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***Also, since we don't live in Los Angeles, all places are fictional. Although, I think it is safe to say that Los Angeles has a few libraries.***
Chapter Six
"The Gift"
At the Digital Bean, Lizzie and Gordo sat down and ate lunch.
"You don't suppose they had a place like this in the forties and fifties, do you, Gordo?" Lizzie asked, curiously.
"I don't know. I am sure the Hill Ridge Historical Society could answer that, though," Gordo said.
"We have one of those?" Lizzie asked, surprised.
"Of course! I think my mom is a member. I'll ask her when I get home," Gordo said.
"Would this society know anything about what happened with this case?"
"Probably not. They deal with the rich people who once owned Hill Ridge and boring stuff like that," Gordo said.
"Oh, well that's too bad," Lizzie said, "I thought it was awfully peculiar how all those pages of the newspaper were torn out," she said, changing the subject.
"Yeah, but we don't know if someone vandalized it for the heck of it or intentionally tore out those pages," Gordo said.
"What is the difference?" Lizzie asked.
"Well, maybe someone wants to keep this information away from the public or maybe some kid was bored and tore out the pages. The worse part about it is that we aren't even sure if what was torn out is what we need," Gordo said.
"Yeah, maybe there wasn't any news on it at all," Lizzie said, "I mean, we couldn't find any information in the library."
"Oh, it's probably in the newspaper or something, but there could have been something bigger going on at the time that overshadowed the trial."
"True," Lizzie said, "I just wish I knew the whole story."
"Yeah, same here," Gordo said.
"I wonder if Addy and Rob are still alive," Lizzie said.
"It's very likely," Gordo said, "especially if Rob was found innocent."
"I wonder if they got married. Oh, Gordo! Every little detail about this whole thing fascinates me! I want to know everything about Addy and everything she did! Does that sound crazy?"
"Crazy? Not really. I find this whole thing sort of intriguing myself," Gordo admitted.
"You do?"
"Yeah," Gordo said, "Well, it beats doing nothing for the rest of the summer."
"I won't argue with you there. So, do you think they ever got married and had children?"
Gordo laughed, "I don't know! If Rob didn't go to jail, it is very likely, but if Rob went to jail, God only knows what happens."
"Well, I hope they did get married," Lizzie said.
"I figured that much," Gordo said.
"Well, what can I say? I guess I am a hopeless romantic! Everything should have a fairy tale ending!"
"But you know doesn't always work out like that, right?"
"Oh, Gordo, ever the pessimist if I ever met one," Lizzie said.
"Oh, whoa is me, Gordo, ever the realist," Gordo said.
"What made you so grumpy all the sudden?" Lizzie asked.
"Grumpy! I hardly call this being grumpy! I just simply reminded you that not everyone lives happily ever after."
"I know that already! I mean, look at my life! I have a dopey brother and oddball parents. Hardly anything ever goes my way!"
"No one is perfect," Gordo said.
"I know that. Like I said, everything SHOULD have a fairy tale ending. I know everything doesn't. I just wish it would."
"Don't we all," Gordo muttered.
"Come again?"
"Nothing."
"Whatever. I should probably get home. My parents aren't fully over the Rome thing," Lizzie said.
"Well, at least you aren't grounded anymore," Gordo said.
"Yeah, well that will change soon if I don't get home soon," Lizzie said.
"Why?" Gordo asked.
"Well, I have to read two books a week, and let's just say I have three days to read two books," Lizzie said.
"Yikes. Well, good luck. Call me after you talk to your parents about tomorrow."
"Okay. We will be going to the library, right?"
"Yeah, why?"
"That might help my case. The library is an educational place, and she might assume that I will be reading," Lizzie said.
"I take it you haven't told her about Addy and Rob," Gordo said.
Lizzie nodded her head, "I just don't think its something I am ready to discuss with anyone yet. Have you told your parents?"
