AN: Sorry it took so long to post this next chapter, I've got so much
happing even though it's summer time. I'm going to start the next chapter
tomorrow and I'll try to make it longer cuz this one's a bit short. Thank
you to all of my reviewers!
Do you Remember?
Home for the First Time
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Ethan sat in his room, head in his hands. He had just gotten off the phone with Kate. There was one good thing and a bad thing about going to school in Hillrigde, news traveled fast. Kate had spent the last hour talking about what everyone was talking about; how Gordo couldn't remember anything. Girls were ready to jump him on the first day back. Since the start of high school, Gordo had grown to be very popular to the female population, especially since he had grown into his looks. And since he couldn't remember Lizzie, girls were planning to jump him the first chance they got. Gordo also couldn't remember the crash, and the police had no idea as to what had happened. Ethan gave a groan and rolled onto his bed. Looking up towards the ceiling he knew that he had to tell. Tell someone about what he knew. The reason for Gordo's accident.
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Gordo spent a few more days in the hospital. His parents had brought him clothes so he was free to change out of the hospital robes, that weren't really robes at all. The hospital ran test after test. They couldn't figure out why exactly all of Gordo's memory had been lost. Three days after Gordo had woken up , the hospital decided to send him home. They hoped that being at home might help to bring back what he had lost.
Lizzie helped him to pack up all the things that were in his room, cards, flowers, and small teddy bears from admirers. After cleaning everything out, she led him out to his father's car and they loaded his belongings into the trunk. Gordo's parents were still inside settling the bill, and filling out the last of the seemly endless stack of papers. Lizzie moved towards the back doors and opened it and climbed inside. Turing around, she noticed that Gordo stood beside the door and was looking at the car with an anxious look. The cold icy air filled the car and the light falling snow stuck to everything. Gordo stood stilling staring at the car while snow settled onto his coat and into his hair.
"Gordo?"
"Was this the car? The one I crashed?"
"No, you crashed your own car, it was a Mazda 323, man I love that car." Thinking back Lizzie giggled. "Trust me it had a lot of extra room um 'leg room'." She quickly covered her mouth with her hand. She almost told him about the night they had christened his car.
"And how would you know how much extra 'leg' room it had?" He raised his eyebrow, waiting for an explanation. His mouth gave way to a small smirk.
She gave him a playful smack on this arm and pulled him into the car. When the Gordons came out, they got into the front seat of the car and began moving down the road. Gordo was nervous the entire way home and was grateful when the car pulled into a driveway and stopped. He assumed that this must be his house; everyone was pilling out of the car. Going to the trunk, Lizzie and him emptied the trunk of all of the things that were now familiar to him. Opening the door, Gordo's parents ushered them inside, and after taking off their jackets and boots, Lizzie and Gordo made their way up to Gordo's room. Watching the two teens climbing the stairs, they worried about their son's next couple days, and his future life.
"Do you think he'll be ok?"
"With Lizzie guiding him, I know that it will be all right."
* * *
Opening the door to Gordo's room, Lizzie gave him a small push and urged him in. He glanced around. The lower half of the wall had been painted a dark blue, with the top and the ceiling remaining white. The wall was covered in movie poster from the 50's, that had been framed. A shelf ran along top of the room holding what he thought to be special objects, a few remote airplanes, (one looked like it was in pieces,) a couple of old style cameras, a tie dyed scarf .. He also noticed pictures around the room. Some were of him, Miranda, and Lizzie, but there seemed to be more of just him and Lizzie. Walking around he spotted picture after picture of just them. He looked back to the doorway where she had been waiting while he took everything in.
"So this is my room?"
"Yup, sometimes your such a pack rat! No wait, ALL of the time!" She burst into giggles and plopped down onto his bed. "Why don't we watch some of your movies? You tape everything, I would be surprised if they made your memories fall right back into place!" She stood and moved over to a large cupboard that took up about ¾'s of one wall. Opening the light wood doors, Gordo was amazed to find tons of small video cassettes, all in some type of order and labeled. Lizzie ran her fingers across the spines of the tapes, and for a second Gordo felt a small twinge of jealously towards the tapes. "Hmmm, lets see, which one?" she mummered under her breath. Looking up at him she said "Why don't you go and see if you can find some munchies, and I'll pick a tape?"
"Sure!" he said a little too loudly, and quickly made his way out of the room and down towards the kitchen. Running a hand through his hair, he found himself thinking about Lizzie. Were they really just friends? The feelings that he was getting were defiantly not the type that 'best friends' shared. Shaking his head, he got to the bottom stair and walked into the kitchen.
"Hey Mom, can me and Lizzie have something to munch on?" He found his parents working the kitchen, making what appeared to be a dinner.
"Sure, but don't pig out too much ok David?" She continued to cut up vegetables, and dumping them into the fry pan the Mr. Gordon was slowly stirring.
Gordo moved towards the snack cupboard and grabbed a bag of pretzels. He moved towards the fridge and took out two can of coke before heading up stairs. "Thanks guys!" he called over his shoulder, and quickly made his way back to his room. His parents looked at each other.
"I don't think than anyone can help him faster than Lizzie," Mr. Gordon said. He kept talking while swirling the food around in pan, "Look at how much he's able to remember now already. He hasn't been home for more than an hour and he doesn't seem to be awkward about anything."
