling of unfocused eyes.
"I'm going to bed," Lizzie and Gordo said simultaneously. Mrs. McGuire waved her hand at them and nodded briefly to show that she had heard them. Lizzie and Gordo turned and made their way back towards their rooms. Neither of them noticed, as they left the large hall, the multitude of reporters across the way, waving their hands in the air and bidding great amounts of money, for three color photographs and a compact disk.
Lizzie and Gordo mumbled 'goodnight' and then tripped into their rooms, falling into bed, stars winking both outside their windows and behind their eyes.