"Are you delusional or something? My parents would probably laugh. I don't plan on telling anyone," Gordo said.
"So its like a secret?" Lizzie asked.
"Yeah," Gordo said.
"Cool."
"Yeah."
"Well, Gordo, like I said, I better get going. I want to try to read half a book this afternoon," Lizzie said.
"Good idea," Gordo said.
Lizzie got up, "Oh, yeah, I almost forgot to give you something," she said, and she handed Gordo a composition notebook, similar to the one Gordo found. In fact, for a second, Gordo thought it was Lizzie's diary.
"What is this?"
"It's a diary. I started keeping a diary, and I thought maybe it would be a good idea for the both of us. You know? Maybe sixty years from now someone will find it and do the same thing we are doing," Lizzie said.
Gordo took the composition notebook, "Thanks."
"You are welcome. Use it in good health!" Lizzie said and she left. Gordo watched Lizzie as she exited the Digital Bean. He then looked down at the notebook.
Lizzie had already printed, "Gordo's Journal!" in fancy letters on the front. Then on the next line, Lizzie wrote, "Love, Lizzie." Maybe this diary wouldn't be as useless as he thought it would be. Lizzie did go through the trouble of getting it for him, didn't she? She even took the time to personalize it for him.
***
Lizzie walked into her house and walked into the kitchen, looking for her mom.
"What do you want?" Matt asked, after briefly looking up from his Game Boy Advance.
"Nothing from you," Lizzie said, "Where is mom?"
"Out," Matt replied.
"Where?"
"I don't know! Probably at the store or something."
"Oh, gee, thanks. You are a big help."
"Yeah, I try," Matt said.
"Lizzie looked at her brother in disgust, "Have you done anything productive lately?"
"Yeah. I beat the fourth level this morning," Matt answered, "And if you would stop bugging me, I could beat the fifth."
"What about your friends? Don't you want to hang out with them?"
"They are out of town," Matt said.
"Ugh! You are such a waste of space!"
"It could be worse. I could follow you around all summer," Matt said.
"Eww! No, you couldn't! I wouldn't let you!"
"Eh, I wouldn't want to anyway. Who wants to sit around and watch you and Gordo drool over each other all the time?"
"What are you talking about?" Lizzie said.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about," Matt said.
"Try me," Lizzie said.
"If you don't know what I am talking about, I'm not going to enlighten you. I just know it doesn't take a genius to figure out what's going on," Matt said.
"Whatever," Lizzie said, and she took her stuff upstairs and shut the door. She wanted to do some reading before her mom came home.
An hour and a half later, Lizzie closed her book. She had just read half of "The Scarlet Letter," and needed a break. She headed downstairs for a snack. Luckily, Matt wasn't down there to disturb her with his random comments.
She went into the food cabinet and got some graham crackers and peanut butter. Then she poured some milk. Her mom walked in a few minutes later, and when she walked into the kitchen and noticed Lizzie, she said, "Hey, sweetie! How was your day?"
"It was okay. I read some of my book," Lizzie said.
"Good for you! Did you have fun with Gordo?"
"Yeah, we had fun."
"Did you go to a movie or something?"
"Something like that," Lizzie said.
"Well, good! I am glad you had fun. Oh, I believe I owe you guys this," Jo said. She handed Lizzie some money. "Fifty for each of you. Spend it wisely," Jo said.
"Thanks mom!"
"No, you deserve it! I went up to the attic and it was immaculate! You two did a wonderful job!" Jo said.
"I'll give Gordo his money tomorrow," Lizzie said.
"Oh? You seeing him again tomorrow?"
"Yeah, we were thinking about doing something," Lizzie said.
"Good. You know, its good to see you are making something of this summer. I always wasted my summers being bored out of my mind! You, on the other hand, are making the summer memorable with your friend."
"Yeah, we're having fun," Lizzie said.