"I know you want your baby boy back, just try not to push him ok? Lizzie has always seemed to have the magic touch with him."
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Do you Remember?
Home for the First Time
* * *
Ethan sat in his room, head in his hands. He had just gotten off the phone with Kate. There was one good thing and a bad thing about going to school in Hillrigde, news traveled fast. Kate had spent the last hour talking about what everyone was talking about; how Gordo couldn't remember anything. Girls were ready to jump him on the first day back. Since the start of high school, Gordo had grown to be very popular to the female population, especially since he had grown into his looks. And since he couldn't remember Lizzie, girls were planning to jump him the first chance they got. Gordo also couldn't remember the crash, and the police had no idea as to what had happened. Ethan gave a groan and rolled onto his bed. Looking up towards the ceiling he knew that he had to tell. Tell someone about what he knew. The reason for Gordo's accident.
* * *
Gordo spent a few more days in the hospital. His parents had brought him clothes so he was free to change out of the hospital robes, that weren't really robes at all. The hospital ran test after test. They couldn't figure out why exactly all of Gordo's memory had been lost. Three days after Gordo had woken up , the hospital decided to send him home. They hoped that being at home might help to bring back what he had lost.
Lizzie helped him to pack up all the things that were in his room, cards, flowers, and small teddy bears from admirers. After cleaning everything out, she led him out to his father's car and they loaded his belongings into the trunk. Gordo's parents were still inside settling the bill, and filling out the last of the seemly endless stack of papers. Lizzie moved towards the back doors and opened it and climbed inside. Turing around, she noticed that Gordo stood beside the door and was looking at the car with an anxious look. The cold icy air filled the car and the light falling snow stuck to everything. Gordo stood stilling staring at the car while snow settled onto his coat and into his hair.
"Gordo?"
"Was this the car? The one I crashed?"
"No, you crashed your own car, it was a Mazda 323, man I love that car." Thinking back Lizzie giggled. "Trust me it had a lot of extra room um 'leg room'." She quickly covered her mouth with her hand. She almost told him about the night they had christened his car.
"And how would you know how much extra 'leg' room it had?" He raised his eyebrow, waiting for an explanation. His mouth gave way to a small smirk.
She gave him a playful smack on this arm and pulled him into the car. When the Gordons came out, they got into the front seat of the car and began moving down the road. Gordo was nervous the entire way home and was grateful when the car pulled into a driveway and stopped. He assumed that this must be his house; everyone was pilling out of the car. Going to the trunk, Lizzie and him emptied the trunk of all of the things that were now familiar to him. Opening the door, Gordo's parents ushered them inside, and after taking off their jackets and boots, Lizzie and Gordo made their way up to Gordo's room. Watching the two teens climbing the stairs, they worried about their son's next couple days, and his future life.
"Do you think he'll be ok?"
"With Lizzie guiding him, I know that it will be all right."
* * *
Opening the door to Gordo's room, Lizzie gave him a small push and urged him in. He glanced around. The lower half of the wall had been painted a dark blue, with the top and the ceiling remaining white. The wall was covered in movie poster from the 50's, that had been framed. A shelf ran along top of the room holding what he thought to be special objects, a few remote airplanes, (one looked like it was in pieces,) a couple of old style cameras, a tie dyed scarf .. He also noticed pictures around the room. Some were of him, Miranda, and Lizzie, but there seemed to be more of just him and Lizzie. Walking around he spotted picture after picture of just them. He looked back to the doorway where she had been waiting while he took everything in.
"So this is my room?"
"Yup, sometimes your such a pack rat! No wait, ALL of the time!" She burst into giggles and plopped down onto his bed. "Why don't we watch some of your movies? You tape everything, I would be surprised if they made your memories fall right back into place!" She stood and moved over to a large cupboard that took up about ¾'s of one wall. Opening the light wood doors, Gordo was amazed to find tons of small video cassettes, all in some type of order and labeled. Lizzie ran her fingers across the spines of the tapes, and for a second Gordo felt a small twinge of jealously towards the tapes. "Hmmm, lets see, which one?" she mummered under her breath. Looking up at him she said "Why don't you go and see if you can find some munchies, and I'll pick a tape?"
"Sure!" he said a little too loudly, and quickly made his way out of the room and down towards the kitchen. Running a hand through his hair, he found himself thinking about Lizzie. Were they really just friends? The feelings that he was getting were defiantly not the type that 'best friends' shared. Shaking his head, he got to the bottom stair and walked into the kitchen.
"Hey Mom, can me and Lizzie have something to munch on?" He found his parents working the kitchen, making what appeared to be a dinner.
"Sure, but don't pig out too much ok David?" She continued to cut up vegetables, and dumping them into the fry pan the Mr. Gordon was slowly stirring.
Gordo moved towards the snack cupboard and grabbed a bag of pretzels. He moved towards the fridge and took out two can of coke before heading up stairs. "Thanks guys!" he called over his shoulder, and quickly made his way back to his room. His parents looked at each other.
"I don't think than anyone can help him faster than Lizzie," Mr. Gordon said. He kept talking while swirling the food around in pan, "Look at how much he's able to remember now already. He hasn't been home for more than an hour and he doesn't seem to be awkward about anything."
"I know you want your baby boy back, just try not to push him ok? Lizzie has always seemed to have the magic touch with him."
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