Matt and Gordo
This story is just a little of my funky humor and my knowledge of lesbian/gay people as told to me from one of my friends . I hope you like it! (Note: This takes place in high school!)
"Lizzie, I don't know how to say this," sighed Gordo.
"What is it?" asked Lizzie, manicuring her nails as she talked into the phone.
"It's about Matt."
"What about Matt? Was the little tweeb bothering you?" asked Lizzie.
"No. We are together, Lizzie."
"What are you talking about?" yelled Lizzie.
"Lizzie, I'm lesbian."
"But-but I thought you liked me!"
"I did. But after some consideration, I've realized that's not what I want. I can't always be your stand-in boyfriend when Ethan doesn't show interest in you."
"But... you're my friend! My brother is..."
"Your brother is fine with us, Lizzie," said Gordo gently.
"But he-he-"
"We'll be fine Lizzie."
"Is this a joke? Gordo, I don't want you to get hurt."
"You're hurting me, Lizzie."
"He plays jokes like this all the time. Please Gordo-" "I have to go Lizzie."
"I'm calling Miranda!"
"That's fine."
"Please, Gordo. This is your last chance to call this off."
"No, Lizzie."
Gordo hung up.
What have I done? wondered Lizzie.
This story is just a little of my funky humor and my knowledge of lesbian/gay people as told to me from one of my friends . I hope you like it! (Note: This takes place in high school!)
"Lizzie, I don't know how to say this," sighed Gordo.
"What is it?" asked Lizzie, manicuring her nails as she talked into the phone.
"It's about Matt."
"What about Matt? Was the little tweeb bothering you?" asked Lizzie.
"No. We are together, Lizzie."
"What are you talking about?" yelled Lizzie.
"Lizzie, I'm lesbian."
"But-but I thought you liked me!"
"I did. But after some consideration, I've realized that's not what I want. I can't always be your stand-in boyfriend when Ethan doesn't show interest in you."
"But... you're my friend! My brother is..."
"Your brother is fine with us, Lizzie," said Gordo gently.
"But he-he-"
"We'll be fine Lizzie."
"Is this a joke? Gordo, I don't want you to get hurt."
"You're hurting me, Lizzie."
"He plays jokes like this all the time. Please Gordo-" "I have to go Lizzie."
"I'm calling Miranda!"
"That's fine."
"Please, Gordo. This is your last chance to call this off."
"No, Lizzie."
Gordo hung up.
What have I done? wondered Lizzie.