"Good to hear," Jo said and she smiled, "Gordo is lucky to have a good friend like you."
Lizzie smiled, "Thanks."
"So, what were you thinking about doing tomorrow?"
"Actually, that is something I wanted to talk to you about."
"Oh?" Jo asked, curiously, "Okay, talk."
"Well, me and Gordo wanted. . ."
"You mean Gordo and I?" Jo said, correcting Lizzie's English.
"Yeah, sorry, mom."
"It's okay. Go on."
"Yeah, so Gordo and I wanted to do something a little different tomorrow."
"Oh? Like what?"
"Well, we want to go to Los Angeles tomorrow for the day."
Jo looked at Lizzie skeptically, "What do you want to do there?"
Lizzie laughed nervously, "Well, you see, actually, Gordo and I are working on a small project. You know, to keep us occupied during the summer, and wanted to go to the library up there," Lizzie explained.
"You can't go to the Hill Ridge library?" Jo asked.
"Well, we already did, and that didn't help much. We think we need a bigger library," Lizzie said.
"What project is this, Lizzie?"
"Oh, just your normal, average, everyday summer project," Lizzie said.
"What kind of project?"
"Its actually sort of a secret between Gordo and me."
Jo started to make a sad face, "You don't want to tell your mom?"
"Mom, I promise at some point I will tell you all about it. Right now, we just need to do some research at the library," Lizzie said.
"Well, I can't drive you all the way over to L A tomorrow," Jo said.
"I know. That leads me to my next question. You see, Gordo and I were wondering if we could use public transportation."
"What kind of 'public transportation'?"
"Like the city bus or something."
Jo thought for a moment, "I don't know, Lizzie. I mean, you are only fourteen."
"Mom, we will be fine. Gordo's parents let him do it all the time," Lizzie said.
"Do I look like Gordo's parents?" Jo said.
"No, but I am responsible enough to handle it. I can be home at any time. I will have my cell phone," Lizzie said.
Jo looked at her daughter and sighed, "Let me think about it, okay?"
"How long do you need to think about it?"
"As long as it takes. I can give you an answer in about an hour okay?"
"Fine! But, when thinking about it, please remember that I love you," Lizzie said and she went upstairs to her room.
An hour later, Jo came up and told her she could go if she promised to take her cell phone and be home by six. She gave her money for lunch and the bus.
***
After Gordo got home from the Digital Bean, he went to his room and hung out. He took a small nap, read a little, and listened to some music. In the corner of his eye, he could see the journal Lizzie had given him. He was debating about whether to write anything in it. He had never really kept a journal or diary before.
After a while, he finally decided it was worth a shot to try and write in it, so he wrote.
July 10th, 2003
Dear Journal,
Hi. My name is David Gordon. People call me Gordo though. I am fourteen years old and I am going to be a freshman soon. I just got back from Rome about two weeks ago. I am hanging out with my friend, Lizzie a lot this summer. Lizzie is a good friend. She is the one who gave me this journal. I have never had a journal before. I guess I might as well give it a shot.
Well, I guess I don't really need to relay the basics. I already know them. Lizzie and I are working on a project type thing right now. It is more exciting than I am making it sound, but we found some old stuff in her attic and we are trying to figure out what is going on with it right now. It is something to keep us busy after Rome.
Rome was fun. I have to say I am a little confused about Lizzie right now. There I said it. I didn't really want to say this on my first page, because someone will flip this open and see this, but I guess I might as well state the inevitable: I like Lizzie. Well, as more than a friend. I guess I have for some time now. I used to think she felt the same way, but I am not so sure anymore. I mean, I haven't asked her or anything, but she has kissed me a few times. She also doesn't talk about Ethan as much anymore. I don't know. I guess I should tell her, but I don't know how. I want to be positive she feels the same way and I want to do it right. Wow. That is so cliché. I think this summer will change everything, I mean the thing we are working on is about best friends who fall in love. We found some person's diary from the forties and all she talks about is her friend, Rob. I can't help but wonder what Rob wrote about in his journal. If he even had one.
Rob and Addy kind of remind me of Lizzie and me. I mean, I have to admit as soon as I got home from Lizzie's the day we found the stuff; I went into my own attic and looked around. I thought this was so weird that maybe Rob used to live in our house. Unfortunately, I found nothing. Our attic is actually really boring. That is a different story, though.
Tomorrow, I think we are going to Los Angeles for the day for some more research. I just have to wait for Lizzie to call and confirm.
I can't think of anything more to say, so bye.
~Gordo.
Gordo shut the notebook and threw it under his bed. He figured he would probably never touch that thing again. He did have to admit, however, writing in that thing was kind of relaxing in a way.
Gordo heard the phone ring a few minutes later and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Hey! It's me!" Lizzie said.
"Hey! So, what's the scoop?"
"My mom said it was fine. I just have to take my cell phone and be home by six," Lizzie said.
"Great! What time should we leave?"
"I don't know. What time do you think?"
"Well, it will take at least an hour to get there, and the library probably opens at eight," Gordo said.
"Gordo, we are not meeting at seven!" Lizzie said, "That is just way too early for the summer!"
Gordo laughed, "No arguments there. You know I am no morning person! Why don't we meet around nine? I will drop by your house a little early and we can go to the depot. The bus is scheduled to leave at 9:10 from the Hill Ridge bus station."
"Okay. Sounds like a plan! Oh, I also have some money for you," Lizzie said.
"You don't have to pay me to be your friend, Liz. It's my pleasure!" Gordo said.
"Haha, Gordo! Very funny! No, this is from my mom for working in the attic."
"Oh, yeah. I'll get it from you tomorrow," Gordo said.
"Okay. See you tomorrow!"
"See you!"
Lizzie and Gordo hung up the phone.
***
***Wow, this was a really long chapter. I guess this is to make up for the shorter chapters our there. Please review! We will update as soon as possible! Thanks!***
***Also, since we don't live in Los Angeles, all places are fictional. Although, I think it is safe to say that Los Angeles has a few libraries.***
Chapter Six
"The Gift"
At the Digital Bean, Lizzie and Gordo sat down and ate lunch.
"You don't suppose they had a place like this in the forties and fifties, do you, Gordo?" Lizzie asked, curiously.
"I don't know. I am sure the Hill Ridge Historical Society could answer that, though," Gordo said.
"We have one of those?" Lizzie asked, surprised.
"Of course! I think my mom is a member. I'll ask her when I get home," Gordo said.
"Would this society know anything about what happened with this case?"
"Probably not. They deal with the rich people who once owned Hill Ridge and boring stuff like that," Gordo said.
"Oh, well that's too bad," Lizzie said, "I thought it was awfully peculiar how all those pages of the newspaper were torn out," she said, changing the subject.
"Yeah, but we don't know if someone vandalized it for the heck of it or intentionally tore out those pages," Gordo said.
"What is the difference?" Lizzie asked.
"Well, maybe someone wants to keep this information away from the public or maybe some kid was bored and tore out the pages. The worse part about it is that we aren't even sure if what was torn out is what we need," Gordo said.
"Yeah, maybe there wasn't any news on it at all," Lizzie said, "I mean, we couldn't find any information in the library."
"Oh, it's probably in the newspaper or something, but there could have been something bigger going on at the time that overshadowed the trial."
"True," Lizzie said, "I just wish I knew the whole story."
"Yeah, same here," Gordo said.
"I wonder if Addy and Rob are still alive," Lizzie said.
"It's very likely," Gordo said, "especially if Rob was found innocent."
"I wonder if they got married. Oh, Gordo! Every little detail about this whole thing fascinates me! I want to know everything about Addy and everything she did! Does that sound crazy?"
"Crazy? Not really. I find this whole thing sort of intriguing myself," Gordo admitted.
"You do?"
"Yeah," Gordo said, "Well, it beats doing nothing for the rest of the summer."
"I won't argue with you there. So, do you think they ever got married and had children?"
Gordo laughed, "I don't know! If Rob didn't go to jail, it is very likely, but if Rob went to jail, God only knows what happens."
"Well, I hope they did get married," Lizzie said.
"I figured that much," Gordo said.
"Well, what can I say? I guess I am a hopeless romantic! Everything should have a fairy tale ending!"
"But you know doesn't always work out like that, right?"
"Oh, Gordo, ever the pessimist if I ever met one," Lizzie said.
"Oh, whoa is me, Gordo, ever the realist," Gordo said.
"What made you so grumpy all the sudden?" Lizzie asked.
"Grumpy! I hardly call this being grumpy! I just simply reminded you that not everyone lives happily ever after."
"I know that already! I mean, look at my life! I have a dopey brother and oddball parents. Hardly anything ever goes my way!"
"No one is perfect," Gordo said.
"I know that. Like I said, everything SHOULD have a fairy tale ending. I know everything doesn't. I just wish it would."
"Don't we all," Gordo muttered.
"Come again?"
"Nothing."
"Whatever. I should probably get home. My parents aren't fully over the Rome thing," Lizzie said.
"Well, at least you aren't grounded anymore," Gordo said.
"Yeah, well that will change soon if I don't get home soon," Lizzie said.
"Why?" Gordo asked.
"Well, I have to read two books a week, and let's just say I have three days to read two books," Lizzie said.
"Yikes. Well, good luck. Call me after you talk to your parents about tomorrow."
"Okay. We will be going to the library, right?"
"Yeah, why?"
"That might help my case. The library is an educational place, and she might assume that I will be reading," Lizzie said.
"I take it you haven't told her about Addy and Rob," Gordo said.
Lizzie nodded her head, "I just don't think its something I am ready to discuss with anyone yet. Have you told your parents?"
"Are you delusional or something? My parents would probably laugh. I don't plan on telling anyone," Gordo said.
"So its like a secret?" Lizzie asked.
"Yeah," Gordo said.
"Cool."
"Yeah."
"Well, Gordo, like I said, I better get going. I want to try to read half a book this afternoon," Lizzie said.
"Good idea," Gordo said.
Lizzie got up, "Oh, yeah, I almost forgot to give you something," she said, and she handed Gordo a composition notebook, similar to the one Gordo found. In fact, for a second, Gordo thought it was Lizzie's diary.
"What is this?"
"It's a diary. I started keeping a diary, and I thought maybe it would be a good idea for the both of us. You know? Maybe sixty years from now someone will find it and do the same thing we are doing," Lizzie said.
Gordo took the composition notebook, "Thanks."
"You are welcome. Use it in good health!" Lizzie said and she left. Gordo watched Lizzie as she exited the Digital Bean. He then looked down at the notebook.
Lizzie had already printed, "Gordo's Journal!" in fancy letters on the front. Then on the next line, Lizzie wrote, "Love, Lizzie." Maybe this diary wouldn't be as useless as he thought it would be. Lizzie did go through the trouble of getting it for him, didn't she? She even took the time to personalize it for him.
***
Lizzie walked into her house and walked into the kitchen, looking for her mom.
"What do you want?" Matt asked, after briefly looking up from his Game Boy Advance.
"Nothing from you," Lizzie said, "Where is mom?"
"Out," Matt replied.
"Where?"
"I don't know! Probably at the store or something."
"Oh, gee, thanks. You are a big help."
"Yeah, I try," Matt said.
"Lizzie looked at her brother in disgust, "Have you done anything productive lately?"
"Yeah. I beat the fourth level this morning," Matt answered, "And if you would stop bugging me, I could beat the fifth."
"What about your friends? Don't you want to hang out with them?"
"They are out of town," Matt said.
"Ugh! You are such a waste of space!"
"It could be worse. I could follow you around all summer," Matt said.
"Eww! No, you couldn't! I wouldn't let you!"
"Eh, I wouldn't want to anyway. Who wants to sit around and watch you and Gordo drool over each other all the time?"
"What are you talking about?" Lizzie said.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about," Matt said.
"Try me," Lizzie said.
"If you don't know what I am talking about, I'm not going to enlighten you. I just know it doesn't take a genius to figure out what's going on," Matt said.
"Whatever," Lizzie said, and she took her stuff upstairs and shut the door. She wanted to do some reading before her mom came home.
An hour and a half later, Lizzie closed her book. She had just read half of "The Scarlet Letter," and needed a break. She headed downstairs for a snack. Luckily, Matt wasn't down there to disturb her with his random comments.
She went into the food cabinet and got some graham crackers and peanut butter. Then she poured some milk. Her mom walked in a few minutes later, and when she walked into the kitchen and noticed Lizzie, she said, "Hey, sweetie! How was your day?"
"It was okay. I read some of my book," Lizzie said.
"Good for you! Did you have fun with Gordo?"
"Yeah, we had fun."
"Did you go to a movie or something?"
"Something like that," Lizzie said.
"Well, good! I am glad you had fun. Oh, I believe I owe you guys this," Jo said. She handed Lizzie some money. "Fifty for each of you. Spend it wisely," Jo said.
"Thanks mom!"
"No, you deserve it! I went up to the attic and it was immaculate! You two did a wonderful job!" Jo said.
"I'll give Gordo his money tomorrow," Lizzie said.
"Oh? You seeing him again tomorrow?"
"Yeah, we were thinking about doing something," Lizzie said.
"Good. You know, its good to see you are making something of this summer. I always wasted my summers being bored out of my mind! You, on the other hand, are making the summer memorable with your friend."
"Yeah, we're having fun," Lizzie said.
"Good to hear," Jo said and she smiled, "Gordo is lucky to have a good friend like you."
Lizzie smiled, "Thanks."
"So, what were you thinking about doing tomorrow?"
"Actually, that is something I wanted to talk to you about."
"Oh?" Jo asked, curiously, "Okay, talk."
"Well, me and Gordo wanted. . ."
"You mean Gordo and I?" Jo said, correcting Lizzie's English.
"Yeah, sorry, mom."
"It's okay. Go on."
"Yeah, so Gordo and I wanted to do something a little different tomorrow."
"Oh? Like what?"
"Well, we want to go to Los Angeles tomorrow for the day."
Jo looked at Lizzie skeptically, "What do you want to do there?"
Lizzie laughed nervously, "Well, you see, actually, Gordo and I are working on a small project. You know, to keep us occupied during the summer, and wanted to go to the library up there," Lizzie explained.
"You can't go to the Hill Ridge library?" Jo asked.
"Well, we already did, and that didn't help much. We think we need a bigger library," Lizzie said.
"What project is this, Lizzie?"
"Oh, just your normal, average, everyday summer project," Lizzie said.
"What kind of project?"
"Its actually sort of a secret between Gordo and me."
Jo started to make a sad face, "You don't want to tell your mom?"
"Mom, I promise at some point I will tell you all about it. Right now, we just need to do some research at the library," Lizzie said.
"Well, I can't drive you all the way over to L A tomorrow," Jo said.
"I know. That leads me to my next question. You see, Gordo and I were wondering if we could use public transportation."
"What kind of 'public transportation'?"
"Like the city bus or something."
Jo thought for a moment, "I don't know, Lizzie. I mean, you are only fourteen."
"Mom, we will be fine. Gordo's parents let him do it all the time," Lizzie said.
"Do I look like Gordo's parents?" Jo said.
"No, but I am responsible enough to handle it. I can be home at any time. I will have my cell phone," Lizzie said.
Jo looked at her daughter and sighed, "Let me think about it, okay?"
"How long do you need to think about it?"
"As long as it takes. I can give you an answer in about an hour okay?"
"Fine! But, when thinking about it, please remember that I love you," Lizzie said and she went upstairs to her room.
An hour later, Jo came up and told her she could go if she promised to take her cell phone and be home by six. She gave her money for lunch and the bus.
***
After Gordo got home from the Digital Bean, he went to his room and hung out. He took a small nap, read a little, and listened to some music. In the corner of his eye, he could see the journal Lizzie had given him. He was debating about whether to write anything in it. He had never really kept a journal or diary before.
After a while, he finally decided it was worth a shot to try and write in it, so he wrote.
July 10th, 2003
Dear Journal,
Hi. My name is David Gordon. People call me Gordo though. I am fourteen years old and I am going to be a freshman soon. I just got back from Rome about two weeks ago. I am hanging out with my friend, Lizzie a lot this summer. Lizzie is a good friend. She is the one who gave me this journal. I have never had a journal before. I guess I might as well give it a shot.
Well, I guess I don't really need to relay the basics. I already know them. Lizzie and I are working on a project type thing right now. It is more exciting than I am making it sound, but we found some old stuff in her attic and we are trying to figure out what is going on with it right now. It is something to keep us busy after Rome.
Rome was fun. I have to say I am a little confused about Lizzie right now. There I said it. I didn't really want to say this on my first page, because someone will flip this open and see this, but I guess I might as well state the inevitable: I like Lizzie. Well, as more than a friend. I guess I have for some time now. I used to think she felt the same way, but I am not so sure anymore. I mean, I haven't asked her or anything, but she has kissed me a few times. She also doesn't talk about Ethan as much anymore. I don't know. I guess I should tell her, but I don't know how. I want to be positive she feels the same way and I want to do it right. Wow. That is so cliché. I think this summer will change everything, I mean the thing we are working on is about best friends who fall in love. We found some person's diary from the forties and all she talks about is her friend, Rob. I can't help but wonder what Rob wrote about in his journal. If he even had one.
Rob and Addy kind of remind me of Lizzie and me. I mean, I have to admit as soon as I got home from Lizzie's the day we found the stuff; I went into my own attic and looked around. I thought this was so weird that maybe Rob used to live in our house. Unfortunately, I found nothing. Our attic is actually really boring. That is a different story, though.
Tomorrow, I think we are going to Los Angeles for the day for some more research. I just have to wait for Lizzie to call and confirm.
I can't think of anything more to say, so bye.
~Gordo.
Gordo shut the notebook and threw it under his bed. He figured he would probably never touch that thing again. He did have to admit, however, writing in that thing was kind of relaxing in a way.
Gordo heard the phone ring a few minutes later and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Hey! It's me!" Lizzie said.
"Hey! So, what's the scoop?"
"My mom said it was fine. I just have to take my cell phone and be home by six," Lizzie said.
"Great! What time should we leave?"
"I don't know. What time do you think?"
"Well, it will take at least an hour to get there, and the library probably opens at eight," Gordo said.
"Gordo, we are not meeting at seven!" Lizzie said, "That is just way too early for the summer!"
Gordo laughed, "No arguments there. You know I am no morning person! Why don't we meet around nine? I will drop by your house a little early and we can go to the depot. The bus is scheduled to leave at 9:10 from the Hill Ridge bus station."
"Okay. Sounds like a plan! Oh, I also have some money for you," Lizzie said.
"You don't have to pay me to be your friend, Liz. It's my pleasure!" Gordo said.
"Haha, Gordo! Very funny! No, this is from my mom for working in the attic."
"Oh, yeah. I'll get it from you tomorrow," Gordo said.
"Okay. See you tomorrow!"
"See you!"
Lizzie and Gordo hung up the phone.
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